(Additional update for "DiejiaGuo" brothers [1/5])
The number of Shadowmoon Orcs in Pain Fortress is quite exaggerated. This is their fortress after all, so after completing the rescue of civilians, Captain Nubodon was ready to evacuate.
They have a small number of people, and it is a sure victory to bring the raid battle to this situation. However, now that Gul'dan is in power, the internal corrosion of the Shadowmoon Clan, which is directly managed by "Progenitor Warlock", is shocking.
Support from all parts of the fortress has also rushed to the high ground, and there are even elite dead bones that have been strengthened and eroded by Void Power. These guys are not opponents that can be easily dispatched with Holy Light's light, but Captain Nubodon, who was scolded just now, learned the lesson.
He did not take the initiative to evacuate, but led his men to stay beside Saint and continue fighting.
He believed that the legendary Vigilant was not a reckless man who could only rush and fight. After all, his close friend Maraad had told him many stories about Diakum Commodore. In those stories, Saint appeared as a "wisdom and brave man".
Facts have proved that Nubodon's expectations for Saint have indeed not been disappointed.
After Dick noticed that Garrison Commander had been injured, he decisively ordered a retreat.
"Nubodon, Tenum, you bring your respective Warrior to escort the civilians to evacuate! Shantok and Yrel lead the two teams to break up and escort the civilians to Ambori Village as soon as possible and wait for the ranger reinforcements from Ael'dor to arrive."
Dick leaned on the already hot Legacy Battleaxe and ordered Warrior to retreat, but he himself did not retreat.
Instead, he took a few steps forward and swung a fierce and brutal Ashen Judgment followed by a cool Divine Storm to purify the dead bones in the void in front of him. He then threw out the flying hammer in his hand and used the posture of a disciplinary hammer to remotely Execute the psychic who was manipulating the dead bones.
With the blessing of the legendary talent [Holy Nova], every time Diakum's long-range Execute Hammer of Punishment lands, it will bring out a scorching halo on the spot, just like a small "Holy Light missile". The splash damage caused when it lands is enough to clear a circle of weak enemies around it.
Legendary skills are foreign things that are really easy to use.
But seeing that Saint was still eagerly looking for an opponent worth fighting, the Garrison Commanders knew that this Vigilant obviously hadn't had all the fun yet, and their brave Saint had no intention of evacuating with them.
"Where are you going?"
Nubodon frowned and asked:
"You are the commander! With all due respect, Your Excellency, your choice at this time is a bit outrageous."
"Just because I am the commander, I have to take on the most difficult part of this battle, kid."
Dick turned around and smiled, waved his hand and said:
"I have confirmed that Chieftain Ner'zhul of the Shadowmoon Clan is among their Holy Land. If you want to create the possibility of later negotiations for Grand Artificer Velen, you must seize this Shaman leader who has a high status in Orcs society.
This is my mission and the final link in the strategic plan.
Your mission of rescuing civilians has been completed, and today's battle was brave enough. It honored Holy Light and proved to me that you have not lost the courage of your ancestors. This makes me very satisfied! But the area I am about to enter next is full of dangers that you cannot bear, so obey the order! Nubodon.
Escort civilians away immediately.
This mission is not as simple as you think, and these Shadowmoon Orcs will not let you escape so easily. They will chase you one after another until you fall into the trap woven by exhaustion.
But my request to you is that there can be no more casualties!
Every Eredar's life is precious, and ensuring the safety of every life is Garrison Commander's bounden duty. I will now hand over this important mission to you!
Go ahead."
"I'll go with you!"
The rescued female Orcs Shaman Rekal Bloodfire was holding a hunting ax. She could understand the Draenei language. When she heard that this Draenei Saint was going to Shadowmoon Graveyard, she was the first to jump out and shouted:
"I also want to know what our fatuous old patriarch has been hiding in Holy Land all these years. You also need a guide! The roads in Holy Land are difficult and tortuous. Once you get lost, what awaits you is the constant attack from the powerful Undead."
"No need!"
Dick looked up and down at the injured Shaman, he shook his head coldly and said:
"Holy Light will help me complete this job. The responsibilities you will bear in the future are beyond your imagination. Young Orcs, go back and protect your people just like I protect my people."
After saying that, under the gazes of the Garrison Commanders, their Saint summoned the glorious Holy Spirit war horse, got on their horses, picked up their battle axes, and rushed towards the Holy Land deepest in the already boiling Shadowmoon Fortress.
