"Can this be saved? Can't you be gentler?"
Garrosh looked at Diakum the Saint who was giving first aid in front of him with a pained face, and complained to Gaiara beside him:
"Look, it's all burnt."
"Who says it isn't?"
Gaiara also looked helpless. She leaned on her tomahawk and looked at the grassland burned by Blinding Light around her. She sighed and said:
"It was clearly agreed that it was just a sparring match, but how could it be that he was really put under pressure even though he was fighting, and Fireblade Blademasters was not good at all! Didn't he boast that no one could stop him if he wanted to leave? How could he be burned like this?
If Jorin hadn't quickly tied a Soul Stone to him just now, Vigilant would have ascended to the sky when Vigilant's mighty Most Holy Slash smashed it down."
"The power is out of control!"
Griselda Blackhand watched the whole process without saying a word. She has been training with her father and brothers since she was a child. Her individual strength is super strong, and she has her own feelings about becoming a legend. She can naturally see problems and details that the two young Warrior cannot.
She endured the pain in her throat, stared at Diakum who was rescuing people with a strange look with a hint of caution and fear, and said hoarsely:
"Vigilant's Holy Light lost control during the last blow. According to his original strength, he would only knock down Fireblade Blademasters at most, but the suddenly out-of-control Blinding Light caused a violent explosion. At that time, Lantresor was already at a disadvantage, but he did not choose to dodge but tried to counterattack to achieve the seventh hit and knock out Diakum the Saint.
He made a brave but wrong tactical choice.
This Orcs chose the latter between defeat and death, and this directly ruined him. The hybrid Sword Saint is only at the threshold of legend, and he has not truly crossed that threshold. But even so, if we were to face this Sword Saint, even if we were together, he would probably divide the battlefield with mirror images and defeat them one by one.
Well, Burning Blade Clan's Sword Saint way is well-deserved!"
"So, did Vigilant pass the first level of Blade Trial?"
Yorin Death-Eye is not a Warrior, and he has no interest in this kind of bloody confrontation. He glanced at the broken Soul Stone in his hand, and then at the mixed-blood Sword Saint who finally recovered under the legendary healing of Holy Word: Life that Diakum the Saint continuously released. He whispered:
"It's said that the sparring lasted for five minutes, but these two guys fought for a full ten minutes, and the examiner was almost beaten to death. I just heard Vigilant kneeling next to him begging him not to die.
So, how can this be considered passed?"
"But Blade Trial has three levels."
Garrosh looked at Fireblade Blademasters who was being helped up. The fierce battle he had just witnessed made his hands feel a little itchy. He kept stroking the tomahawk handle and said:
"In addition to the last level to be completed in Havaro, there is also the second most difficult level. I heard that he has to hunt down dangerous targets alone, but with Vigilant's exaggerated combat power, what else on Nagrand is worthy of his full strength?
You can't even stand up to Ban'thalos, the legendary king of Clefthoof in the prairie, right?"
"Ahem"
Fireblade Blademasters, who had truly "escaped death", coughed weakly. He looked at the apologetic Vigilant with complex eyes, then waved his hands to indicate that this was all a "minor issue during the discussion", and whispered:
"It's a big no-no if you can't control your strength."
"I think I can control it. It was just a special situation and it is difficult to explain it in just a few words. This is also because your powerful skills made me happy, so I used Holy Power Burning, which should never be used in a sparring match, and this almost caused you to return to the spiritual realm.
This time it's mine.
Just pretend that I failed! You are right, Warrior who cannot control his strength is definitely not outstanding, so when you recover later, we will not use strength, but only use skills to determine the outcome."
Dick sighed, and he frankly admitted his mistake.
But it was not that he deliberately struck hard just now, it was just because the recovery speed of his demigod-level holy power was too exaggerated. Even with the help of Guiding Light armor to store energy, it still caused Holy Power Pool's overload and made him return. He is in the "Holy Power Stagnation" state he was in when he just woke up, but the current situation is much better than that. At least Dick will not feel any substantial Holy Power Stagnation.
"No, no need! If you lose, you lose. I can afford to lose."
Lantressor Fireblade shook his head and said:
"The fact that you can survive my all-out attack for ten minutes and still be able to counterattack is enough to show that your combat skills are outstanding and you even surpass me in understanding of combat techniques. In fact, even without the last burst of holy power, I would have been knocked off my weapon by you.
So, you passed the "Technique" level.
But then it's not that simple. You have to complete the "Hunting Trial" to show your strength in a true life-and-death battle.
I've already chosen a goal for you!
