Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 215 38. Hey, this is called love!

The teleportation hall in Stormwind has been extremely busy these days.

After the news of the selection of the successor to the Holy Staff spread, mages from all over the place teleported here almost every day, and some warlocks hiding in corners also came to join in the fun. There were so many people that the price of the Golden Rose Inn in Stormwind City was driven up.

Some of the poorer ones went to live outside the city.

Guess what?

The hotels in Goldshire are also full!

Old Fare, the owner of the Lion's Pride Inn, smiles from ear to ear every day, but mages still come in an endless stream. Although most of them know that it is impossible for them to get the holy staff, the inheritance ceremony of the Guardian of Tirisfal is a major event in the magic world of the Eastern Kingdoms, and they also want to come to "join in the celebration."

Now newcomers either have to stay on farms outside the city, or stay at Northshire Monastery for a few days. Some also go to Azura's Tower, which is also where spellcasters gather.

The climax of this event occurred when Archbishop Alonsus Faol led the devout believers from the northern border to Stormwind City.

The Teleportation Hall has increased its staff today to ensure the safe arrival of the Archbishop and his entourage. There are so many of them that they should have come by boat, but because of the greenskin invasion, the Archbishop had to choose a faster way.

Alonsus Faol is the spiritual leader of the human Holy Light believers, so the entire Mage District is crowded with local believers who come to pay homage to him.

Even the most romantic nobles had to pretend to be pious today, otherwise if they angered the archbishop and got religious excommunication, the family would be "expelled" from the aristocratic circle, and would have to sit at the same table with the peasants when encountering problems in the future.

Didn’t you see that King Ryan came to the Mage Tower to greet him in person? It can be seen that the religious atmosphere in the human kingdom is actually quite strong. But then, the king, who had looked very haggard recently, saw a black carriage guarded by a group of holy light tough guys.

And the seal box on the car!

At first the king thought it was some ancient holy object, but the closer the convoy, surrounded by believers, got to the cathedral, the more obvious the whistling of weapons coming from the sealed box on the carriage became.

Balls of holy flames surrounded the sealed box, forming various sacred patterns.

Because the Ashbringer was forged using fragments of Kara, when the geometric holy runes surrounded the carriage, there was even a faint ethereal hymn, which made the believers shout "miracle".

Some enthusiasts even knelt down to kiss the ruts with spots of light.

The occupational trait of "Sun Herald" left in the Holy Blade by Diakum was released. The scorching glow was like a diffused sunlight, constantly transforming in the stream of morning light and evening light. Its accompanying healing power healed the wounds of the crowd, and the heartwarming light made a group of old believers burst into tears.

The people of Stormwind were already in panic because of the greenskin invasion and the fall of Redridge Mountains. The panic made them yearn for spiritual comfort and protection. In this environment where the foundation of the world is built by supernatural forces, it is natural for people to turn to faith for peace of mind.

Now that we see the miracle happening, it is even more incredible.

If it weren't for the strong and sturdy "Ash Knights" like Grand Duke Mograine guarding them, I'm afraid that fanatics would have rushed up to try to touch the holy relics to obtain the blessing of the Holy Light.

When the convoy entered the square in front of the cathedral, the humming of the holy blade in the sealed box finally reached its peak.

Diakum, who was sitting on the high platform in front with the local priests and Marshal Lothar, shrugged helplessly. He looked around and seemed to be back to the scene when he had just woken up and entered the Temple of Karabor. Fortunately, Stormwind City was facing the threat of war and no one tried to do the unlucky trick of scattering flower petals, otherwise an unlucky old man would have been stabbed today.

Diakum could sense the city's uneasiness, so he decided to give it courage in the name of Holy Light.

Alas, in this world where supernatural powers really exist, feudal superstitions have to be practiced. Fortunately, Diakum is an old priest who has learned a lot from old Weiren, a natural-born charlatan, and he is no stranger to how to "heat up the atmosphere."

So, under the curious gaze of the little prince dressed in gorgeous clothes beside him, the saint from another world took a step forward and gently raised his left hand.

"The Holy Light forbids us to be separated. Come back, Blade of Loyalty."

He said.

"boom"

The chains that bound the holy relic on the carriage of the sealed box were shattered by the sharp holy light and the sword whistled.

