Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 138: 37. What a symbolic friendly agreement (good reading) - More [1015]

(Additional update for brother “Huo Zheng Ting Hao” [10/15])
The first gray pottery jar fell from the sky, swaying.

Driven by the red-eyed Warlord Nak'rosh, a ferocious two-headed dragon swooped down from the clouds, and the cans filled in the net bags were accurately thrown by him like bombs towards the Mak'gora battlefield where holy light and rage were intertwined.

"Die! Foolish dog saint! May the plague take your soul!"

The Dragonmaw Clan's warlord was still shouting.

He saw with his own eyes the plague jar he had thrown shatter at Diakum's feet, and the ominous red mist erupted and enveloped the sentinel like a rain of disaster.

At this distance, even a legendary paladin can't escape the infection of the plague spores. Ha, Gul'dan said it himself that this thing will not only make the blueskins degenerate into a pathetic hunchbacked appearance, but will also hinder the connection between the Draenei and the Holy Light!

Isn't Holy Light the source of this dog saint's power? Doesn't he only use the power of Holy Light to commit crimes?
The orc commander screamed, pulling the reins to make the dragon circle and drop the second clay pot, causing the deadly plague to explode in front of Diakum. He even saw with his own eyes the red plague mist infecting Diakum's visor.

That saint is finished!
Nak'rosh was extremely excited at this moment.

His breathing was heavy and his eyes were red, as if he had seen this dangerous blue-skinned saint being infected by the plague jar he had dropped, and looking like a pathetic coward who was so weak that he knelt down before the powerful Grom Hellscream and begged for mercy, but was rejected by the cold-blooded Warsong Chief and his head was chopped off with the legendary Blood Roar!
He and Grom Hellscream teamed up to kill the blue-skinned war leader and saint!

When Grom lifted Diakum's head high, it would surely scare the cowardly blue-skinned people hiding in the city's barrier into submission.

They might even collapse without a fight!

Once they realize the power of Gul'dan's secret weapon, they will realize that this city and their holy light cannot save them at all, and the tenacious blueskins will even collapse on their own.

Yes!

If there is destiny, then just now, I, a Dragonmaw orc chasing glory, have personally pushed the arrival of the destiny moment!

The blue skins are finished.

I will become the greatest hero of the War Horde, I will become a legendary chieftain like Grom Hellscream, and be remembered in orcish history... Hmm? What is that thing in front of me?
Why does it look so much like a high-speed spinning battle axe?

and many more!

This shape
Isn't this the Blood Roar that every honorable Orc warrior knows? Shouldn't it be hitting the Dog Saint's head right now, and blowing the ridiculous Diakum off with a single blow?
Why it would.
"puff."

Blood splattered.

The battle axe, wrapped in anger, easily grazed the green neck with its extremely sharp cutting, and returned to the owner's hands in a rotation with huge force.

It's roaring.

It was as if he was venting Grom Hellscream's bad mood at the moment. He was filled with substantial anger, like the demon in hell who enjoyed fighting the most, but his ferocious expression at this moment was as disgusting as if he had eaten a fly.

"boom"

The head of Dragonmaw Warlord Nak'rosh fell at Diak'm's feet.

Perhaps it was because the axe blade passed by too fast, causing this guy to still maintain an excited expression before death. I don’t know what this guy saw in the kaleidoscope of life. The ugly light in his red eyes was very similar to Gollum when he saw the Lord of the Rings.

Diakum's heavy hoof stomped down, cracking the thing like a watermelon, and in a burst of passionate devotion, burned it to a pile of ash that no one would remember.

He leaned on the Ashbringer with burning holy flames and looked back at the city of Shattrath behind him. The golden city shield was propped up, so that several plague jars that were thrown experimentally hit the barrier but could not penetrate at all.

That golden shield comes from the Shield of Naaru, one of the Akama crystals. Its function is known from the name. Once activated, it can form a sacred shield of demigod level like Naaru himself to cover the city. It is a physical energy barrier that can withstand even the large-scale bombardment of Hellfire, and naturally it can also block the penetration of several plague jars.

Ominous red smoke swirled above the city's barrier, but it was unable to break in. The next moment, Viren on the city wall raised his hand and threw out a beam of scorching light, burning and purifying it.

The elements were screaming, and even the garrison commander, Diakum, could feel the trembling vibrations. They predicted the most terrifying disaster.

