Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 87: 42. Run away, demons! Brother Egg is coming in to kill you all! [Updated 45/50]

(Additional update for brother “Huo Zheng Ting Hao” [10/10])
After waking up in the storm on Draenor, when Dick learned that the Burning Legion had three giants and two of them were different from what he remembered, he knew that the storm raised by him, the "Eredar Butterfly", had blown the destiny off the track.

After learning that the current "Polluter" is called "Cenarius" and has two war vanguards of the same nature under his command, the Vigilant has simulated in his mind many times how he should fight against the once noble and powerful but now corrupt and vicious demigod of the wilderness.

This job is not easy.

Because these guys are really hard to deal with.

They were born from the life force and are the epitome of the concept of "life" in the material world. Their level of progress in the path of the force is on the same level as creatures like the Naaru and the Great Demon Lord, which means that they will receive the most exaggerated increase in vitality among all the force walkers.

To put it simply, the health bar is thick enough, the self-healing ability is strong enough, the biological panel attributes and five-dimensional values are exaggerated enough, and the most troublesome thing is that the wilderness demigods also have a special "immortality". These bastards are best at performing "sit-ups" repeatedly in front of the enemy.

Moreover, because they are highly connected with the original force of life, they often have some very troublesome "derivative groups" of creatures. After all, "reproduction" is also an intuitive interpretation of the concept of life.

For example, the "Slayer" Lecanthos who appeared in the material world of Draenor.

This corrupted symbol of the dark side of the Wild Wolf God commanded its ghost wolf pack when it appeared. The exaggerated number and huge momentum of its pack were enough to call it a "wolf disaster". Dick, who was getting closer and closer to the battlefield, was basically certain that every one of these ghost wolves that followed the Slayer into the battlefield were elite creatures.

This means that their individual values are also higher than ordinary individuals of the same rank.

In addition, the demigods of life are infused with the most directly destructive evil filth among the six forces, which further enhances the destructive power of these guys on top of their already exaggerated five-dimensional values. This makes it even more difficult to deal with them than to deal with a legion of demons.

The only good news is that these are a group of beasts. They do not have the rare discipline of the demon army, nor can they use various complex strategies that are deadly enough. They do not have armor or weapons, which makes it difficult for them to grow in strength on a large scale and rapidly even if they have high statistics.

Secondly, their existence and pack morale are highly dependent on their pack leader!
This is a common characteristic of wild beasts. No matter how large the herd is, they can be quickly defeated once their leader is killed.

Therefore, the moment the divine light shone upon the wolf vanguard's herd like the scorching sun at noon, forcing them to howl and slow down, Dick had already decided on the tactics for this battle.

To catch a thief, first catch the leader!

The Killer left the evil beasts to his brave garrisons to deal with. He had only one target, which was the dark wolf lord in front of him who was guarded by thousands of beasts.

He had to confirm this guy's information and its origins.

Even though they are both demigods of the wilderness, the extracted "Lycanthos of Darkness" and the fallen "Goldrinn the Rebellious Moon" are two completely different concepts.

The former may also be killed and exiled.

But if it's the latter.
Then Diakum could only pray that His Majesty Kara would contact the Legion of Light quickly enough and send strong reinforcements before the violent ghost wolves devoured all of Draenor.

Well, any old ass who knows something about the exaggerated native wilderness demigod sequence of the world of Azeroth probably understands what Dick means.

There was another reason why he had to take the risk and carry out the decapitation operation.

The "Hand of Argus" aura that Dick activated at this time has a duration. What he carries on his body is just a "power node" formed by more than 30,000 star soul fragments, not a complete Argus star soul. The "Ancient Eredar Warrior" enhancement it can give to the Draenei warriors is not as exaggerated as the complete version.

Diakum glanced at the countdown on his character card. The fifteen-minute duration meant that his strengthened garrison officers might face a catastrophic disaster in fifteen minutes.

It’s hard to complete a charge in such a short time!

However, having said that, the momentum of the Draenei warriors who followed him and fearlessly charged towards the tide of demon wolves was not weak at all.

Yrel's fingers bear the battle-scarred sigil of the Hand of Argus.

At this moment, she felt that her whole body was filled with strength. She could feel the great Supreme Argus watching her and encouraging her, and the infusion of power from the most powerful existence among the stars made Yrel feel that she could do anything.