Amid the crowd's exclamations, the Ashbringer floated up, then turned into a golden stream of light and rushed out of the box, flying towards its master like a shooting star. It hummed, and although it had no will of its own, the fragments of Naaru gave it a different kind of mystery.

When it was finally held in Diakum's hand, all the light turned into white holy flames and dissipated inward, revealing the true appearance of this "Demon-Exorcist Holy Blade" to everyone.

"Wow!"

uttered the little prince in surprise.

Even though he was not yet a true warrior, he could still feel the powerful aura shaped by war from this heavy holy blade.

Ashbringer.
He knew the name of the sword.

At first he just thought the name was cool, but when Saint Diakum actually held it in his hands, the little prince realized that "Ashebringer" was not just the name of this sword!

"Marshal, you are going to owe me another big favor."

Diakum stroked his blade and spoke softly.

Under Lothar's astonished gaze, Diakum glanced at the number "＞8" on the character card that indicated the failure condition for the "Light and Shadow Twins" Path Trial. He took a deep breath, temporarily terminating the Path Trial at this moment, and calling upon the Holy Light Force to bless him.

When surrounded by the blazing holy flame, Dick once again entered the state of "Sanctified Seraph".

Although it was difficult for the weakened Seraphim to complete the cross-border battle, fortunately, Diakum did not need to swing his sword and fight the evil creature to the death at this time.

What he wanted to borrow at this time was the special power of the Holy Light Force at the level of "faith". This was also the only power among the six forces that could use "faith", an illusory yet extremely heavy substance, to shape, promote and even change destiny.

Faith and Holy Light are always two sides of the same coin. This is also one of the characteristics of the Holy Light Force. Because it is idealistic, and faith can be regarded as idealism in a sense, the fit between the two is really perfect.

The Sentinel, who looked like a god under the golden wings, reached out his hand, touched the head of little Varian, who had wide eyes, an open mouth, and a dull expression, and whispered:

"When we first met, you asked me if there were angels in this world."

Then, as the little prince exclaimed, the world before his eyes was suddenly shrouded in light, as if a silhouette in the light was speaking to him.

Holy wings of light replaced the huge golden wings.

White flames covered Diakum's lion armor, transforming it into a holy battle suit. When the white hood was covered, only shadows were cast on his face.

The Seraph's feet left the ground as his wings danced, and the magnificent holy light around him turned into the stream of holy light, even replacing the sunlight, like a golden "holy light sun" suspended in the sky.

The Seraph held the holy blade and hovered above the dome of the cathedral. Every time its wings flapped, golden feathers of light fell.

The holy feathers of light sprinkled on the people, bringing them physical strengthening and spiritual warmth, making the devout kneel down in tears and shouting their beliefs at the top of their lungs.

The country bumpkins of Azeroth have never seen such a scene!
Not to mention the commoners and nobles who were kneeling down in the name of Holy Light, stretching out their hands to call for the blessing of faith. Even the spiritual leader Alonsus Faol, the priest Turalyon beside him, and the knights Uther and Tirion Fordring who were ordered by King Terenas to escort them were stunned.

The Holy Light Church of mankind does not have idols, which is also the most basic characteristic of the Holy Light doctrine. But at this moment, even Archbishop Fao, who has an extremely firm faith, felt the urge to bow down and worship the holy spirit born in the light before him.

This is totally different from ordinary tricks, my friends!

This thing has already gone beyond the scope of "feudal superstition"!
At least the "holy light divinity" that Diakam possessed at this moment was truly genuine. He was a seraph forged by the Holy Light and brought to the human world! He descended upon the human kingdom of Azeroth, bringing them the enlightenment of the Holy Light.

The Ash Knights who took the Vigilante Demon-Slaying Oath after touching the Ashbringer were even more inspired.

Inspired by the holy light that came from the same source, golden wings of light also lit up behind them. As the holy halos were applied one after another, the mottos on their armor shone through their bodies and turned into sacred enchantments, making them "consecrated objects." This allowed these Ash Knights to truly complete the enlightenment of the holy light's morality at this moment, and enabled them to embark on the career path of the Paladin. Before, they were at most "warriors wielding the holy light."

This was also the first time that Diakum did not use the power of the Seraph in battle, and then he discovered the exaggerated effect of this power when used as a reinforcement.

