Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 50 5. Before returning to his hometown, Dick took back his "inheritance" first [Updated 8/50]

(Additional update for the "Frostfang Claw" brothers [8/10])
The merchant who planned to provide weapons to Dick was called Dana, a native of Ambori Village, and she had a strong young assistant named Serio.

Both of them were dressed quite "fashionably", and at first glance they looked like well-traveled and well-connected people. In fact, after chatting with Dana for a few sentences, Dick found that this girl was quite capable.

She used the village of Amberi as her base and ran her own trading business along the entire "Pilgrimage Road" from the Temple of Karabor to the city of Shattrath and finally to the Holy Land of Auchindoun. She also had several trading posts belonging to her, and even had a shop in the Temple of Karabor that sold various artworks.

Although she cannot be ranked among the "trade tycoons" of Draenor, considering that she is only over 200 years old this year, this is really a great ability.

According to Dana, her mother also received the dawn blessing from the Holy Coffin when she gave birth to her.

But Dick suspected that this was just a statement made by this shrewd businessman to get closer to him. After all, the village of Ambori had worshipped the holy coffin for more than two hundred years, and almost every child born here had been "illuminated" by Dick.

That was when he was trapped between life and death and practicing martial arts. The external effect brought about by the transformation of the holy light of the Sun Herald, although it also had a certain healing effect, it certainly did not have the exaggerated effect of "blessing".

Although the village of Amboli had just been looted, many houses were damaged, and the bodies of the burned orcs and the remains of innocent people needed to be collected, the villagers still enthusiastically prepared a sumptuous meal to entertain their saint.

A fruit platter consisting of melons from Tanaan Jungle, blood apples from Spires of Arak, and large grapes from Gorgrond, paired with appetizer yogurt brewed from the milk of Talbuk sheep from Nagrand Steppes, followed by a large plate of steaming hot snowflake clefthoof steak with delicious Zangar mushroom slices, and garnished with the finest Aruna hard cheese produced in Telmor.

This was a real "hard dish" and Dick was very satisfied with it.

He was very pleased that his people were destined to come to this unsafe world after a long exile, but could still live a peaceful and prosperous life. Even a small village like Amberi could put together such a big table of food. It can be seen that although the quality of life of the Draenei in the past two hundred years cannot be compared with that of their home planet, it is definitely not bad.

After all, his people are small in number, just over 200,000 people, and even in a small world like Draenor, they only need very few resources to live well.

The meal ended with a flavored butter bread called "Rickelback Claw", which had a unique taste. It was said to be a traditional food from the orcs that was modified by the Draenei chef.

Dick liked it very much and ate two plates in one go, which stunned the children in the village who were invited to dine with him.

They all exclaimed that the "Vigilant" not only had the courage of a cleft-hoofed ox, but also had a stomach like an electric elephant!
He is indeed a saint!
This horrific appetite is definitely not normal, but considering that Dick is recognized as a "saint" by everyone, all the abnormalities in him can be easily rationalized.

"Saint, Dana has selected weapons and armor for you."

Shantuk, the elite huntress from the Holy Coffin Guards who Dick considered trustworthy, came over to report while eating a few pieces of butter bread:

"I checked it out for you. It's indeed a very good weapon. But I think that merchant is very shrewd. She might be trying to use the hot news of your resurrection to boost her business.

These civilians really have no sense of crisis at all.

"She's a merchant, doesn't she know that the orcs have been harassing us all over Draenor? Although every harassment is met with a ruthless response from the warriors, if they don't stay vigilant, they will eventually be accidentally implicated."

"Don't talk about her, I don't know much about this."

Dick stood up, handed the last few sweet and delicious blood apples to the children, and followed Shantuk to where the garrison officers were camped outside the village. He said:
"We need to arrange for the people of Ambori Village to take refuge in Karabor Temple as soon as possible. The wilderness is no longer safe. Also, you need to bring enough arrows and Arkonite crystal bombs."

Dick whispered:
"We'll attack tomorrow morning. I don't intend to leave the Shadowmoon Clan as a threat any longer!"

"Ok?"

The huntress was startled. She whispered:

"But there are thousands of Shadowmoon orcs in that fortress, Saint. We have conducted reconnaissance there under the orders of Archbishop Nari. The Shadowmoon Clan is the most skilled in manipulating magic among the orc clans.

