Diakum comes with the killing intention of punishment.
But in fact, he did not pull out his weapon until he entered the deepest part of the Burning Blade Clan Holy Land cave.
Kazzak's Grudge and the unquenched Ashbringer are both staying quietly in the weapon slot of Augure's Chest.
The reason is simple.
Weapons are used to challenge the strong
Those Fireblade Warrior who just drank Demon Blood are really not strong in the eyes of Vigilant.
What's more, he didn't come alone.
Since we are training recruits with excellent talents, they should be allowed to take on more combat tasks. Yrel and Garona serve as Diakum in this battle. Combat Adjutant and Temporary Judge who are destined to die, they hold legendary weapons or even artifacts, and they have enough ability to deal with these Fallen Orcs who are violently driven by demon blood.
There are even legendary Shaman like Ner'zhul and Garadar's elite Warrior escorting them, so Dick doesn't have to worry about whether his children will bear the shame of defeat.
The anger and "awakening" of Lantressor Fireblade blocked "Elite Monster" like Gorn Blade Fury for Diakum.
But to be honest, Gao En, who relied on Demon Blood to break through to the legendary level, will most likely not be able to get anything good from Vigilant. As Lantresor commented, the demon blood will It strengthens the combat effectiveness of other Orcss, but for Sword Saints who need to remain calm at all times to exert their strongest combat effectiveness, this excessively violent force actually weakens their destructive power.
At least until they master the wrath of magic through long-term meditation, Sword Saint's combat effectiveness will actually be weakened.
They are combat masters who have reached the pinnacle of combat skills in the Draenor world. They should stick to their own path rather than blindly pursue the improvement of absolute power.
The violent energy may even cause their sharp blades to deflect and their arms to tremble.
It's almost like a surgeon has stooped to the level of the Butcher.
Vigilant just opened the hot Burning Light of Harbinger of the Sun and strode towards the depths of Holy Land where magma was spread. He could sense that there was a powerful force there. He didn't need to think too much to know that he must have drank Demon Blood's Fireblade Chieftain Old Da'ar Threefold-Bloodletter.
That was also the perfect trial officer he chose for his "Blade Trial".
When Secret Land stepped into the extremely hot Secret Land surrounded by magma, Diakum finally took out his weapon.
The unquenched Ashbringer jumped into the palm of his hand. This heavy blade made of the sacred fragments of Celestial Gold and Kara experienced the chaos of Highmaul and the Execute that faced the corrosion of the void. Its originally smooth sword body has become "numb".
It was as if the metal of the sword body had been subjected to rough high-temperature calcination and even had weird cracks after it had been melted and cooled for a second time. The high-temperature casting on the blade had also destroyed the smoothness of the blade. From the appearance alone, it had slipped from a priceless holy object to a "broken weapon" that needed to be overhauled.
However, Diakum is very satisfied with the progress of "quenching".
This sword forged by Holy Light is gradually adapting to his White Holy Flame, and his "synchronization rate" with this weapon is improving. Those cracks and uneven sword blades are the process of removing impurities during the forging of the holy flame. He only needs one more "high-power" Holy Power Burning, and his weapon can complete the final forging of breaking out of its cocoon and becoming a butterfly.
Although Ner'zhul suggested that Diakum complete Elemental Quenching on Burning Blade Holy Land for this weapon destined to go down in history, Vigilant had his own ideas about it from the beginning.
He wants to use Holy Light to "sharpen" his weapon, and he also wants it to withstand the test of morality and oath, until the weapon and the person finally become one. Only in this way can this Ashbringer become an extension of his Lightsworn Hand, and only in this way can this weapon accompany him to the end in the long battle that follows.
This is obviously an idea that only Warrior people have.
But considering that Diakum's Brigadier Defender is a mixed profession, even if there is no "Warrior" label, Diakum has been walking an impeccable Warrior path since his awakening until now.
However, when Diakum decided to complete the last step of "Blade Trial" with Ashbringer, he could clearly feel the Kazzak's Grudge placed in the weapon slot erupting with a hum of dissatisfaction.
That is not the desire of the weapon to fight, but the passion of the demon soul residing in Battle Staff for destruction.