She rode her battle tabbu into the ferocious evil wolves in front of her, and swung the Demon Spine Spear infused with holy light. The first strike split the calf wolf that pounced on her in two, and the trajectory of the halberd even left a golden blade mark, and the rotation and sweep of the blade triggered an explosive shock of holy light.

The stream of light roared and pierced, and two strikes cleared the way ahead for Irel. Moreover, her own holy light became extremely active and scorching under the strengthening of the world's power. Those scorching holy patterns that had not yet dissipated were still in her imitation of the saint's signature combat skills, turning into a deadly holy storm and continuing to advance forward.

She could feel the ancient Eredar vindicator residing within the seal guiding her, his combat skills being shared with her through the connection of the artifact.

This made her feel that her body was fighting in Draenor at this moment, but her will had returned to the world of Argus more than 20,000 years ago. She was fighting against endless demons like those ancient soldiers.

This is not an illusion, and this sense of power is not illusory.

In the interval of Irel's charge, she looked back and saw that the garrisons and priests beside her had entered into the same "combat concentration" as her. She could even vaguely see that the spirits of those ancient warriors were following them to attack the pack of magic wolves.

When she looked back again, she could still see the figure that was very familiar to her and the ancient warriors, rushing into the depths of the Demon Wolf Disaster like an arrow from a bow, like a scorching sun sweeping across the earth, rushing straight towards the Demon Wolf Lord covered in blood.

At this moment, her courage and morale surged, and she felt that she could follow the Vigilant Saint and fight forever!
Of course, this is an illusion.

Even with the blessing and strengthening of the world's power, the individual's combat effectiveness is ultimately limited, and only she herself is strengthened. The combat Talbuk under her crotch is not lucky enough to be strengthened by the world soul.

Soon, Irel was forced to continue fighting on the ground because her vehicle was knocked down by the ghost wolves, but fortunately, the enhancement of the Heart of Argus prevented her from being torn apart by these ferocious ghost wolves in an instant.

She noticed that the garrison officers who were charging with her had almost reached their limit, and the Thunder Elephant heavy cavalry with stronger impact power did not dare to continue charging for fear of being separated from the main army.

The two sides were deadlocked on the edge of the Holy Land of Auchindoun.

The garrisons were unable to continue to penetrate the pack of magic wolves, and the ghost wolves, stunned by the head-on blow, found it difficult to tear apart the temporary battle line formed by the garrisons in a short period of time.

The advantage is on the Draenei side, they also have the four elemental lords of Draenor to assist in the battle.

Thunderstorms and rain of fire from the sky struck the wolf herd like crazy, a constant stream of earthquakes continued to divide and hinder the wolf's combined attack, while healing streams continued to jump back and forth among the garrisons, along with healing rain falling from the sky.

They have been strengthened by the Heart of Argus and molded into an iron-like whole, making it difficult to tear them apart quickly.

This scene immediately made Lecanthos, who was observing the battlefield, realize that there was something wrong with this group of Draenei blue-skinned beasts. They fought hastily and were able to fight his own beast group in such a 50-50 draw. This was already stronger than the strength of the Eredar Star Sea clans that had been destroyed by it before.

But the Slayer did not have much time to observe the battlefield. The Holy Light's Sun Herald had violently torn open the entire position and came to its sight like a meteor falling from the sky.

Strong enemy!

Even though he knew that the burning, golden guy in front of him had temporarily increased his combat power to the critical level of demigod with the dual blessing of burning holy power and star soul, the cautious and cunning Killer did not underestimate Diakum.

After all, it is a demon wolf, and it is not as thick-skinned and strong as Agamaggan the Destroyer who can confront Mannos the Destroyer head-on. Unless I have the advantage, the Demon Wolf King rarely chooses to fight head-on.

However, since it was the first time to arrive in this world, it was still necessary to fight with the Draenei saint in front of him in order to obtain the necessary tactical information.

This man and this wolf actually had the same idea when they first met. It can only be said that great minds think alike.

"Get out!"

With the kinetic energy accumulated by the rapid charge of the Holy War Horse, Diakum urged the Talbuk to leap up, grabbed the buzzing Grudge of Kazzak with both hands and chopped at the face of the Demon Wolf with hideous claw marks, but the Demon Wolf dodged flexibly and tore it apart with its sharp claws.