The Gronn giant beast "The Hungry" Duen wandering in the border area of Nagrand is the best test object. It is the descendant of Gorgrond's Gronn Lord Gruul. It is a born legendary life. It is said that as long as it stands on the earth, it will be blessed with a steady stream of power.
Warsong Clan and Burning Blade Clan planned several hunts to get rid of this evil beast but failed.
It is not a stupid beast, it also has its own thinking. The love of the power of the earth makes it difficult for Shaman to find its whereabouts. Generally speaking, we will not let trialists challenge such an exaggerated monster, but you already have enough skills and strength to complete this hunt and contribute to the people and peace of Nagrand.
This is also one of the traditions of the Burning Blade Clan.
I have locked the monster's whereabouts in the past few days. It seems to be attracted by the war at Highmaul and is moving along the southwest ridge."
"Duun the Hungry? Very good. When I stayed in Shattrath, I also heard my brother complain about the elusive giant beast. It is said that it attacked Telmor decades ago and caused casualties."
Diakum nodded and said:
"I also want to see the legendary creatures originating from the Draenor world. Let's go, let's set off now, the time is up."
"Wait, Vigilant! Your daughter and apprentices have sent news."
Yorin Death-Eye suddenly interrupted Diakum. He held up a Warlock charm and said to Dick:
"The tracking charm I gave them has just been used. I can sense that their location is near us, in the southwest! They must have found the trace of Domination Eye. That direction is exactly the same as the direction of your hunting target. Do you want to stop by and take a look?"
"Then go over there, my examiner needs to rest."
Dick glanced at Lantresor and said:
"Just in time, let me introduce my granddaughter to you. She has the same background as you. You two are born to help each other."
"Huh?"
Fireblade Blademasters's eyes widened and he said in surprise:
"You really have a half-Orcs granddaughter? I thought"
"Thought I was deliberately provoking you just now?"
Dick smiled and applied a Holy Word: Fortitude to Lantresor to restore some endurance and energy to him. He said:
"I know that few people believe it, but I do care about that child. Although she and I have just met, I am already certain that my "granddaughter" will achieve great things in the future. The premise is that she must first rely on herself to get out of the darkness that shrouds her soul.
Garrosh, come take care of Master Burning Blade Clan and ask for some tips. I heard that your father has become Sword Saint at your age, so you can't fall behind too much."
Garrosh was embarrassed.
He didn't know why this damn Blue Skins Saint could always guess what he was thinking, but to be honest, Garrosh was really eager to take this opportunity to challenge himself.
He knew that his talent was far inferior to that of his father, but he could not embarrass Warsong Clan in any way.
"So, do you still have any extra Blade Trial pledges in your hand?"
When Lantresor boarded Two-Headed Wyvern, Garrosh asked. Fireblade Blademasters, who was still recovering from his injuries, glanced at him, shook his head and said:
"Yes! But I won't give it to you, you're not good enough yet."
"What about me?"
Gaiara, who was flying next to her, asked enthusiastically. Master Burning Blade Clan didn't even look at her and said:
"You are even worse!
Among the three of you, only Blackhand's Daughter is qualified to open Blade Trial. This is not a matter of strength. Young people, your skills are still very rough. Your anger has not even been used well. You have not yet been able to control your mind and learn to keep calm in your anger.
However, your parents are all outstanding, and perhaps you have inherited their outstanding talents. What you lack is just the training in actual combat."
"Then give me a copy of the oath."
Griselda Blackhand sneered. She sat behind Gaiara and stretched out her hand to Lantresor and said:
"When you recover a little, I will also start my Blade Trial. Just like Diakum the Saint defeated you, I will also defeat you with my own hands!"
A rolled up animal skin roll was thrown to Griselda Blackhand.
But generally speaking, Fireblade Blademasters will not carry this kind of thing with him when he goes out. After all, not every Sword Saint has the leisure and leisure to come to be an assessor. Maybe When Ner'zhul that shrewd old man arranged all this, he had already calculated that these Orcs "young talents" would not be left alone, so he asked Lantresor to "blend" them in advance.
As for why this mixed-race Sword Saint is so willing to help, I'm afraid there are some more complicated personal reasons besides maintaining tradition.
Considering his origin, a mixed race of Draenei and Orcs is not accepted by the two races. This is destined to make his road to become Sword Saint more difficult and bumpy than that of an ordinary Orcs warrior.
It is understandable that such people have more complex thoughts and loftier pursuits than ordinary people, and being able to privately cooperate with Ner'zhul to fight against the fallen clan Chieftain is not something that orthodox Sword Saint can do.
But no matter what, since Lantressor Fireblade appears here, it means that he has indeed chosen his own camp in the upcoming population split of Orcs.