They also have mysterious necromancy that can awaken the dead to fight, which is why the Shadowmoon Clan, despite having a small number of members, can still occupy a leadership position in the orc tribe.

The orcs are very superstitious and respect the souls of their ancestors. The Shadowmoon Clan, which produces many shamans, has the same noble status in their culture as priests do in Draenei society.

I am not underestimating your holy power, but the fact is, once the Shadowmoon Clan awakens the undead in the cemetery, the number of their warriors will swell to a rather terrifying level in a short period of time.

even
It's even possible that a flood of the dead will sweep across the entire Shadowmoon Valley. I heard that some of the greatest warriors in orcish history are buried in the great tomb of the Shadowmoon Clan."

She paused and said:

"Although the orcs' civilization is still in the clan era, they are natural warriors whose power cannot be underestimated, and their number of legendaries is quite exaggerated. You have just awakened, and your knowledge of orcs is limited to two battles.

But I must emphasize to you that the level of these thugs does not represent the capabilities of elite orc warriors.

This is why the Great Prophet Velen doesn't want to let the war escalate. The orcs are a peculiar race with a rather exaggerated upper and lower limits. Although we have the advantage in technology and civilization, our population is too small. If a real fight breaks out, the orcs will definitely not be completely defenseless."

"what?"

Dick looked in surprise at the female hunter whose thoughts were so divergent and who always looked at him with strange eyes. He said doubtfully:
"When did I say I wanted to destroy the Shadowmoon Clan? I simply said we couldn't allow this hidden danger to continue to exist. Do you think your ancestors were all a bunch of inhumane executioners?"

"???"

Shantuk was stunned.

She didn't expect that this dog saint would actually "turn the tables".

Oh, you are not a butcher, so it wasn’t you who burned so many orcs to death in Ambori Village before, right?
But she couldn't show this emotion, so she could only ask apologetically:

"I'm sorry, I misunderstood you. So, what is your plan?"

"The Shadowmoon Clan has clearly been divided, child."

Dick narrowed his eyes and said:

"Remember the shadowy flames we saw in Anboli Village? That wasn't normal power; it was a void shadow that could corrupt the elements. If the Shadowmoon Clan had always worshipped the elements and the spirits of their ancestors, as you say, they would never have used such a dangerous, sinister power on such a large scale.

However, you saw with your own eyes what those Shadowmoon Warlocks did just now. They haven't been exposed to these things recently. They have been practicing this power for a long time.

You have to know that in a popular faith group, the disputes between new factions and old factions are often extremely fierce. The Shadowmoon Clan cannot convince all shamans to accept the power of the void, which means that there will always be some people who stick to tradition and will not succumb to the new trend.

They have effectively split!"

The Sentinel looked back at the distant Shadowmoon Fortress and said:
"We need to find those orthodox shamans who are unwilling to submit to corruption. Old Velen hopes to end the conflict through negotiation. I understand his concerns and the correctness of this decision, but he hasn't found a truly suitable negotiator.

If the Shadowmoon Clan shamans really have such a high status in the orc society, then we should start from this aspect!

The orcs have obviously been seduced by the devil!
In this case, we must assist the orcs in completing a "rectification of chaos" and help those simple and kind people resist the internal invasion of evil, just as we did when we eradicated the Awakener Cult, and separate the corrupted from the pure arcanists.

We must not resort to a blanket, collective attack. This is the future of both communities. Blind, complete hostility will only push neutrals into opposition."

The huntress's eyes widened, and after a few seconds, she whispered in surprise:
"You want to create divisions in orc civilization? Make peaceful orcs and mad orcs fight each other?"

"Uh, why does the term 'pursuit of peace' become so venomous in your mouth?"

Dick shook his head and said:
"You really should read the Holy Light Tome a few more times to cleanse your mind, kid. I simply proposed a feasible tactic from a diplomatic perspective to complement the peace treaty that Velen wants to achieve.

That’s how we do things in the Second Co-Government.”

"That was 25,000 years ago, Saint. I understand why it seems like yesterday to you, but to us, it's as long ago as myth."

Shantuk complained helplessly:
"I was born on the Path of Exile. I haven't even seen the scenery of Argus, let alone learned the 'ancient wisdom' you mentioned.

But to be honest, Archbishop Naili has always praised you as an outstanding 'strategist'. Everyone thought she was just embellishing her late husband's memory, but they didn't realize that the Archbishop was just speaking the truth."