Its claws are covered in animated hellfire, and the infusion of primal fel energy has transformed the tips of its claws into dark green crystals, which are very deadly at first glance.

"boom"

The Lightforged Blade and the Fel Claw collided in mid-air, and Diakum's sacred steed was destroyed in the burst of power, causing him to roll over and land on the ground with his heavy hooves. He then used the War Stomp to knock out the ferocious wolf cub that tried to launch a sneak attack, and then finished it off with the slash of Kazzak's Blame.

Never mind why a garrison officer would use War Stomp so skillfully.

First of all, the garrison officer is a composite profession of the paladin and the warrior. Secondly, War Stomp is a universal skill that all large even-toed ungulate creatures can use. Don't really think that the big hooves of the Draenei are just for good looks!
Everything nature gives you has a use, man!
Oh, except the appendix, of course.

Dick, who was getting braver with each battle, kicked away the wolf cub he had killed. He held the legendary weapon in his hand and raised it to block the claws of the Wolf Lord in front of him. The Power Word: Shield had already been cast on himself.

Although it was destroyed immediately after being hit, it at least absorbed some damage, making the attack of the Demon Wolf Demigod ineffective.

The release of the defensive skill activated the legendary weapon's special effects, and a thick rock shield was added to the holy light floating around Diakum. The light of the Sun Herald converged, transforming from the scorching sun to the dusk light focused on single combat, once again wrapping the Sentinel with a layer of murderous power.

The two contacts allowed Dick to quickly obtain the information he wanted. A line of golden runes danced before his eyes, forming an enemy information prompt:

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Name: The Slayer/Father of the Beasts/Shadow of the Black Moon Lycanthos
Rank: Demigod

Force attribute: Life/Fel
Force Status: Polluted (Various Force enhancement effects -30%)

Special Status: Soul Split (This creature does not have a complete soul and is at a disadvantage in will confrontation)
special power:

1. Pack Leader (When this creature leads a pack of fel wolves, the pack's destructive power increases; the pack's morale is locked until the pack leader is defeated.)
2. Nightmare Walker (This creature was born from the nightmare of a powerful demigod, and thus can walk freely in the special plane of dreams of all living things.)
3. Wolf Spirit Blessing (This creature inherits the original body's war power and can apply the "Blessing of Strife" to a single individual or group and select its own "Black Wolf Chosen" to grant them higher-level enhancement effects.)
Biological evaluation:

[A poor imitation, not even as good as a hair of the original 'Moon of Rebellion'. It was a 'practice work' by 'Shaper' Thal'kiel before he personally corrupted Cenarius and Agamaggan. It is covered with flaws. Although the fel energy has given it enough capital to commit atrocities, I am still ashamed to admit that this thing is a real demigod of the Force.

But for mortals, you'd better treat it as a real demigod, otherwise... hehe. 】

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"It's indeed Goldrinn's nightmare beast! Not bad, it can fight!" This was Diakum's first reaction when he saw this line of prompts.

"It's just the power forcibly increased by burning strength and squandering blessings. There's nothing to be afraid of. I can fight!"

This was the conclusion Lecanthos came to after completing his tactical probing of Diakum.

The two guys who met for the first time came to the same conclusion in their own ways. So the next moment, in the murderous punishment attached to the light of dusk, in the ferocious violence summoned by the red blood moon, two demigods with different forces, one big and one small, one black and one white, fought each other again.

Diakum's "transformation" has a time limit, and his holy power pool is not enough for him to keep burning, so he must fight quickly.

The Black Wolf Lord on the opposite side knows his own business. Although he is contaminated by the Force and has the blessings of both life and fel energy, both are weakened by one third. Moreover, this is the holy land of the Draenei and is close to their main city. There is no guarantee that the other side will not attract dangerous people, so he must also fight quickly.

The choices made by both were so similar. Their ruthless attacks caused the demigod-level energy to collide and instantly turned into a chaotic force storm.

The broken feathers of light and the violent bloody wind intertwined together, killing the wolf cubs if they touched them. Since it was a fight to the death, they naturally could not hold back. Therefore, Diakum used the large-scale Holy Light Judgment continuously released by the body of Naaru to dance into a "Holy Light Railgun", hitting a group of wolf cubs close to the battle zone and making them cry for their parents.