Like a speeding beam of meteor, it easily penetrated the defense line composed of void dead bones, leaving a trail of scorching ashes wherever it went.
"Let's go!"
Nubodon gritted his teeth and saw signs of encirclement among the Orc Warlock around him. He immediately jumped on his mount and led the Warriors back to the defense. The eyes of the civilians outside the fortress were full of horror, which made Nubodon realize that the next action was still difficult.
They were divided into two teams according to Dick's instructions. The front team escorted the civilians to evacuate towards Ambori Village, and the back team used the terrain at the entrance of the Shadowmoon Clan fortress to block the pursuers.
But the Shadowmoon Orcss quickly dispatched the Two-Headed Wyvern knights in the fortress.
These fierce aerial beasts carrying the violent Warrior quickly caught up with the evacuating team. They continuously shot dangerous energy arrows from the air, trying to defeat Draenei's mind in this way, but they were quickly dispersed by the power of Orcs old Shaman Turok in the team calling Wind Elementals to disperse the airspace.
The howling and swirling wind protected the evacuees, making it impossible for the Two-Headed Wyvern to approach easily. However, these Shaman had been abused for too long, and even if they were escorted in relays, it would be difficult for them to escape the danger.
However, Orcs has a simple and firm mind to persist.
The weak girl Samara can save them regardless of the cost, then Orcs can naturally help Draenei in this situation regardless of the consequences.
They also want to use this method to express a clear enough signal to Draenei: not all Orcs have chosen to fall! These traditional Orcs who are unwilling to obey the temptation are also victims of the war.
"Speed up! Our Shaman won't last long."
The brave and resourceful woman Orcs Rekal Bloodfire shouted to Nubodon:
"Shaman are all weak, and the elements are unwilling to give us more power because of what Shadowmoon Clan has done over the past many years. Quick! Get into the forest before we can't hold on any longer."
"Can't go in!"
Old Garrison Commander Tenum is an experienced man, he shouted:
"Orcs's Two-Headed Wyvern can breathe fire. Once we hide in the woods, we are doomed! Find a high place and wait for the rangers to join us and let them use long-range weapons to deal with these ferocious beasts."
"Uncles and aunties, look ahead! Something is coming down from the sky."
A child in the crowd who was being carried by Garrison Commander suddenly shouted in a milky voice. Nubodon and others raised their heads and saw several special creatures approaching quickly in the clouds.
The bodies of those guys are like curly-tailed lizards, but they have enlarged versions of butterfly wings on their backs. They also change the color of the body and wings under different circumstances. The most important thing is that each of these guys has a pair of real "Kazilan big eyes".
It looks ugly and cute, but it is full of wisdom and gentle light.
They wear reins, have gemstone-made goggles on their big eyes, and have light armor protection on their bodies. At first glance, they look like specially domesticated flying vehicles.
"Great! It's Spirit Dragon Knight from Ael'dor! Reinforcements are coming, we are saved."
Old Garrison Commander called out, causing the frightened crowd to burst into cheers.
The Orcs flying dragon cavalry overhead also noticed the arrival of support from Draenei, but the opponent only had four Spirit Dragon Knight. They had eight flying dragons. Relying on their numerical advantage, these wild Shadowmoon Orcs waved their whips and scolded the double dragons and the flying dragons stepped forward to meet the enemy.
As a result, before the two sides could enter the air combat range, at least four hundred meters away, a speeding jeweled arrow wrapped in a swirling wind came and hit the first flying dragon on the left head with a weird roar.
It pierced through the eyes and hit the brain directly, causing the guy to scream in pain and roll down in the air.
Even the Orcs cavalry had to experience an airborne landing without a parachute amid roars of fear and anger. They would definitely be desperate, just like Lao Da, who tried his best and failed to open the helicopter door.
Well, Man, Watkan, alas!
Orcs, Ultra!
But this fatal arrow was just a greeting, and then storm arrows continued to shoot across the sky. After the third flying dragon was shot down, Orcs finally realized that there was a hunter coming from the opposite side!
Arrows at such a distance can still be so destructive, and what's more, it's a crazy "air mounted shooting". Ordinary hunters can't even aim at the high-speed flight of the flying vehicle. This is the appearance of the second Draenei legend.
Orcss retreated decisively, cursing madly in their hearts.
I had great fun making sacrifices in Pain Fortress, but in the morning a big guy from Holy Light rushed in and beat them up on the ground with his men. Before the bleeding could stop, at noon another big ranger guy came to blow up the fish ponds and harvest them.