But the warning came a little late.

Perhaps the Shadow Council and the Dragonmaw Clan have already spread this plague throughout Draenor. Even with the bird of Ansu warning everywhere, it is difficult to stop its spread. Not every city has the Shield of the Naaru and His Majesty Kara personally in charge.

The Draenei only had two cities, and most of the civilians had been taken in during the war. But what about the orcs? What about those brown-skinned orcs?

Faced with the "devil plague" brought down from the sky by their green-skinned "compatriots", who can save them?
The Dragonmaw Air Cavalry did not outlive their "astonishing wisdom" Dragonmaw Warlords. The Crowmen released from Ogul's bag by Diakum now rushed into the sky with splitting headaches and the urge to vomit, bravely fighting against the Dragonmaw Air Cavalry under the protection of the storm of the god Ansu.

They couldn't escape with the plague jars in their possession, nor could they spread the plague to other parts of Talador, but that was all.

Diakum retracted his gaze and wiped the stubborn "red mist" lingering on the surface of his helmet. Under the blazing holy flame, even the demonic plague transformed by Cenarius himself could not persist for long. It was quickly purified. As the vicious plague spores tried to rush into Diakum's respiratory tract, his magical character card quickly captured their information:
[External power access! Power path: Plague Spores·Life/Fel Energy, access method: Infection/Weakness/Degeneration.

hint!

The plague spores were tempered by Cenarius the Contaminated with the "Magic Plague". Currently, it is effective against the life forms of Eredar/Orcs/Arrowmen/Elves (all factions except Naga and Londore)/Trolls/Quilboars/Ursine/Hawks/Guardian Dragons (super-large infusion is required).

But the Sentinel has a special physique. With the blood of Naaru, you will be immune to all negative effects brought by the plague spores.

Disease samples have been extracted!
The effects of the disease are currently known to be as follows:
1. After taking root in a living individual, the disease spores will quickly absorb the target's vitality to reproduce. When the reproduction is completed, the disease spores will inflict a series of negative states on the individual, such as [weakness], [mental dullness], [energy degradation], [strength degradation], and [flesh degradation].

After the Defiler's Plague was strengthened, the degradation effect brought by the disease took effect much faster.

2. The disease spores are extremely contagious. They will multiply rapidly where they appear and are difficult to dispel with simple fire/purification spells.

After being strengthened by the Plague of the Polluter, the plague spores have a certain resistance to radiant energy and can block the connection between the infected and the Holy Light realm.

After being empowered by the Defiler's Plague, the spores will no longer be effective against life in the Fel Realm.

Due to the special nature of the void force, the plague spores cannot be effective against life in the void realm.

3. The plague spores do not possess group consciousness, but they have an instinctive malice towards life on Draenor. The Polluter keenly discovered this and used it to strengthen the Plague, giving it the characteristic of [Deep Infection]. Hosts infested by the plague spores are unable to develop corresponding resistance.

caveat!

Multiple infections can lead to multiple degenerations of power until the life is reduced to its original state.

hint!

If one resists the infection of the demonic plague and recovers without any external force, one will receive the blessing of the life force.

"Is this how the Life Force destroys? It looks similar to the 'Curse of Flesh and Blood' in the Void Realm, but this thing's destructive power is significantly greater. When those usually benevolent Life Walkers, burning incense and worshipping Buddha, really turn ruthless, even demons and faceless men are forced to retreat."

Diakum sighed silently in his heart, then looked up at Grom Hellscream. The latter's anger was still burning, but his fighting spirit had disappeared the moment the plague jar fell.

In jargon, I was disgusted by the "color pen teammates"' behavior of being incompetent, playful, and using shady tricks, and I had no interest in continuing.

"Are you leaving now? Not going on?"

Diakum stroked the Ashbringer in his hand with his fingers, and with his other hand, he swung the flaming blade and threw it like a flying knife. It stabbed into the ground with a bang, blocking Grom Hellscream's escape.

The Sentinel's tone was unusually gentle. He said:

"But Mak'gora has already begun. How can we leave without determining the winner?"

"Wait for me here!"

Grom said in a cold tone:
"After I go back and kill all the Dragonmaw Clan and all the warlocks of the Shadow Council, I will come back to fight you. I saw what you wanted me to see.

I'm not stupid!
I know what you want me to do."

"You think too much.