The fel claws were not afraid of the attack of light, but it was not so easy to be immune to the Holy Slash that was then charged and detonated. After a few minutes of fighting, the black wolf's mane was ignited by the milky white holy fire that was awakened by the Brilliant Sun. Dick was also crushed several times by the Lord of the Demonic Wolf with his advantage in size and strength.

In jargon, it's called "elevator blood."

Even though he could continue to heal himself, if the Kings Guards had not rescued him in time, he would probably have died suddenly.

Although both of them are demigods, it is obviously not a right choice for you, a half-naaru and half-draenei, to "exchange blood" with the other demigod of life. Fortunately, Dick's "slow warm-up" paid off, and soon, his holy power burning entered the "deep water zone".

When the familiar line of prompts flashed before his eyes, the alerter knew that the opportunity he had been waiting for had come.

[Warning! The burning of holy power is approaching the critical point and is about to enter the sanctification state!]

[Warning! The Holy Power Pool's burning speed will accelerate. After entering sanctification, the estimated Holy Power burning time will be less than three minutes!]

"Well, the Warrior of Light is about to flash!"

Dick dodged the wolf's claw attack with an awkward roll, and then was covered by the milky white flame explosion. The "Sanctified Seraph" that had been in his body until now broke out and started!

The familiar ten-segment beam feather unfolded behind Diakum, his entire body covered in holy armor, his helmet obscured by a white hood, and his face covered in darkness, which only made the holy light around him even more magnificent. The moment his light feathers flashed, a large circle covered the entire battle area, and his zealous dedication exploded into a holy new star, instantly igniting all the wolf cubs whose absolute power was lower than that of the legends.

As the beam of light flashed, Diakum's first piercing cut off a piece of the demon wolf Lecanthos's claws, causing the filthy and smelly blood to splatter everywhere.

The Grudge of Kazzak roared, and the number of kills accumulated in the battle until now was released at once. With the swing of the Sanctified Seraph, more than seven "Light-forged Hellfires" infused with holy light roared and smashed around the huge body of Lecanthos.

It was like seven heavy punches, which stunned the demon wolf in an instant.

The main reason was that one of the Lightforged Hellfires happened to hit its huge forehead and cause death.

Although the dog's head is the toughest, it is inevitable that it will feel dizzy and stunned after being hit so hard. As the saying goes, when masters fight, victory or defeat depends on a hair's breadth. Seeing that the opponent is dizzy, can the sanctified Seraphim who is burning the light and shadow funds every second still joke with you?

In just one second, Dick penetrated back and forth twelve times.

A blazing white blade of light was drawn out from the spine of the Demon Wolf's neck, accompanied by continuous explosions of the Holy Slash. The scene was like the Demon Wolf Lord was hit twelve times by a 155 howitzer in an instant. When it woke up from the dizziness, it was stunned to see that its health bar, which was long enough to circle the equator of Draenor three times, was "evaporated" by one third in an instant.

What the hell!

Is this Draenei saint cheating?

not good!

Misjudged the opponent's strength!
The 'Holy Light Butcher' that countless old demons in the twisted void talk about with relish is indeed ferocious and powerful. I, Old Wolf, am physically exhausted today and will not accompany you for the time being!
Goodbye to you.

"Ow!!!"

The desolate howl of a wolf echoed throughout the battlefield. After the demon wolf took a powerful Holy Slash from the Sanctified Seraphim and lost half of its tail, it successfully transformed into the nightmare entanglement of the dream of all living beings under the wrapping of heavy shadows.

Before leaving, he stared at the Seraph-like Diakum with his bloodshot eyes, grinning, indicating that this matter was not over yet!

Just wait for Laolang!

I’ll kill you next time we meet!
Following the demon wolf's undignified exit, the ghost wolves on the battlefield howled and jumped into the soul walk in an instant, disappearing in the battlefield littered with corpses like a gust of black wind.

Coming and going without a trace, this is one of the most terrifying aspects of the "Withering Wolf Plague". With this characteristic, they can launch a shameless sneak attack on any target without warning at almost any time and any place.

As for Lycanthos's voluntary withdrawal, on the one hand, it was because this guy was a wolf rather than a ferocious bear.

On the other hand, being able to obtain the title of "Slayer" means that this guy has brains compared to other big demons, and he must have more vicious plans.