Being served by two legends in turn, how lucky is Shadowmoon Clan today?
Damn it, Gul'dan had already taken people out and ran out without knowing what he was doing. Ner'zhul, who had lost his ambition, was hiding in Holy Land every day to do crafts. It was no use. He obviously had two legends here!
But why is the battle situation so one-sided? Damn it!
Of course, Orcs's jumping and yelling words represented Draenei's ecstasy of being saved. After seeing Orcs's flying dragon knight fleeing hastily, the civilians on the ground knew that they were finally safe.
They began to thank Holy Light and sat down to rest. This was not to blame for their lack of organization and discipline, but mainly because the experiences last night and this morning were too exciting for civilians.
Garrison Commander were defending on the outside, waiting for the four Spirit Dragon Knight to land. Nubodon stepped forward to say hello, but when he saw the figure of the first spiritual dragon jumping down, his heart skipped a beat.
Damn it!
Archbishop Nali came in person?
They just sent the message to Ael'dor before they set off. It took less than three hours until now. Even if you set off immediately after receiving the message, it is not a big miracle that one Shadowmoon Valley can support you in such a short period of time.
No wonder your spirit dragon is so tired that it sticks out its tongue.
Hello! What kind of high speed did you use to rush here? Speeding is very dangerous, even in the air! What? Didn't the fall of Genedar teach you "pilots" to drive safely?
"Where are Garrison Commander, Dick?"
Archbishop Nali I'm really in a hurry to go out.
She didn't even have time to change into the Archbishop's high-level armor, and came here wearing only a ranger leather armor. She didn't even take care of her hair, and her red eyes looked like she had stayed up late last night.
However, looking at the expression on the archbishop's eagerness to see his "dead husband" at this moment, Nubodon knew that if he said anything more about wasting time, he might get a big fight.
So he said briefly:
"In order to help Grand Artificer Velen realize the possibility of peaceful negotiations, Vigilant entered Shadowmoon Great Cemetery alone to hunt down Shadowmoon Chieftain Ner'zhul. We tried to persuade him, but we could not persuade a determined Saint."
"Of course you can't persuade him. No one can persuade him to stop at this time. Alas, he is still as reckless as he was 20,000 years ago."
Neri breathed a sigh of relief.
She waved her hand and signaled the several adjutants behind her to take over the escort. Then she took three people's arrows and bullets, stepped on her spirit dragon and took off again, rushing towards Pain Fortress's defense line.
"These legends are really so reckless!"
Nubodon thought helplessly:
"Why don't you bring some guards with you?"
"What are you thinking about?"
The archbishop's adjutant, the huntress wearing ruby flying goggles looked Nubodon up and down, she wagged her little tail and complained:
"I can tell what you are thinking just by looking at your expression, but ordinary people like us don't dare to rush to be a light bulb at this time. You have to know that she is an old woman who has been single for more than 20,000 years. She finally waited until the One a man who dared to want her came back to life. After this encounter, she still had to fight with her.
Tsk, tsk, in this case, whoever disturbs the Archbishop's good deeds will be waiting to get "Red Throat's Fang"'s head shot Execute."
"Ah?"
Nubodon turned around in surprise, looking at this high-level ranger captain who talked a lot, and he whispered:
"Isn't "Red Throat's Fang" our hunting sacred object? Did the Archbishop bring all that stuff?"
"Aren't you talking nonsense?"
The high-level ranger who always spoke like a cross talk crossed his arms and pouted like an "old Jianghu":
"I'm here to meet my lover, so of course I have to bring a "token of love" with me. Oh, you, the junior, should take care of our Ancient Eredar affairs. Hurry up and evacuate to Ambori Village. I've been busy for several days without rest. I finally slept in today and this happened.
But it's not a bad thing that Diakum Commodore is back. At least Neri's 20,000-year-old menopausal rage disorder can be cured. It's best that she can retire with her lover and give birth to more than a dozen children.
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Oops, isn't this the chance for me, Yura, to take over?
More than 20,000 years ago, I worked as an adjutant to the boss Neri in Argus. Now I am still an adjutant in Draenor. So haven't the hard days of riding horses for more than 20,000 years been in vain?
Do you think it makes sense? My little friend."
"Well, I still think that I, the young Draenei, should not get involved in these complicated matters between you Ancient Eredar. After all, I can't afford to offend any of you."
Dick had no idea that "little Neri" would rush over to help in a hurry.
But to be honest, he didn't feel like he needed help.