"Citizens of Stormwind, lift your heads and look up to the sky! The shining holy light will grant divine power to protect mankind! The brave city of faith will be tested and will never fall!"

Diakum spoke in human language, allowing his voice to reach every corner of the city. The sacred aura from the burning holy power continued to spread, casting rays of pure, blessed light over the entire city. He raised his hand and shaped the light into petals, scattering them around the cathedral. Then, under the gaze of thousands of people, he flapped his wings of light and descended amidst the exaggerated shower of shattered golden feathers.

Finally, it hovered in front of Lothar, and in the darkness under the hood, there were gentle eyes looking at the Marshal of Stormwind.

Lothar guessed what this evil alien saint was planning to do. He even felt that he had seen Diakum's extremely subtle smile in the darkness under the pure hood.

But before the marshal could say anything, the sanctified Seraph raised his holy gauntlet and touched Lothar's forehead.

Like a touch of fate.

He said in a priestly chant:
"Lion Lord of Arathor, may glory and victory always be with you. The Light of Anduin Lothar has made you king today! Blessed are the people, for your leader has been born."

"whoosh"

After saying this, Diakum, who had finally completed his grand feat of showing off in front of others, flapped his wings and rushed into the sky in the light, leaving only feathers of light flying all over the sky.

This perfectly fulfilled the audience's imagination of the mythical scenes in which those holy angels vanish after delivering the oracle. Hey, pretend to be cool and then run away, how exciting!

So only Sir Lothar with a helpless look on his face was left there. He touched the crown on his head that was temporarily forged by the Holy Flame, and thought to himself that this old Deng was too damn bad. Even the style of the crown was the orthodox Arathor royal style. It was obvious that it had been carefully studied.

Having announced it so openly in this way, no one would believe him even if he denied the rumor in person.

Archbishop Alonsus Fao, who witnessed all this, was ecstatic.

The archbishop's fingers were trembling, and few people knew it, but in fact, Archbishop Fao, who was gentle, humble and compassionate, and a well-deserved incarnation of the Holy Light, was also a "Great Arathorian" in his heart.

He really dreamed of seeing the reconstruction of the Arathor Empire and the end of the current meaningless division and confrontation among the seven human nations.

"Ah, thank the Holy Light!"

The archbishop drew the holy emblem on his chest and decided to report this matter back to the northern border immediately.

The Holy Light sent the Seraph to proclaim the oracle, allowing the Second Empire to be rebuilt here. Ah, blessing is upon mankind!

However, although this scene moved heaven and earth, it could not move the high elves who came with the team. After all, they did not believe in the holy light, but they felt that this scene was full of power and divinity that could not be ignored.

"Oh my god, is that kind of exaggerated Force that has already completed high-level shaping really something that mortals can achieve?"

The three daughters beside General Liresa were stunned for a moment, while the elven wizards who came with her were discussing topics that ordinary people could not understand, such as "the shaping state of the arcane force" and "the advanced application of the three-phase transformation of power" with red faces.

As for the Ranger General herself, she recovered from the shock and whispered to the elven warrior beside her who was wearing armor and a helmet:

"How does it feel?"

"Huh, pretending to be a ghost."

The elven female warrior said with disdain in a hoarse voice:
"I won't allow my fiancé to become emperor with the help of others. Look at the helplessness in Lothar's eyes! Sister-in-law, that guy clearly hasn't made up his mind yet! Such a weak man is not worthy of me."

"Alas, the Holy Light himself has arranged your marriage, and you're still like this! If you continue like this, you'll never get married, Daenerys. Grandfather had me personally escort you here to prevent you from running away.

Please make some contact, okay?

Also, when working, refer to your job title! "

"Oh, all right, Ranger General."

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"Are you crazy?! I'm asking you if you're crazy!"

At the quiet Mirror Lake near Stormwind City, a rarely visited lake, Archbishop Nari, who had been chasing him all the way, jumped off the hill and saw Diakum standing by the lake and stretching lazily.

The enraged archbishop rushed forward, grabbed Dick's neck, and screamed:

"Do you still think you haven't gone far enough on the Path of Holy Light? Embracing divinity just to bring unity to the shaky human kingdom? You're wholeheartedly devoted to them, so can't you think about yourself?
We're about to lose you.

I’m about to lose you!”