The reason why Diakum regards this mixed-race Sword Saint, whom he met for the first time, as an "old acquaintance" is not only that he does have a series of pretty good exclusive plots in the official history, but also because this mixed-race Sword Saint is not as cold on the inside as he looks on the outside.
He has a heart that pursues "self-justice" and is willing to take action.
Although in a certain version, Dick arranged for the "talented" Lantressor Fireblade to be the "Mining Saint" for several years like other Grand Lord, but this did not hinder his own respect and love for the mixed-race Sword Saint.
To be honest, compared to the Horde hero and the "wanderer" Samuro who are the orthodox successors of the Burning Blade Clan in the official history, but are always elusive, Lantressor Fireblade's two completely different lives in two timelines can better represent the strong style of the Burning Blade Clan, which has been completely destroyed in the official history. (Ps1)
Following the guidance of the talisman in Jorin's hand, the group quickly arrived at the location of the three recruits.
In order to train them, Dick specially gave the task of tracking "Overmind Orb" to three people. It seems that the three people have done a good job so far. In just a day and a half, they took the weak Garona to track down the location where Overmind Orb had hidden.
But unfortunately, the orb has been moved.
When Two-Headed Wyvern flapped its giant wings and fell down, what everyone saw was an underground lair that had been burned by the holy fire. From the burned corpses of White Ghost Orcs, it can be seen that this cave under the Nagrand mountains was once one of the disgusting White Ghost Orcs's tunnels.
"Diakum Uncle, why are you here?"
Lelan, who was feeding Garona, was overjoyed when she saw Dick appear, and hurriedly ran over to say hello with a few flashes, but then she noticed Lantresor being supported by Garrosh, and she exclaimed:
"Another half-blood Orcs! Or Burning Blade Clan. Wait! I know you! Lantressor Fireblade, your story is widely spread in the Orcs clan. It is said that you single-handedly entered Ogres's lair and rescued the stolen goods and children."
""Traveler"Lelan! I've heard of you too."
Lantressor Fireblade stared at Arcane Mage with evil eyes and said:
"Your bold behavior has spread to many clans. They are all saying that there is a crazy female Draenei who will often visit them. Many Shamans think that you are a sinister spy trying to dig up the traditions and secrets of the Orcs clan. You have spent decades traveling around Draenor. You have many Orcs friends.
I heard that you also tried to visit Blackrock Clan's forging yard?
I'm very curious, how did you escape from Great Chieftain Blackhand's group of brutal Warrior?"
"That was an accident."
Lelan waved his hand awkwardly and said:
"I can only say that fortunately the person on duty that day was Eitrigg Warlord. He was High Overseer with the best temper among the Blackrock Clan, and I really didn't mean any harm.
However, I was not "trying" to enter someone else's forging ground. Under the guidance of the generous and friendly Eitrigg Warlord, I was allowed to look around the outside of the forging ground and received an elemental orb as a gift. Unfortunately, within a few days, I was robbed by the rude Spriggans in the Gorgrond wilderness, and all the collections were taken away.
Fortunately, I still had a Teleportation Scroll in my hand at that time.
By the way, I have also been to Havaro Holy Land, but I have never seen you there."
Lantresor shook his head and had no intention of saying anything more to this familiar Draenei Arcane Mage. He walked to the prison car and looked at Garona who was huddled weakly inside with a complicated look.
As Dick said, this kid has had a rough life just like him.
As a well-informed Sword Saint, Lantresor could tell at a glance that Garona's body shape and spirit were abnormal, and a dark force that disgusted him enveloped the poor child.
He took one from Elemental Battle Beads around his neck and put it into Garona's hand. He said:
"Hold it! It will make you feel better when the darkness eats away at your spirit."
"Thank you."
Garona looked at her "compatriots" and whispered:
"I have also heard your story. When I was a child, I regarded you as my idol. I think if you can become Sword Saint, then I can also realize my ideal."
"That's difficult."
Lantresor, who was always cold in front of outsiders, seemed a little gentler in front of Garona. He said softly:
"This world has never been gentle to us, so you have to be strong. Did Gul'dan hurt you like this?
His Shadow Council also recruited me, but I refused. I chopped the messenger to death and threw his head to the frightened Warlock apprentice. I knew this would make me hated by Gul'dan, but I never regretted doing it."
"I don't need your help in revenge, Sword Saint."
Garona coughed weakly, hugged Elemental Beads in her hands tightly, and said hoarsely:
"Gul'dan will take back what he owes me with my own hands, using the dagger he gave me."