After all, Shadowmoon Graveyard, a bad five-player version of the bad version, spent a lot of time on this bad place on the way to upgrade. As I said, when he came here, it was like going home. He knew where to go even with his eyes closed.
The most important thing is that there is finally no one else around, which means that Dick no longer has to suppress his too violent release of holy power because of worries about "accidental injury".
It is the moment when the heavy holy power that has been accumulated for more than 20,000 years needs to be released in large quantities. This can effectively adjust the heavy pressure on Dick's body. So starting from the rush into Shadowmoon Graveyard, Harbinger of the Sun's Holy Radiance is released in the most violent noon Blinding Light posture.
He stood in the light that was so hot that it could melt metal. He didn't even need to wave his weapon. As long as he walked forward, the bones that had been strengthened by the void would "naturally melt" in the light.
Although Harbinger of the Sun is a proper heroic profession and should be cooler than ordinary professions, Dick knows that his exaggerated AOE combat power at this time is definitely abnormal. At least ordinary legends cannot maintain such an exaggerated and long-term energy release like him.
Who made Naaru born from Holy Light, and now he has Naaru's Body, which is equivalent to a "small jigsaw puzzle".
The holy power is exhausted?
Doesn't exist.
Dick sadly discovered that while his holy power was turned into Blinding Light and burned, his radiant energy was still recovering at a "mana recovery speed" that ordinary people could not imagine. This proved that this kind of "low-intensity" battle could not help Dick quickly consume the accumulated holy power.
He must find an opportunity to release the terrifying holy power accumulated in his body at once.
"So my dear Doom Lord Kazzak, when will you Draenor again? This will allow me to find an opportunity to be "reasonably angry" and complete your third Execute to deepen our personal relationship,"
Dick strode forward with a battle ax in hand, he sighed and said:
"Without a strong, domineering and generous opponent like you, my new life will be very boring to the naked eye. By the way, it has been more than 20,000 years. No matter how low Burning Legion's action efficiency is, we should recruit Annihilan Abyssal Lord who can withstand beatings and fight, right?"
Woohoo, those Fel big butts are perfect big sandbags when you think about it.
Huh?
Wait!
What did my Aoe just burn to death?"
When Vigilant Saint was running wild, a reminder from the battle record made him realize that he seemed to have "accidentally" burned a BOSS to death.
He stayed where he was, letting Holy Light transform into Sunflare and constantly burning the surrounding Void Power. Shadowmoon Clan, under the leadership of Gul'dan, continued to study the mysteries of the void, turning a good tomb Holy Land into a void lair.
Judging from the dark atmosphere here, these Warlocks definitely have a "big daddy" for themselves here.
But these problems are nothing in front of Vigilant Saint
He has the strength and means to purify these completely insignificant void residues. What rank are you in the Draenor world? You can't even get a quota for Old God parasites. To set up a void cult here is to drive drunk and get stuck, which is a dead end.
And Dick feels that he should really accumulate some experience in fighting the void. After all, Dark Portal is about to open right now, and he will have to take a tour of the Azeroth big stage in a while.
In that ghost place where there are four Old God as "hidden BOSS", my own skills are not enough.
He flipped through the constantly updated battle records, and then saw a familiar name with a look of helplessness on his face.
"Shadana Bloodfury. It's you again!"
Dick complained:
"I knew from the dungeon story that you were a hopeless fool and loyalist. You followed Ner'zhul all the way to the dark side. I didn't expect that even now, you still refuse to change your ways.
But the label is "Undead Creature". Well, the time calculation is correct. Draenor Seven Heroes in this period of time in the official history has indeed reached middle age. It makes sense that you, a little noob, died from the erosion of time.
But they are all dead and are still being eroded by the void and cannot have peace. Tsk, Gul'dan is harmful to people!"
With such emotion, the vigilant maintained his large-scale Aoe that was as pervasive as the scorching sun and walked through the underground ritual hall. Then he found that the problem seemed to be a bit serious. He saw those void evil spirits that kept walking blankly through the shadow power.
Those pitch-black guys are like elemental creatures, but their whole bodies are composed of the purest Void Power. Each one is wrapped with cold negative energy.
Material World absolutely cannot produce Void Creature of this purity. Once they are released to the outside world, they can definitely form mobile void pollution, which is very troublesome.
Although the Void is not as overbearing as Fel in terms of destructive power, this thing is like a dog-skin plaster. Once it is stained, it is difficult to remove it completely. Moreover, the area contaminated by the Void is full of disturbing whispers. With little willpower, it is easy to be deceived into becoming a Void dog-legger.