It desperately hopes that "Light Butcher" can activate itself to complete exquisite and merciless destruction again and again, allowing it to feast on the despair of life to please its miserable current situation.
Unfortunately, at least in today's Burning Blade Holy Land Havaro, a complete extermination will not be carried out.
Because of the timely intervention of Matron Geyah and Ner'zhul, and because of the secret insistence of Lantressor Fireblade's "friend", it is clear that Burning Blade Clan has not yet fallen to the point of needing to be cleaned up by the group.
It will be severely weakened by today's civil strife, and may even be divided due to the spread of extreme ideas, but this clan will continue to exist.
For the Orcs tradition, the roles of Defender, mediators and roving warriors like Burning Blade Clan must exist.
"He is your tribe, your Warrior, your student, and your child. Even if it is a dispute over ideas, does it need to go to this level?"
When Dick walked into the dead silence Holy Land, he saw the brown-skinned Sword Saint Samuro who had fallen to the ground.
He raised his head and looked at Old Da'ar Threefold-Bloodletter, who was laying the burning blade flat on his knees, sitting cross-legged by the magma and calmly preparing for the battle. Vigilant squatted down and placed his gauntlet close to the forehead of Samuro, who was only breathing his last breath.
The healing Holy Light turned into Holy Word: Life's powerful treatment and poured into the body of the dying Sword Saint who was fighting for the honor of the clan. Gleam's The streaming disc player dispersed the pull of death, and under the double release of Pain Suppression and Lay on Hands, the unconscious Samuro opened his bloodshot eyes in the next moment.
He was panting heavily, as if he was traumatized by facing the illusion of death.
There was a trace of confusion in his eyes, but even in the most desperate moment, the young but extremely honorable brown-skinned Sword Saint did not let go of his broken Blademaster's Blade.
He really fought for his own morality to the last moment.
"You are Lantresor's "internal agent" in Havaro, right? Young but brave Warrior."
Diakum asked Orcish.
The rescued Samuro had never seen Saint, but he could confirm the identity of the Draenei "giant" just from the aura in front of him. Facing Vigilant's inquiry, the first reaction of young Orcs, who had just experienced a near-death experience, was to pray in a mute voice:
"Burning Blade Clan can still be saved! Not all Sword Saint are dedicated to shameless destruction"
"Matron Geyah is rescuing those who are being held hostage. I assure you, the respectable Warrior! Today, except for those the Fallen who are full of demonic blood, Havaro will not have any more drops of noble blood."
Diakum helped him up and let him lean against the stone wall covered with knife marks.
Saint said to him in a respectful tone:
"The future direction of your clan is in your own hands. I am just here to complete my trial. Draenei has no interest in destroying Havaro.
This is your home!
Eredar has lost his hometown, so he must do his best to protect the hometowns of others."
"Haha, that's nice to say!"
When Diakum stood up, Old Dal, who was meditating with a blade next to the lava, finally opened his blood-red eyes. He stared at Diakum and the heavy blade in his hand that had no artifact-like appearance at all. He said:
"Because of you, Burning Legion's eyes have fallen on Draenor. Because of your concealment, my tribe has become the claws of the devil. Because of your expansion, the Orcs clan has been in panic. Because of your monsters, our Ancestral Spirit has no peace.
Is this what you call "protection"?
Hypocrisy!"
Old Sword Saint stood up with a blade in his hand, and with the battle-scarred Burning Blade Clan Battle Standard swaying behind him, he said loudly:
"Gul'dan I don't believe a word of what that bastard said! The declaration of war issued by Great Chieftain Blackhand is not enough to seduce me!
The reason why I drank that demonic blood is because I saw the future, and it is precisely because your existence will make this world turbulent. The peaceful era ended the moment your sky ship crashed here.
If Orcs cannot exterminate you before the devil arrives, then what awaits this world will be an abyss of eternal destruction!
Chieftain The have seen that disputes will inevitably break out in the future, and they must fight this battle in this era for the longevity of the clan and the peace of their descendants.
I'm old.
But I also have the consciousness of doing everything for my people Consecration!
The demonic blood has brought back to me the strength of my youth, which is enough for me to complete the reckoning with the culprits with my own hands! You, Draenei! You are the bringers of misfortune to this sea of stars! The tragedy that is happening in this world now and the despair that I will bear in the future are all caused by you."