The polluters who shaped these 'Plagues of the World', the Shadow Council and Gul'dan who deployed them, the Dragonmaw Clan who cast them, and Warchief Blackhand who condoned their use, I will not let any of them go!

I will cleanse them myself!
I will gladly complete this task myself, rather than entrust it to a fallen orc who has lost all honor and is no longer worthy of calling himself a "warrior."

Diakum, in his Sanctified Seraph state, spoke up Ashbringer. Amidst the scorching light of the burning sun, he spoke calmly, his tone even more apathetic due to his Sanctified state.

"I'm not showing you this to exploit your twisted notion of 'honor' and turn you into a blade in my hand to pierce the warring hordes, Grom.

I just want you to see what kind of people you are devoting your strength to. I just want you to know what kind of era you ushered in when you took the lead in drinking that cup of devil's blood. I just want you to know what kind of path you have led yourself, your loved ones, and your people onto.

I promise, I don't expect you to change your mind, nor do I intend to save your soul.

Just like I told you when I went to war.

I just want you to be a 'clear-headed ghost'.
continue.

Complete this Mak'gora amidst the plague unleashed by your fallen brethren!
Their demonic plague is powerful, but it's barely enough to harm me, so don't worry about it tarnishing your 'glory'.

I am just as strong as I was before."

Faced with Diakum's "invitation", Grom Hellscream turned around and realized that the other party was serious.

The ferocious chief showed a devilish grin on his face. He picked up Blood Roar and after taking a few deep breaths, the red light in his eyes turned into a fire of anger again. With the wolf spirit tattoo ignited, he swung his battle axe again and chopped at the Seraph in front of him.

"boom"

The battle axe and the heavy sword collided, and the angel's light feathers took a hard hit, causing a halo to burst out.

Every slash would be perfectly blocked by Diakum in his Seraph form with Ashbringer. Every collision between the furious battle axe and Ashbringer would trigger an explosion of holy light, bathing Grom in the scorching light as if he were standing in magma.

His long black hair quickly caught fire, allowing the Sentinels to once again admire the heroism of "Captain Flamehead."

But Grom didn't care.

He swung his axe like a madman, slashing wildly and roaring as he chopped:

"You are the most powerful person I have ever met, Diakum! If I hadn't drunk the demon blood, if I hadn't been blessed by the wolf spirit, I might not have been able to block your sword even with all my might! But now I can fight you head-on, and I can enjoy this kind of battle!"

He roared, burning his life force recklessly, making the power exchanged for the death wish even more brutal. The "primordial power" hidden in the orc's body seemed to finally explode.

With every strike, a piece of the Ashbringer's blade would break off.

This meant that the legendary warrior Grom's destructive power had officially reached the demigod level, but he was still constantly improving.

Blood was already bursting out of that hideous face, which was a sign of collapse as the body could not withstand the brute force. He might not feel the pain anymore, but he was still burning his remaining vitality.

It was like launching repeated attacks against a powerful being whom he could not defeat, and he did not care at all about the pressure that the Ashbringer's slashing blows brought to his scarred body.

"I may die here, but I will complete this Mak'gora. This is my wish! This is the battle I long to experience! This is the battle that will be engraved in my soul! This is the battle that will make me laugh out loud!

I.
I have no regrets in dying!"

On the battlefield where the blazing light of holy light and the fire of rage intertwined, there was only the interweaving of Grom Hellscream's shouts and the piercing roar of Gorehowl. The collision of weapons was like the bombardment of battering rams, and every collision would cause the ground to crack. It was the destruction caused by complete violence without any external force.

Even the earth was trembling under such power, and the earth was wailing, but he could not break the defense of the Seraph in front of him.

No matter how much he burned his life, no matter how much he called upon wrath, no matter how much he displayed his martial arts, he just couldn't defeat the damn Draenei saint in front of him!

He couldn't figure it out.
"boom"

Bloodroar's collision was blocked by Ashbringer.

At the moment the axe blade slipped, the fiery archangel stepped forward and knocked back Grom's attack with a punch, then grabbed his neck and lifted the orc chieftain up. His cold eyes stared at him in the darkness under his hood.

In response to his roar, Dick replied briefly:
"There's no need to convince yourself. This is just a life-and-death battle. Don't attach too much meaning to it!"