Nellie's anger at this moment stemmed from fear.

She was a little out of control, and Diakum couldn't hold her down with both hands. The main reason was that she was not as tall as Nari in human form, which was really inconvenient.

Then the Sentinel dispelled his illusion, and when his tall body reappeared, he reached out and picked up the ferocious Naili, and calmed the "blue kitten" with a longing kiss. Naili was very worried about Diakum's mental state.

She was worried that she was too late, causing Diakum's outline in the light to disappear, leaving only a will that was completely absorbed by the light.

But in this passionate kiss, Nellie's worries were quickly dispelled.

She even felt that Diakum's humanity was so full at this moment, more real than when he was in the Draenor world, and no longer that unattainable vision.

Not until the legendary Nali felt slightly suffocated did the sentinel release her, allowing Nali to fall back to the ground with her feet dangling in the air.

He lowered his head, looked at the breathless Nari with a smile, and said in a gentle tone:

"Are you still worried now?"

"I'm not worried about your humanity, though."

She sighed and said:
"Did you avoid the influence of the Holy Light by venturing into the shadows? Dick, this approach may be correct, but have you ever considered that if the Holy Light calls upon you again in the future and you ascend to a higher level, would you still need to delve deeper into the darkness to preserve your will?
But that means you're in more danger."

"Not as long as I complete this trial."

Dick took Nellie's arm and sat by the quiet lake, away from the troubles of the world. He said:
"I have absorbed wisdom from the shadows, determined to find a path forward within the light that belongs only to me. The Holy Light allows me to do this, but He also does not want to see me transform myself into firewood and ignite it to fight against the cold winds of fate.

I was able to retain my humanity and replace the teachings of the Light with my own.

He loves me so much, just like you finally put aside those responsibilities and finally decided to have a love affair with me that belongs only to the two of us. "

The Sentinel played with the Archbishop's tail and said with a laugh:
"I thought you really wanted to wait until we had liberated Argus together before completing all this."

"That chatterbox Yura said that."

Nellie was a little shy. She glared at Dick, pulled back her tail, and said:

"She said I was always too calm, always trying to find some time to devote myself to you and me amidst all those troublesome things. But love is inherently blind and passionate. If you really want to be rational, there is no such thing as passion.

You also said that you wanted me to be the anchor of your humanity.

When I really saw you fall into another world, when I realized that I might lose you for the second time, I finally understood that you were not just saying sweet words at that time. You needed me, so I came.

He abandoned his position as archbishop and temporarily placed his oath in his heart.

At least in this strange and dangerous world, I can accompany you wholeheartedly and help you complete your path trials until your path is truly shaped. Hmm? What's that in your hand?"

Naili looked at Diakam in surprise as he took out a silver handkerchief. She blinked and asked.

"Oh, there's a little dust on your face. Let me wipe it off for you. Don't move."

The Sentinel wiped Nellie's face with a handkerchief.

Then, the obscene armor removal technique begins!

"Swish"

The Archbishop felt a chill on her body before she could react. After realizing that her armor and clothes had been "wiped off" by this obscene handkerchief, she instinctively screamed and rushed to the lake beside her, but was then gently pulled by the "bad guy" by the tail.

So, the Archbishop who could easily defeat dozens of Phoenix Guards with Redmaw Fang and rush out of the Sunwell fell "weakly" into her boyfriend's arms.

The nail removal technique can be used three times a day.

Dick also used it to remove his lion armor, but when he was about to move on to the next step after the sweet words and comfort, Nari panted and shook her head frantically, saying seriously:
"No! I'll die."

"Well, so I prepared this."

The Vigilant Saint, who had planned this in advance, waved the Illusion Brooch in his hand. This time, he did not appear with a human face, so as not to make Nari feel uncomfortable. Instead, he shaped himself into the normal body of a Draenei.

"Ah, the magic in this world is so vulgar."

The Archbishop complained madly.

"Who says it's not?"

The sentinel embraced his old love and rolled into the water. Amidst the ripples on the Mirror Lake, the two old men and women, who were nearly 50,000 years old in total, once again experienced the release of emotions that no longer needed to be concealed.

Yura the Chatterbox is right.

The correct release of emotions is an important part of ensuring humanity.

Well, Yura is always right.

(End of this chapter)