Black Wolf's departure made Diakum, who seemed to have a great advantage, feel a little uneasy. A few seconds after the latter dissipated in the nightmare, he released the Sanctified Seraph. At the same time, the duration of the Heart of Argus aura was exactly zero.

Those Draenei garrison officers who had been showing their might just now fell down in unison, just like a sickle cutting wheat.

Oh, don't worry, they are not dead, it's just that their energy consumption is so horrible that they need to rest for a while.

The same thing happened during the final battle of Argus, and it was even more tragic. In order to gain the precious victory, many Eredar warriors overused the power of the world and were "burned to death" alive.

If Lecanthos used the "Wolf Spear" at this time, everyone present, including Diakum, would most likely be killed on the spot.

Of course this is impossible.

The violent tremors of the Krokuun hunters, trampling the earth like a swarm of horses, could be heard from the other side of the battlefield. The desolate horn sounds and Jaid's roars and howls signaled the fate of the wolves who hadn't been able to retreat in time, and the warlocks who were left behind.
Tsk, I guess it won’t be very good.

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"Mormur's enslavement is fine, after all, it's just a legendary element that can't be put on the stage. But why would the Burning Legion's invincible demon demigod be repelled by a damned dog saint? Damn it, that's not what the Burning Legion's propaganda says!
Don’t they call themselves the Great Demon who is invincible across the starry sea?

Blanch!
Look at that damn black wolf running away with its tail between its legs. How can it look invincible at all?

This is false advertising! I've really been tricked by the devil!"

As one of the main players in this "Ambush the Dog Saint" operation, the war messenger Rathorn will be completely defeated at this time.

He clearly saw the entire process of the cool and awesome Killer who had appeared on the scene turning away in panic under the attack of the holy light. This was enough to make all the words used by this demon worshipper to comfort himself ineffective at this moment.

He said that the Burning Legion was invincible and that he had only chosen to surrender out of the "wisdom of survival" and that there was nothing shameful about it. But the fact was that he had witnessed with his own eyes how the arrogant demon was defeated by the mysterious dog saint Diakum, whom he looked down upon, and how the so-called wolf pack that roamed the starry sea was stopped by a group of ordinary garrison officers!

Ah, if this is a poker game, it seems like I might be on the wrong side.
What's worse is that Rathorn was blocked at the exit of the Holy Land of Auchindoun, with a huge bag on his shoulder filled with the fragments of Deolinaru that he had stolen from the Holy Land.

It's not his fault that he is so cowardly. The main reason is that he thought that the devil would win. Instead of letting the devil ruin these good things, it would be better for him to "collect" them in advance. However, now, looking at the ferocious hunters who were gathering here not far away, he suddenly found that he seemed to have spent a little more time on "plundering".

But Haveli, the female leader of the Sargerei, whom he regarded as foolish and reckless, had already run away. Damn it! That girl really has a talent for escaping!

"No, I don't believe it! I am destined to be 'Socretha the Eternal', and I will definitely accomplish great things! I will never die here today like a dead dog on the side of the road! I must survive!"

Rathorn gritted his teeth and hypnotized himself with mental suggestion, then crushed a crystal in his hand and cast a concealment spell on himself.

He planned to sneak out. It was a chaotic place right now, and as long as he was careful enough, he would have a great chance of sneaking out!

As a result, he had just walked a few steps along the wall when he heard other words that he could not understand at all.

The tone was elegant and complex, like a lark whispering in his ear.

"Look who this is? A sorcerer who hides his head but shows his tail. Where there are demons, you are indispensable! Don't be afraid, I will make you tell me everything you know. After all, the soul does not lie! (Saras)"

"Ok?"

Rathorne looked back warily.

He saw a pair of demonic bat wings suddenly spread open in front of him and a fel moon blade swung up, like a sudden arc of light.

At the moment when the head and body "acted separately", Rathorn's head, which was flying out and constantly rolling, was still thinking about a problem that concerned him very much.

Who is this guy?
Why does she have devil horns and a weird eye patch?

Is she blind?

etc.
Are there such creatures with slender bodies but donkey ears in the world of Draenor?

What do those fel tattoos on her body mean?
It's pretty cool.

Tsk, what a rare evil little girl. If I weren't dead, I would definitely want to chat with you more. What a pity.

(End of this chapter)