"boom"

Grom was thrown out. He jumped and rolled and landed steadily on the ground, but blood was gushing out from where his feet stood.

His body could not bear the force applied.

There was only a trace left in his health bar, which was the result of his extreme control of "burning blood". It was the strongest blow he received after burning 99.9% of his life.

The scorching light surrounding the Seraphim before him also converged at this moment into the cold and murderous light of dusk. All the strange phenomena were restrained at this moment, which meant that Diakum also compressed all his strength into this execution blow.

The two looked at each other for a moment and then swung their weapons at each other. In the moment they passed each other, all the heat that the Sun Herald absorbed in this battle instantly exploded, turning into a simple and unpretentious Judgment of Ashes that hit Grom.

Upon landing, the Seraph dissipated, allowing Diakum to land on his feet.

The chest and abdomen of the Guiding Light Battle Armor exploded, and blood gushed out from the broken armor. It was almost completely cut open from the heart to the waist and abdomen, and even the body of the Naaru showed signs of breaking. However, the Holy Word of Life, which was cast by the Archon of Light, quickly stabilized the injury.

After experiencing the "elevator blood" state, his health bar slowly rose. States such as severe injury, tearing, and fatal blow were eliminated by the holy light. In the "pain suppression" state, Diakum did not feel too weak, but just felt a deep fatigue.

This Grom Hellscream.
Dealing with a legendary fallen orc is several times more difficult than dealing with a demigod like Rukhmar. What is the principle behind the unreasonable increase in anger power of these orcs?
Okay
Be stronger.

He glanced at the Ashbringer in his hand. The blade was covered with scars and needed to be repaired by a blacksmith.

Behind him, Grom had turned into a pile of "dry bones" completely burned by the light and heat. Even if Diakum had not used the flaming blade, its destructive power had definitely reached the level of a demigod-level destructive blow. Even the legendary orc who drank the devil's blood could not stop it.

As for Blood Roar.
It broke.

The cracked axe blade exposed the heart of the Goron sealed in the axe body. The broken black stone steel was melted into a strange shape, and the axe handle was also broken into pieces, and it could no longer be used as a weapon.

Like a loyal weapon following its master.

But when Diakum picked up the Flame Blade that was stuck at the edge of the battlefield and returned to Grom, he was surprised to find that this guy still had a faint breath of life.

eccentric.

Logically speaking, there was no way this orc could have survived that attack just now, not even a demigod like Velen could do it.

"What a terrible battle! Old Ansu is not sure he can defeat you or this orc. These greenskins are too terrifying."

The voice of the Midnight Crow God, who never missed a moment of fun, rang in Diakum's ears. With a mixture of wonder and disgust, it said:
"He's dead, but the demigod's life force connects him. Quack! Just like how I lent my life force to Terokk and Lacey to help them grow quickly, it must be that hidden black wolf god. It's also keeping an eye on this Grom Hellscream."

But I have a way to cut off this connection. Is it necessary?

This orc is a disaster. We cannot give him a chance to resurrect, otherwise the whole Draenor will suffer!

Aside from you, quack, I don’t think there’s anyone else in this world who can stop that axe he just struck!”

"I want to hear his last words first. I'm curious what a fallen person would think about most when dying."

Diakum squatted down and put his hand on Grom's forehead, which looked like a withered skeleton. Through the vibration, he could hear the sound coming from the guy's barely moving mouth.

"Help. Garrosh the Red Scourge defeated the Vigilante. Son, save him."

"No wonder he left without saying a word just now, quack."

Ansu Shen said with a sigh:
"I thought he really had no interest in fighting you, but I didn't expect him to see through the plague unleashed by the vicious warlocks and find it effective against ordinary orcs. But would a madman who voluntarily drank the devil's blood care about his son?
Why did I hear that this guy had killed his wife with his own hands before drinking the devil's blood, just because he regarded his wife as weak after being injured by the ogre?
Can such a guy have any humanity?"

"He was terrible in every way. Grom's first half of his life was the perfect portrayal of a 'war beast,' but there was only one thing he lied about."

Diakum stood up and walked over Grom's body towards the cheering city of Shattrath. He whispered:

"Grom didn't kill his wife himself. He abandoned her because she was beyond saving. His wife begged him to kill her, but Grom mocked her to cover up the fact that he couldn't do it himself.

This guy's mouth is tougher than his axe.