"So, do you think that after you hold Flame Blade Execute and the last Draenei, Burning Legion and Polluter will let the world go?
You think that by piling up Draenei's heads and sacrificing the treasures in our souls to Greater Demon with your blood-stained hands, you can get its mercy.
Do you think that by relying on Orcs to complete the "killing targets" assigned to you by the Burning Legion, you and the world can get the "pardon" that you and the world deserve after your hard work?
You think the bloodbath of Draenor is an oath of irreconcilability with us, and you are eager to please your new master through this statement."
Diakum shook his head.
He held the hilt of Crystalcasting's Ashbringer sword with both hands. In the infusion of light brought by the ignition of Holy Light, every crack on the sword's blade seemed to be filled with light-sculpted energy surging and shining.
He looked at Orcs Chieftain who was also showing the Sword Saint combat skill, and said:
"Dal, I have heard of your stories. In those stories that are spread word of mouth by Orcss, you always appear as the fearless Warrior and the noble image of Defender. In the eyes of countless young Orcss, you are the embodiment of martial arts and strength, and the strong backbone of Orcs civilization.
You must be so desperate now that you believe the devil's whispers and promises to you.
But even if you would rather drink the demon blood and turn yourself into a demon monster, you are not willing to believe that we Blue Skins aliens have even the slightest possibility of goodwill, reconciliation or cooperation.
You let a semi-Orcs like Lantresor join Burning Blade Clan and even broke tradition and gave him the title of "Sword Saint". This proves that you were not a closed-minded Orcs Chieftain when you were young, but why did you embark on this extreme path decades later?"
"It's complicated."
Burning Blade Chieftain shook his head.
His fingers grazed the blade of Blackrock Blade, causing the burning runes to light up and fill the blade with fire. He said:
"Let me answer with weapons, if you understand."
"Of course."
Diakum shook Black Wolf's mane-embellished combat cloak and said loudly during the active attack of Charge:
"I'm all ears."
"Bang"
The two sharp blades collided together in the next moment. The flames of Sang'thraze boiled like a war cry of rebuke, while Ashbringer remained silent in response. The intersection of the flames and the holy flame in the first confrontation caused the weapon to fly into fragments, causing the Celestial Gold fragments that were half-melted in the high temperature to fly out and smash into the rock wall.
Good guy!
Is this "explosive equipment"?
Samuro, who was leaning against the stone wall and watching this Blade Trial as a "witness", widened his eyes.
He couldn't understand why Saint of Draenei would use such a weapon that seemed to break at any time to participate in such a duel. However, as the fierce sword fight between Dal and Diakum became intense, Samuro also gradually discovered the peculiarity of that sword.
Is it changing?
No!
It's not accurate to say that, it is "molting its shell and being reborn"!
Under those molten plastic Celestial Gold shells that have been peeled off due to the collision of martial arts and strength, sharper, stronger and hotter metal is shining brightly.
Just like the best blacksmith puts the original embryo of a weapon on the forging table and continuously hammers it with a hammer to reshape it again.
Old Dal is the forging platform, and the Orcs legendary weapon Flame Blade Zun'xuu in his hand is the hammer that keeps hitting!
In the letter sent by his friend Lantresor, Samuro knew that Draenei Saint wanted to use Burning Blade Holy Land's elemental magma to temper a weapon. This was one of the purposes of his participation in Blade Trial.
But now it seems that Lantresor misread the meaning of Diakum.
It is true that he joined Blade Trial to temper his magic weapon, but the material used was not the elemental magma of Havaro, but his own White Holy Flame
No!
He is tempering this magic weapon with his own beliefs, moral principles and actions. This tempering has already started when he participated in the battle of Highmaul. Now the sword duel with Old Dal is not the beginning, but the end.
Samuro felt his weak body trembling.
He had a premonition that he would witness the birth of a "legendary weapon" today, which was a supreme honor for the Fireblade Blademasterss who regard weapons as their second life.
What Samuro can feel, Dal·Triple Bloodblade, who is suffering "Wrath of the Holy Light", can certainly also feel it, and as the opponent of Diakum, what he feels is obviously more clear and straightforward.
Not just a powerful collision of weapons!