"and many more!"

Dick's voice suddenly rose several degrees. He glared at Shantuk and scolded:
"What do you mean by 'Nellie's late husband'? Explain it to me! Don't run!"

"Ah, Saint, I suddenly remembered that I still have to shoulder the responsibilities of a scout. I must take advantage of the night to go outside Shadowmoon Fortress to complete the reconnaissance of tomorrow's operation and find the place where our poor compatriots are being held."

The female hunter who let the cat out of the bag jumped out like a rabbit, activated the Cheetah Guardian and added two more jumps before disappearing into thin air.

She knew she was in big trouble.

After all, the Archbishop's "deceased husband" was a joke that the sisters in the Ranger Enclave only dared to tell in private occasionally.

In the Draenei society, the official has never directly responded to the love story between the Archbishop and the Vigilante Saint. Even in the past 25,000 years, the fan fiction love story about "Brigadier General Diakum x Archbishop Nairi" has been updated countless times.

There are even some very stimulating pornographic books with these two people as the protagonists.

Well, logically speaking, this kind of behavior of making up heroic characters must be severely punished, but in the era of the Eredar, this race has been suffering from the difficulty of population growth. If those exaggerated pornographic books and the beautiful love story between the two, although fictitious, can help the Draenei have more children, then Dick and Nai Li have done a good thing.

This is the situation.

The reality is so awkward that even the saint Dick is helpless.

He swung his strong tail and used his sturdy and sharp golden tail to "ruthlessly behead" the wild flowers on the roadside to express his anger, but in the end he could only walk into the garrison's temporary camp with a stern face.

Merchant Dana was working hard to sell her goods to the garrisons.

She really has something good in her hands!
After hearing that the orcs were harassing the draenei, this shrewd businessman imported a batch of high-quality crystal-forged weapons from Shattrath City and intended to sell them to the pilgrims on the Pilgrimage Road for self-defense. As a result, he happened to meet this group of elite garrison officers who were about to carry out a mission. This was really a pleasant surprise.

Dana has it all planned out!
After the Sentinel Saint uses the weapons she provided to defeat the Shadowmoon thugs, she will let her assistants set up a sign and enter the arms industry selling armor and weapons. At that time, she will write a sign on her shop saying "Excellent weapons that even the Sentinels say are good"!
Wow, this is a godsend advertisement!
The best part is, I didn't lie. Even the strictest advertising law in the universe can't find fault with me.

"So, where's the best sword in the village?"

Dick asked, and Dana, who had just sold two crystal-forged spears to the garrison officer as throwing weapons, immediately turned around. With a respectful expression, she reached out and with a little effort opened the weapon box behind her, and made a "please" gesture to the sentinel.

The Brigadier General stepped forward and took a look. Inside the ancient weapons box was a giant Eredar-style battle axe.

The axe head was forged from alloy and crystal using the unique technique of the Eredar, and the sharp and gracefully curved axe blade was shaped from melted crystal. This was obviously a magical weapon, and there were two suspended crystal blades under its main body, which together gave this battle axe enough brutal destructive power.

It was embellished with purple crystals, and the axe's handle was just the right length for an eredar warrior to wield in both hands and perform brutal beheadings in close combat.

In fact, Dick recognized it at a glance as a standard elite weapon of the Eredar garrison commander.

"I've seen many vindicators wield weapons like this in Mac'Aree."

Dick stroked the weapon with a hint of nostalgia and whispered:
"Does it have a name?"

"Yes, Saint."

The astute Dana also showed a trace of sadness at this moment, and she said softly:

"My father only took this with him when he fled his hometown. It is said that he used this battle axe to escort my grandmother and my mother onto the Naaru's spaceship. Although my father died in a demonic attack on the spaceship thousands of years ago, I still kept it as my family's legacy and a memory of my hometown.

Yes.

Saint, its name is 'Legacy'!"

"A nice name, though a little too gentle for a weapon."