Just like when his son was infected with the red scourge and could no longer survive, he would rather sneak out of the clan alone and hand Garrosh over to Mother Gaiaan and beg her to save him, rather than taking time out after so many years to see his child.

He is a very contradictory person. He is a madman but it does not affect his sensitive soul. "

"Is this why you let him go? When did you become so merciful, Holy Light Butcher?"

The voice of Ansu God turned sarcastic and said:
"Believe it or not, the moment this guy comes back to life, he'll rush to seek revenge on you! The Black Wolf God is protecting him, which is enough to make him fearless even after experiencing life and death."

"Then let's make a bet."

Diakum summoned Sun Wings and flew away from the duel area. He said:
"Let me bet on what Grom Hellscream will do after he comes back to life. I bet he won't seek revenge on me and that he will leave the warring tribes to seek his own redemption. Do you want to bet with me? Medivh, the celestial mage of Azeroth."

The other party fell silent.

After a moment, the voice of Ansu God changed into a gentle and elegant male voice, but with a hint of arrogance and coldness. He said in the most standard Draenei language:

"In my world, gambling is strictly prohibited by followers of the Holy Light, but it's rare that you're so inclined. Well, Sentinel Diakum of Argus, what do you want to bet with me?"

"If I win, you stay in Karazhan. Once I enter Azeroth, I'll wield the Holy Light and kill you, you bastard who's colluded with fate! You almost ruined everything!
It's just because you are curious about the changing fate of this world, and you intend to put it back on track, even if the price is that the entire Draenor will be washed by disaster!
You are so smart.

This means that you can't even use 'ignorance' and 'madness' to justify your actions. You are now a hundred times more disgusting than Gul'dan."

Diakham had never cursed so directly before.

But at this moment even the holy light was unusually gentle.

Obviously, Holy Light also wanted to curse at this bastard, so He chose Diakam as his "mouth substitute".

Facing Diakam's insults, Medivh behaved appropriately. He replied:

"If I win, you must come to Azeroth honestly, enter Karazhan, call me 'Master' and serve me. Use your outstanding ability to defy fate to assist me and complete my plan for Azeroth.
Besides, you are wrong, sir.

I am not going along with fate, I am fighting against it!
If the fate of Azeroth were as simple and easy as Draenor, I wouldn't have to waste so much time on it, but please understand that I can't just find an incompetent person to be my assistant.

I have to check whether you are qualified.

Facts have proved that you are indeed a good hand in the arena of fighting against fate.

My impromptu behavior may have caused you a little trouble. Do you need my help?
It's just the Defiler's Plague.

It's not a big deal, it's not difficult to fix."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it. You just need to stay in your mage tower and wait to die."

Diakum whispered:
"By the way, give Him my regards and thank Him for sparing my life 25,000 years ago. However, my homeland, which was entrusted to Him, will be taken back by my own hands by my people and I!"

"I will."

Medivh's voice faded away, and he said:
"You know what? He actually felt a little regret after seeing how outstanding you are. Oh, goodbye Azeroth, my foreign friend."

Diak'um entered Shattrath City and stayed with his people, while no one outside the city paid any attention to the terrified Warsong orcs.

They fled from the place where the holy light was burning fiercely, carrying the blood roar that was chopped into pieces but still roaring, and the body that was burned to charcoal but still breathing weakly.

Grom Hellscream miraculously survived.

The orcs' new god of war would not allow him to die like this.

In the elven legends of Azeroth, Goldrinn, the rebellious moon who harnesses endless rage, would select the bravest warriors to be his chosen ones. Now, after a trial of holy light burning, the Black Wolf of Slayer also has its favorite "Chosen of Discord".

According to the current situation of the Draenor War and the strength of the Holy Light's "bet" here, the Slayer feels that he may not be able to leave this world.

But that doesn't matter.

It is not an unacceptable outcome for me, who was born from the shadows, to eventually become ashes dedicated to the war, as long as I can find traces of my presence, experience and existence in those ashes.

Orcs!

These demon-blooded orcs will become the "traces" left behind by themselves.

They will be more outstanding warriors than the mindless demons. Grom Hellscream is only the most outstanding one among them, but not the only one.

It was really looking forward to the scene of its warriors stepping into Azeroth and completing the final battle with Goldrinn on its behalf.

Well, Goldrinn, do you like the gift I gave you?
(End of this chapter)