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The conversation between the two was not heard by others. Dick was listening to Nubodon's report. The latter explained with a hint of regret:
"Jorin's spell indeed led us to trace the traces of Overmind Orb, but we interrogated the white ghosts here who spoke erratically, and they said that the orb was taken away by Master Warlock of Shadow Council a few days ago.
It is said that they were taken to the vicinity of Highmaul, and many White Ghost Orcs were also taken away.
They also said that it was the "Twilight Prophet" who summoned them to participate in the destruction of Highmaul. After leading the extremely powerful Twilight's Hammer Clan to destroy Ogres's capital, that "Prophet" would generously hand over the ruins to the white ghosts to breed Holy Land of Void Power."
"I can also make a charm and leave it to you to continue tracking Overmind Orb."
Yorin Death-Eye checked the atmosphere inside the crypt and said:
"Overmind Orb stayed here a lot, and the aura here is enough to be used for more detailed tracking."
"Then I'm sorry to trouble you, Warlock."
Nubodon glanced at him and said:
"As soon as possible please!"
"After I receive the reward, I will naturally do my best. This is our Bleeding Hollow Clan tradition."
Jorin patted the Skull of Gul'dan: Youth Edition hanging on his waist and said:
"I'll start making it now, two hours is enough."
"Saint! Come on, I caught a Shadow Council bastard!"
Just when Jorin was about to start making spells, Yrel's shouts rang out from inside the crypt. Diakum raised his eyebrows and strode into the dark crypt that was burned by flames on one side. Soon he saw the brave Yrel dragging a Orc Warlock with his arm cut off from the depths.
She threw the miserable Warlock in front of Diakum the Saint. The guy still wanted to run away, but as soon as he got up, he was kicked in the stomach by Gaiara, and he knelt down in agony.
Because of what happened to Oshu'gun Holy Mountain, Gaiara really doesn't have a good impression of these bastards like Shadow Council.
"Say your name, Warlock!"
Diakum stared at him and said sharply:
"I don't have time to Judgment you now. If you are willing to cooperate, I will hand you over to Matron Geyah of Garadar. Although you will inevitably be imprisoned, you can at least save one life."
"Daga! My name is Daga Burnshadow, and I am the apprentice of Warlock and Cho'gall of the Twilight's Hammer Clan."
The broken-arm Orcs screamed:
"I am willing to cooperate, I don't want to die! I will tell you whatever you want to know, ask, ask! Keep this crazy woman away from me. I wanted to surrender just now, but she cut off my arm.
Is this how you Draenei were surrendered? Are you a bunch of barbarians?
Not even Orcs of the Blackrock Clan would treat prisoners like this!"
"When you meet a Shadow Council Warlock in a filthy cave filled with white ghosts, my disciple just cutting off your hand is enough to prove that she is a kind Holy Light Walker."
Dick scolded and asked:
"Where is the Overmind Orb that controls Garona? Who is looking after it? And, what is your Twilight's Hammer Clan trying to do by recruiting white ghosts on a large scale?"
"Master Vopil! Overmind Orb is in the hands of that guy. He has won the trust of Gul'dan and was specially appointed to supervise and command Garona. There is also a cruel and powerful Ogres Warlord "instigator" Blikart who is specially protecting him.
After realizing that Garona was captured, the two guys ran away with Overmind Orb.
They went to Mok'gol!
That place was originally Highmaul's outpost town, but Warsong Clan slaughtered the Ogres guards there. Now it is the rear of the battlefield, and Shadow Council's people are there preparing to summon demons to support Twilight's Hammer Clan."
This weakling Warlock poured out everything he knew like a bamboo tube pouring beans.
He screamed with a horrified look on his face:
"Gul'dan has issued an order to be fully armed, and batches of Bloodrage Potion are being produced. Not only the Ogres and Orcs of Twilight's Hammer, but also the Warrior of the Warsong Clan must drink the blood of power.
Master Vopil is specifically responsible for this matter.
But I was left behind by them!
I was asked by them to stay here and recruit white ghosts to go to the front line. As for what to do?
Don't you understand yet?
Highmaul's Ogre Shaman leader Mar'gok was frightened. He took his last elite and huddled in Gorgrond Temple. The magic barrier of ancient rune stones there was too strong. That's right, after Grom Hellscream was summoned to Tanaan Jungle, Cho'gall couldn't break through the barrier in a short time, and Warsong Clan's proud soldiers wouldn't listen to his command.
But White Ghost Orcs can control the void! They got Void Blessing which can corrupt everything!
As long as there are enough of them, the magic of that temple will be twisted and penetrated. The relationship between Cho'gall and White Ghost Orcs is very subtle. Those madmen who cannot communicate at all call it "Twilight Prophet".