Dick reached out and lifted the battle axe, which ordinary Eredar needed two hands to hold, with one hand. Infusing it with holy light, the crystal axe face and blade shone brightly. Such excellent energy transmission was a testament to the classic craftsmanship of Mac'Aree's master jewelers. It was truly authentic!
At the same time, the weapon's attribute entry also jumped into Dick's eyes:
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Weapon Name: Legacy Weapon Type: Eredar Classic Style Vindicator Standard Double-Edged Battle Axe

Weapon quality: Fine, Epic

Weapon characteristics: solid, sharp, special energy conduction

Producer: Forging Workshop of the Archon's Seat Technology Court

Item description:

[It's a high collectible, but generally not very practical. Considering it lacks any reliable weapon effects, my advice is to just use it. These days, there aren't many mortal weapons that can match your stamina.]

But you'd better not damage it, after all, the merchant lady next to you is ready to extort money from the saint.

Wow, what a shrewd and bold soul. 】

】

"A fine weapon. I will not dishonor your father's bravery or your family heritage, son."

Dick swung the tomahawk twice.

Although it still feels a bit light, it is at least much better than ordinary weapons.

But Dana had more than just one weapon as a surprise for him, as the shrewd businessman opened another box, this time containing a complete set of eight pieces of Draenei-style battle armor.

Well, how do we differentiate between the Eredar style and the Draenei style?

In fact, the two are similar, except that the latter is simpler, without the exaggerated and rich use of various magic gems to embellish the Eredar style. This is related to the simple customs that the exiles developed along the way.

The armor in front of you is a typical example. It has no crystal decoration but generally follows the aesthetic of the Eredar.

Dick reached out and placed his hand on the gray armor. He turned back to Dana and said:
"I suppose this armor has a story worth hearing, too?"

"Well, not really. This was left by my ex-boyfriend."

Dana wagged her tail and said a little embarrassedly:
"I caught that guy cheating on my cousin. After his reputation was ruined in several nearby towns, I heard he went to Farahlon to work as an archaeologist."

"Wait! You're only two hundred years old, right?"

Dick was stunned for a moment, then said sternly:

"At this age, in our time, close contact with the opposite sex was strictly prohibited. Your bodies haven't developed to the point where you can safely bear children! This is irresponsible to yourselves."

"Oh, God! Holy Light."

Dana covered her face in despair and said:

"How come your tone is exactly like my mother's? But the thing is, she's over 20,000 years old this year, but last month she found me an 'uncle' who's only over 300 years old, and she's excitedly planning to give me a younger brother or sister.

She plans to take five hundred years to complete this task. She is the same age as you.

Every time I go home, I still have to listen to her nagging about how she was young and beautiful in Mac'are when she stood by the roadside with a basket of flowers and scattered flower petals for you when you returned triumphantly, and you even winked at her.

I mean, we've been on the run for so long, saint.

Can you please stop using rules from tens of thousands of years ago to restrict today's young people?
You know, both Lords Viren and Hatton are so worried about their tribe's reproductive problems that they're losing their hair. A good girl like me who's willing to fall in love and have children is a real treasure in their eyes."

This conversation made the garrison officers nearby feel very uncomfortable as they had to hold back their laughter. Dick didn't know how to respond to this terrible "cultural gap" for a moment.

He could only lament the decline of morality like an old man who couldn't keep up with the times. Then he sighed and focused on the armor. Just like before, runes also danced before his eyes:

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Protective gear name: Tahamat Defender's Holy Armor

Armor quality: Excellent/Epic
Protective gear characteristics: Consecrated protective gear, enhanced defense

Special effects:

【3/8】：Slightly increase armor value

【5/8】：Slightly increase the speed of light energy recovery
[8/8]: Grants the passive skill [Blessing of Saint Tahamat], which enhances the effectiveness of Holy Light spells and significantly increases armor value.

Maker: Tahamat Follower Craftsmen.

Item description:

[Tahamat is a Draenei saint, yes, the same guy as you!

But the difference is that you can wake up from your coffin and fight again after sleeping for 20,000 years, but he has already sacrificed his life in an unknown world to protect the people, leaving behind only a legend and the name of a commemorated saint.

So, when you put on the armor commemorating someone, behave properly and don't bring shame to the profession of saints, understand?

Hey, have you seen the orcs in Shadowmoon Fortress?
go with!
Kill them all!
Let's make a grand blood sacrifice to the Holy Light, offering our skulls to the Holy Throne! Then lead the thousand-year-old veterans of the Hand of Argus in a punitive expedition across this shitty world! Warmaster Diaoge, we respect you!]

】

"You are such a complicated person!"