As he said, he wanted to use weapons to talk, so Vigilant fulfilled his request.
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In the constant collision of two weapons with different powers, different morals, different holders, and even different oaths, he saw more truth behind the appearance of this glorious giant.
That was a conversation between warriors.
It is true morality that must not be covered up with exaggerated or deceptive language!
This kind of statement cannot be faked.
Old Dal became more frightened the more he fought, even if Diakum suppressed the explosion of excess holy power as much as possible to make this Blade Trial fight with the pure martial arts of both sides, but in the Burning Blade Clan In the eyes of old Sword Saint, what he was facing was not just a simple Draenei warrior. The heavy thing this man was carrying made him feel afraid?
It is not the fear of being under the weight of strength, nor is it the fear of being invincible, nor is it the fear of the weak towards the strong.
He felt the weight of the Diakum weapon. Just as he taught Lantresor, the sword wielded by a samurai was by no means a weapon that could kill people. Every blow in the battle was a wave of one's own beliefs and morality.
Strength can always only determine the lower limit of destructive power, and what constantly raises the upper limit of individual combat power is not talent, but faith and will!
This is Diakum's understanding of Holy Light Doctrine, and it is also the root push that supports him to get this power to this point.
Can't win!
Only one minute after the battle between the two started, Old Dal, who used Windwalk to avoid Ashen Judgment and Divine Storm, already had this realization in his heart.
This is no longer a duel of martial arts, it is a confrontation of two people's beliefs.
He even felt a sense of absurdity!
Old Dal, who had already drank the demon blood, confirmed that Diakum, who was silently wielding his sword in front of him, could "understand" him.
Draenei Saint can fully understand the choices Dal·Triple Bloodblade made on the personal and racial moral levels, just like the choice he made when he faced the fate of Eredar more than 20,000 years ago.
The two have experienced the same pressure and faced the same enemies.
Vigilant's anger towards Old Dal was not due to his personal decision to drink the demon blood, but simply because Old Dal's choice brought the Burning Blade Clan people he must protect into an almost irredeemable desperate situation.
This is not a personal grudge.
That is the Defender obligation that the two of them must bear on the level of their respective races, forcing them to make a choice in such a situation.
Obviously, the two people at war made different decisions when facing the same problem.
This is the source of the disagreement.
"Bang"
Flame Blade carried the fury of Execute and slashed at Vigilant's neck with a single blow. When he was not wearing a battle helmet, it was almost a flaw in the One's body when he was wearing heavy armor. However, like a god of help, Vigilant raised the heavy blade, supported the back of the blade with his left hand, and blocked the decapitation blow before the sharp blade cut his neck.
Another hot Celestial Gold fragment flew out.
The quenching of this Ashbringer has reached the final stage, like a shining silver sword, it finally bursts out with its own supreme brilliance after getting rid of its ordinary appearance.
"Boom"
Light Archon's talent was triggered by this blow, and the hot halo spread like Holy Light's fist bombarding Old Dal's body, causing him to roll lightly and land in front of Diakum through the vibration of the weapon.
The power given by the demon blood defeated the traces of time on him. Even in the face of White Holy Flame's burning, Dal·Triple Bloodblade could continue to persevere.
He is not Sword Saint who will be defeated so easily. After all, in his heart, the belief in protecting the future of his people is still burning.
As he said, he did not drink Demon Blood because of Gul'dan's bewitchment or Great Chieftain Blackhand's war order. He needed power, but gaining power was not the purpose of this old Orcs, it was just a means to achieve his goal.
But I can't win.
The Diakum in front of me is already impeccable in terms of combat skills.
Even though Draenei is good at using powerful force and sinking and Orc Blademaster is elegant and deadly, they are two different fighting styles, but Vigilant has indeed polished his Garrison Commander combat skills and the skills given by Holy Light to the ultimate limit.
He must have experienced many brutal battles that made Old Dal feel trembling in his heart.
However, this is not the reason for Burning Blade Chieftain's judgment. His will is burning, but in front of him, Diakum has used his will to build a "defense barrier" to protect the people and practice justice. Old Dal's burning will and firm morality cannot be shaken.
He could feel his fighting spirit fading
This was a fatal situation for the samurai who was engaged in a decisive battle.