They are willing to serve it wholeheartedly.
I only know so much, I only know so much, you see! My skin is still brown, Draenei, I did not drink the magic blood! I have been following Cho'gall to learn the mysteries of void and shadow, I am not your enemy!"
Daga Burnshadow gave a flattering smile and said:
"I recognize you. You are Vigilant, who has become famous recently! I know you are Saint. How can a great man like you know the same thing as a little person like me? Why don't you treat me like a fart.
I will stay obediently in the cage of Garadar and wait for my Judgment."
"But the owner of Shadow Council is a demon."
Dick looked at him and said:
"Even if we let you go, do you think the devil will let you go?"
"But I don't obey Fel!"
Daga Burnshadow snorted and said:
"What I worship is the boundless void. What kind of bullshit is Fel?
I don't want to become cruel and crazy after being infused. Only the quiet beauty of the void is the destination of our souls. For me, demons are as disgusting as Holy Light. Well, of course, demons are obviously more dangerous in Material World.
You see, I am a member of Shadow Council, and I know a lot about the internal affairs of Shadow Council.
I'm still useful!
Let me go.
After the two Void Entropy Demons in the Draenor world were purified by you personally, the void can no longer enter this world, and I naturally become harmless."
"Really?"
Diakum stares at this flattering Warlock.
He took a step back and gestured to Gaiara beside him. The female Orcs swung her battle ax and chopped it down with Warlock's horrified gaze.
The moment the sharp blade cut into his neck, all the fear on Daga Burnshadow's face turned into a weird smile, as if his death was painless, as if his mission was finally completed.
Seeing this scene, Gaiara felt hairy all over his body, and he flew up and kicked the weirdly smiling head away.
"But you promised him you would spare him."
Yrel looked at Dick in surprise, Vigilant shook his head and said:
"Haven't you noticed yet? My child, this guy's soul has returned to the void, and his fear and flattery are all fake. If I send him back to Garadar, then he will definitely cause some things there that no one wants to see.
He was caught by you on purpose, trying to use this information to lead us into Mok'gol Town.
This may also be part of the "Twilight Prophet" Cho'gall plan.
If my guess is correct, the Overmind Orb belonging to Garona has most likely been manipulated. Gul'dan knows that we will not give up rescuing Garona, so he plans to use that orb to make a trap and put us all in it!"
"In that case, maybe we should take a long-term approach?"
Nubodon beside him suggested:
"Go and solve the crisis of Highmaul first?"
"No, there's not enough time, so both must be done together!"
Dick shook his head and said:
"What's more, if this trap was left for me, then it would be rude if I didn't go. It's just a shadow orb. It can't kill me. It can only interfere with my spirit. However, Gul'dan underestimated the will that will burst out when I protect the people. I also want to see what tricks he can do."
Vigilant said this, but then looked at his hand wrapped around Holy Light. He had been planning to find a suitable opportunity to start his own "Shadow Priest" path, but it did not happen overnight and required the help of some external conditions.
Now may be a good opportunity.
As far as I am concerned, walking into the darkness in the name of "rescue" will undoubtedly help me strengthen my mind.
When they left the cave, Lantresor came forward to tell them bad news.
He said:
"I just checked around. Son of Gronn and Duun the Hungry were led away by Warlock's souls to Mok'gol. If we chase them now, we might be able to catch up."
"No need! Just let it stay at Mok'gol."
Dick waved his hand and said:
"I want to change the trial target, is that okay?"
"Yes, yes."
Fireblade Blademasters hesitated a little and said:
"But it can only be stronger, not weaker!"
"No problem, I will use the head of "Twilight Prophet" Cho'gall to complete my trial! Is this enough?"
"Of course, the Two-headed Ogre who followed Gul'dan to learn Fel and controlled the Shadow of the Void is much more dangerous than Gronn. Well, leave Duen to me to solve it, just to complete my Sword Saint Master trial."
"No, don't compete with the children, Lantresor."
Vigilant smiled, turned around and said to the numb recruits:
"While I smash the Overmind Orb that is bothering my granddaughter, I leave the Shadow Council Warlock of Duun the Hungry and Mok'gol to you to deal with! I promised Ms. Draka that I will not become a mentor who dotes on my apprentices. It is time to give you some strength.
So, is this combat trial no problem?"
Ps1:
The last Fireblade Blademasters Samuro and the Tauren Chieftains's lead singer Samuro just have the same name. Samuro from a certain game that was always going to be popular but never became popular personally clarified this rumor.
Of course, it cannot be ruled out that old Sword Saint has been fighting for his whole life. He wants to enjoy it anonymously but does not want everyone to expose it, so he is talking harshly.