Dick was too tired to complain about the damn item description, but he had to say that for a high-quality suit, the attributes of this set of protective gear were already quite good.

At least it is better than the set of Lightforged Armaments he got 25,000 years ago, which was taken as a kickback by that bastard.

It can be seen that the skills of the Draenei have improved during their exile.

"I'll take this set of protective gear as well."

Dick turned back to Dana and said:

"Next time I meet your ex-boyfriend, I will scold him for you."

"You'd better give his third leg a good kick instead of me."

Dana said unhappily:

"That bastard actually said my cousin is more ahem, than I am. I won't say such foul language in front of you. This set of armor needs to be altered. I'll take it to the blacksmith first, but it's magical armor, so it's easier to modify. So you can wear it to battle tomorrow morning."

After saying that, Dana bowed politely, then left with her assistant with a look of smug joy on her face.

Ah, the plan works!

The saint accepted the weapons he presented, so now the signboard that says "The sentinels all say it's good" can be made in advance.

I'm going to make a fortune soon!

In the future, I'll definitely be as wealthy as the Node Princes of the Void Spirits! I'll become a cosmic tycoon! Come on, Dana.

Dick ignored the merchant lady's thoughts. He chatted with the garrison officers for a few words, told them to have a good rest, and then prepared to return to the village to fulfill his duties as a pastor and finish a sermon to comfort the villagers' wounded hearts.

But just as he walked out of the camp, he saw Irel rushing out in panic. When she saw Saint Dick, the young girl rushed over and said to him in a crying voice:
"Saint, my sister Samara has been captured! I thought she was hiding in her room, but I couldn't find her no matter how hard I looked. It was Lady Dana who told me that in the chaos, she saw Samara, who had run back to report the news, being captured by several orcs outside the village.

She was supposedly taken back to Shadowmoon Citadel.

It's all my fault!

I was the one who asked her to come back alone to report the news. If she had stayed with me at that time,
OMG!

Samara is naturally weak, she can't stand the torture, I must go and save her immediately!"

"If the child had stayed with you, I would not have been able to save her in time."

Dick shook his head and said:
"This isn't your fault. It's just that hateful fate can't bear to see the beautiful things in the world last forever. Don't worry, child, we will find Samara. Tomorrow morning, we will set out to Shadowmoon Fortress to rescue her!"

"Is it just us?"

Yrel lamented:

"There are too few of them. There are too many orcs there. Alas, Samara always likes to make friends with Shadowmoon orcs. She also has an orc girl friend who is an apprentice priest of the Shadowmoon Clan. They often watch the stars together at night."

"We will not be alone, for the Light does not allow its warriors to walk alone."

Dick looked towards the direction of Ambori Village leading to the Karabor Temple and said:
"If those in the temple of Karabor do not react to such a terrible event as the plundering of the Holy Casket, then they are unfit to lead our people. Be patient, and at least some reinforcements will arrive at dawn."

Get ready, Newbie Yrel.

This will be your first true war, honor your sisters and your Light."

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"Hurry up! Hurry up!"

On the road in the night, a commander riding a battle ram shouted to the hundreds of cavalrymen following behind him:

"Archbishop Akama ordered us to reach the village of Anboli before dawn. We must confirm the safety of the Holy Coffin of the Sentinel. These damn orcs are seeking their own death. Oh! Holy Light, may you send down the burning holy fire to burn these troublesome bastards to death.

I can't even imagine how bad things would get if this news reached Telmo and those fanatical veterans were alerted."

"There's no need to alarm the ten-thousand-year-old veteran, sir."

The commander's adjutant sighed:
"You've seen Captain Maraad's terrifying face before, raging to the point of wanting to devour anyone he chose. I've followed him for so long, and this is the first time I've seen his rage boil to that level."

“This is nonsense.”

The commander curled his lips and said:

"That Sentinel Saint was considered a 'father' by Captain Maraad and his sister, especially after their great mother fell ill and passed away. He was their only relative.

Blanch!
Damn these stupid orcs, they destroyed everything with their own hands."

"Sir, as a garrison commander, you shouldn't swear. Although everyone agrees, Chao, the negotiations the Great Prophet has been trying to facilitate are likely to be ruined by this sudden incident. Perhaps war on Draenor is inevitable."

"Alas, let the Holy Light punish me for my foul language. I am tired, so I will be destroyed."

(End of this chapter)