"I bear the will of Argus, and I shoulder the contract of the world. It is precisely because my hometown and my people still need me, so I will not fail in such a battle!"
Diakum's fingers brushed against the hot and "boiling" sword body of Ashbringer, which was about to be quenched, and he whispered:
"You can't defeat the will of a world that has persisted in suffering for twenty-five thousand years, so you can't defeat me! What the world named "Draenor" beneath you and me desires has never been a bloodbath sacrifice in the name of "salvation."
It longs to see its children strong enough to face the disasters and blows of the stars.
You have misunderstood your world!
Your hometown is not as fragile as you think!
Abandon your obsession with winning or losing, the Fallen Dal·Triple Bloodblade, let us complete this sword duel with the purest warrior heart. As for who will inherit your Defender determination after you and your followers die.
I think the answer is self-evident."
Old Chieftain was startled when he heard this.
He glanced past Diakum and saw Samuro standing up with difficulty holding on to the wall, and Lantressor Fireblade who was hobbling into the cave holding his son's head.
Gorn Blade Fury lost.
Infatuated with the concept of war preached by Great Chieftain Blackhand, and eager to gain glory for the Orcs civilization, he drank the demon blood, but lost to his tribesmen who were weaker than him.
That was the chosen successor of Old Dal.
He believed that the talents of Gao En and Sesk were enough for him to lead Burning Blade Clan, but now it seems that he may have become dim before drinking the demon blood.
But isn't this the tradition of the Burning Blade Clan?
Only warriors who are firm in their own morality and believe in defending the orc tradition are worthy of the name "Sword Master", and only warriors who are willing to dedicate everything to their clansmen are worthy of the respect of all clans.
It was myself who had shamed the Battle Standard that she had carried with her all her life. Fortunately, there were still young people who had not taken the wrong path.
"Hehe, hehe."
Old Dal laughed happily.
He stretched out his hand and pulled down the clan flag that had been covered with battle scars from countless battles, and placed it properly beside him. Then he untied the ancient rosary around his neck, loosened his tied white hair, and moved his shoulders to let the power brought by the demonic blood be continuously released in his regained youthful body.
He looked at his strong and strong fingers.
That touch of green is so dazzling!
"Tell my story to every Orcs who desires to embark on the Sword Saint path."
He said:
"Let them remember this mistake, let them learn from me, and never embark on this extreme path! After my death, no matter who inherits the position of Chieftain from the Burning Blade Clan, they must maintain the precious tradition and continue to spread the name of Sword Saint in the land of Draenor.
Tell that to the children of the future!
Burning Blade Clan will open its arms to every Warrior who hopes to become a Defender warrior. When carrying this Battle Standard, Orcs will no longer have the difference of origin. We must transcend the narrowness of the clan in order to dedicate ourselves Consecration to a greater cause.
Children, Draenor is not as fragile as I thought.
It is strong enough and tough enough, and will not long for hypocritical salvation in the shadows and fears. Its children should also be as firm as the world!
It was my one thought that caused you to be humiliated.
But Draenor's children are never afraid to admit their mistakes and make atonement, then"
When Old Dal wielded Flame Blade, the fire all over this legendary sword was restrained for a moment, causing its blade to be heated to a terrifying high temperature like the flow of magma. As the blade cut through the air, the accumulated heat even caused the vision to boil and become dislocated.
He clenched the fully activated legendary sword in his hand again, and pointed the sword's edge at Diakum Zastinss as the blade sang.
He said loudly:
"The Fallen Dal·Triple Bloodblade! Challenge the alien Saint with this faith-based challenge. There is no third way to death or glory!"
"I accept your challenge, the Fallen, and may Holy Light forgive your soul!"
Saint stepped forward with a sword.
The Ashbringer in his hand is also restrained like a flame, and the White Holy Flame running on it is completely integrated into the tempered sword body at this moment, and its rising high temperature is no less than that of Flame Blade.
Diakum completely suppressed the excitement of Holy Light at this moment, waving the sharp blade like a pure samurai, colliding his perfected combat skills with Old Dal who let go of his hand and made a last-ditch effort.
It was a pure battle of skills and the essence of this ancient tradition of Blade Trial.
Even if one person is destined to die here today.