Needless to say, these things are definitely "war weapons" prepared by Gul'dan in order to attack Karabor Temple. In True History of the Dark Portal, that bastard thing that does bad things is indeed what he did.
"It must be purified! There can be no mistakes."
Dick frowned and stepped forward with his battle ax, surrounded by Solar Blinding Light, slashing at them one after another. However, these elemental creatures each felt pulpy in the hand, and their limp bodies did not have any sense of impact. Saint soon lost interest in close combat. He mentioned that he His Kazzak's Grudge transformed into Priest form, waved his hand and threw out a bunch of scorching divine Holy Light rings, and then used his Blade of Justice posture to hit Holy Light to punish, burning every void evil spirit he encountered into dim fragments.
Going all the way deep, we soon encountered the "big daddy" that the Shadowmoon Warlocks raised for themselves, a huge void evil spirit entrenched on the road leading to the deepest part of the Holy Land.
Needless to say, the size of that thing is huge. All you need to know is that this guy has formed azure void runes outside the dark evil spirit body. The appearance of that unknown thing indicates that this guy is transforming into "Entropius".
Once it is allowed to continue devouring energy here, it will eventually become a Sea of Darkness crack leading to the physical universe.
What's even worse is that this thing is devouring "souls". The souls of those Orcs ancestors who can't rest in peace surround it. Under its "Dark Song" constraints, they can't be freed at all. They are stuck in the neck and moaning as if they are suffocated.
It feeds on souls, and that alone confirms the evil nature of this thing.
"Those Orcs who accused Draenei of desecrating their ancestors should really be allowed to come and take a closer look at who is torturing your ancestors!"
Dick spat to the side, he had no intention of going forward to deal with this evil thing himself.
First of all, physical attacks are really ineffective against this kind of Void Creature.
Secondly, Diakum, who has been leveling alone for more than 20,000 years, is planning to show his "training results" in Material World.
"A 50-yuan good friend should be used in the right situation, right, buddy?"
Dick snapped his fingers, and in the beating of Holy Light sparks, his Radiant Spirit appeared from Blinding Light in the posture of Guardians of Kings, but at this time it was no longer the Eredar posture of 20,000 years ago.
On the contrary, it seems to have undergone some kind of "evolution".
At least it looks cool enough from the outside.
Dick used Holy Light to weave a set of blessed holy armor for it, and also used its own milky white holy flame to turn Guardians of Kings into a white robe to cover its body, and created a white hood on its head to cover its face.
Its original shining wings have also been changed. Vigilant, who was really idle during the long-term sleeping mental training, used a very artistic gesture to create a floating beam of light to replace the exaggerated wings.
Five on each side, the milky white holy beams are like ribbons, fluttering behind Guardians of Kings as it floats in the air, bringing it an indescribable trace of pure majesty and power.
That's right, it's Radiant Spirit that imitates the posture of Mr. Archangels Qin Duanyu. Uh, no! Tyrael.
This is definitely a time-consuming process, and shaping Holy Light also tests the Force Walker's understanding and manipulation of energy. Diakum personally used his own bit by bit. Holy Light changed its form and was able to achieve the level of detail that it is now, a 1:1 out-of-print figure. It has basically been declared that the compatibility of Dick with Holy Light has reached "perfection" at least at the legendary level.
But it's not entirely true to say that he developed his Holy Light affinity through this process.
The main reason is that after being trapped in that spiritual world for so long, I have to learn to have some fun for myself besides the entertainment of fighting, otherwise I will really go crazy.
"So, Qin Duanyu, my fifty-dollar good brother."
Dick raised the battle ax in his hand, and Guardians of Kings behind him also held his left hand empty in the air. A big sword "Radiance of Holy Feathers" made of breast White Holy Flame was pulled out in the light, and with a handsome swing, the sword edge brought out the flame in Blinding Light.
The moment Dick swung his battle ax down, his Guardians of Kings flew out with a whoosh like a Pokémon in battle, taking his place and fighting the evil in front of him to the death!
It sounds very passionate, but it doesn't matter if you haven't fought before.
With Dick's now exaggerated affinity and holy power reserve for Holy Light, Guardians of Kings can be summoned again after fifteen minutes after being defeated. How else can he be called a fifty-dollar good brother?
Ha, void!
Your evil spirits are annihilating death every minute and every second, and my fifty-dollar good brothers are endless, so go to Azeroth and cause trouble. Draenor If you have to go to the table, then you only deserve to sit with Durotan's dog.