[Updated 21/50], I can't write the title anymore.
(Additional update for "Chi Wanzi de Gugu" brother [1/5])
Draenor The weak Elemental Lords of the world were almost forced into a desperate situation.
The power derived from the filthy knowledge granted by the Burning Legion Great Demon Lord is obviously far superior to them, and Curse Cipher Runes, which Gul'dan secretly spent several years casting, is also a strange object that is completely effective against elemental power.
This wave was deliberate and unintentional, and considering the elements' arrogance and unpreparedness to challenge, their defeat was indeed unjust.
As the old saying goes, you can only learn to respect when you are down. This truth also applies to elements who are generally not very smart.
Compared with the Elemental Spirits's violent "beat anyone who dares to come near me" attitude of the world's Invincible when the Garrison Commander first entered the battlefield, the Elemental Lord who finally escaped at this time are obviously much more "sane".
Under the constant calling of Ner'zhul, they have realized that these blue-skinned Draenei are friends and helpers.
In view of the current dire situation, the Elemental Lords also wisely ordered their servants to assist the Draeneis in defeating the Warlocks of Orcss.
At this moment, the numerical comparison on the battlefield was instantly reversed.
Although most of the Warlock and barbarian soldiers under Gul'dan drank Demon Blood, facing the brave elite Garrison Commander and the rangers as well as the assists of the elements, the front line they had been trying to maintain was broken through several holes almost instantly.
The scene in this collapsed place became even more chaotic.
The most cunning Blood Ring Hunters have begun to call their Two-Headed Wyverns or simply ride on Dire Wolfs to break out of the encirclement. As good hunters of Nataan Jungles, these Orcss who have been fighting in dangerous jungles since birth often lack a sense of honor in battle, but have a frightening desire to survive.
Driven by their "timely transfer", those Orc Warlock who have not yet been surrounded by Draenei and elements also began to sell out.
You can't say these guys are unethical!
After all, for Warlock, survival is the greatest morality. It is common for them to abandon their companions and comrades in order to survive. This is what Gul'dan taught them. Therefore, at this moment of crisis, these outstanding Warlocks do not feel any psychological pressure at all when they abandon their mentor Gul'dan.
Almost instantly, Gul'dan desperately found that he seemed to be in a "if you don't fight, you will die" dilemma.
What was even more desperate was facing the Draenei saint, who was walking towards him with a holy light like the blazing sun and hot devotion on his feet. Gul'dan clearly realized at this moment that even if he chose to fight, he would most likely die.
This guy can drop Kilrogg Deadeye in seconds!
Although Kilrogg is the oldest of all the legendary Chieftain, and has the most serious decline in physical strength and combat effectiveness, the fact that the latter's combat experience and survival skills are of no use in battle actually illustrates the problem.
The Draenei Saint in front of him was not only extraordinary in strength, but the opponent's combat experience and skills were beyond his imagination.
This is indeed the case.
After all, during the 25,000 years of sleeping, Dick had done nothing but fight against all kinds of simulated enemies. In addition to the ugly results when facing those super giant enemies, in those endless simulated battles, Dick achieved quite fruitful results against other enemies.
Naturally, these include humanoid creatures, as well as various Orcs.
Kilrogg Deadeye's instant kill may seem exaggerated, but in Dick Furui Mubo's heart, this is already the seventeenth time he has defeated Blood Ring Chieftain without any damage.
So, here comes the problem.
In that long simulated battle, did Dick ever try to face Gul'dan alone? What was his record when facing this Orcs Progenitor Warlock?
"You remind me of someone!"
Dick walked towards Gul'dan who was still trying to repair his broken Fel shield.
Those Progenitor Warlock loyalists tried their best to stop this terrifying giant in the light, but even with their bare hands, the hand of the holy flame waved by Dick was enough to defeat their defenses at the moment of contact and burn them to ashes with the next move.
A Demon Blood Guard rushed over and was choked by Dick in the air without even having to throw a punch.
He pulled it over and smashed the opponent's skull with a headbutt, then swung his burning body as a war hammer to knock over the struggling Warlock on the other side, and finally added a execution stomp, making Holy Light burn like fire.
The legendary and superior strength attribute given by the body of the Naaru allows him to absolutely crush these demon-blooded orcs with every blow. Even if the opponent is holding a shield, he cannot withstand the holy slash and penetrating burning of the milky white holy flame given by the Brilliant Star.
You know, the sacred damage that comes with Holy Light has the noble attribute of "ignoring armor".
"You remind me of Sarkir! His former name was the Enlightener, and his current name is the Shaper. He is the first Warlock in Eredar, just like you are the first Warlock in Orcs."
Dick's voice is deep and powerful, and his pitch is rising with every unstoppable step forward, as if momentum is building up, like a heavy tank accelerating.
Slow, heavy, but unstoppable.
Gul'dan is already panicking.
Even though this was only his first meeting with Vigilant, from the other party's subtle attitude, he had already read the incomprehensible murderous intention that Draenei in front of him had towards him.
I have indeed done a lot of bad things
But I don't think that any bad thing I have done is directly related to the Saint in front of me!
Did the man who stepped on the horse steal your rice, or stole your dog?
Is it worthy of not leaving a way to survive?
But he knows that reasoning is useless to people who have murderous intentions and power!
He is Warlock, and he is better at talking about physics than reasoning.
So when Dick killed his loyal guard and was about to set foot on this spellcasting high ground, Gul'dan decisively crushed Fel Charm in his hand.
Two torn Fel Vortex instantly appeared around this guy. Along with the burning smell of sulfur, a huge Fel Lord and a High-Ranking Soulbinder like a Fel ghost laughed wildly and entered Material World.
That was when the supreme Polluter gave him the mission of polluting the world, and at the same time gave him Demon Contract for self-defense.
Gul'dan knew he had to run away.
The arrangement of Curse Code has failed. If he dies here, the result will be ugly, even if his Soul Stone has been placed in the safest place in advance through his cunning wisdom.
That means his soul is temporarily immortal.
But if he could, he wouldn't want to experience a painful death. He was simply bad and not a perverted sadist who liked Ace's admiration.
"Sarkir is just like you. He surrendered to the Burning Legion under the leadership of some dark temptation and wants to sacrifice his world Consecration to Dark Titan. He keeps saying that this is for our good, just like you are now tempting your people to target my innocent people with the war.
There are such despicable souls in every era. They are always very good at persuading themselves to hold false righteousness and do things that are very terrifying to others and the world.
You two bastard devils!
What are you laughing at?"
Dick's voice was almost roaring.
The moment he killed at least seventeen high-level Warlock along the way, stepped out of a scorching skull and stepped onto the casting high ground with Ashen Path, the two high-level demons summoned by Gul'dan also entered Material World at this moment.
The tall Fel Lord is holding a magic steel giant axe, while High-Ranking Soulbinder is floating in the air with only the upper body of his ferocious body, and the lower body is completely a broken shadow woven by Fel.
It carries a Soul Cage burning with evil fire. Every time it moves, the pitiful wails of thousands of suffering souls will be heard from the cage, like some kind of gloomy accompaniment, which can always make the demons laugh wildly with joy.
Just like now.
The two top demons had already smelled the battle, blood and death that took place here before entering Material World.
They like this kind of environment, they enjoy this kind of environment, and they are extremely eager to harvest the souls of the weak in this weak world. However, as soon as their laughter sounded, it was suppressed by the roar of Dick.
High-Ranking Soulbinder Dezoxx couldn't stand this kind of anger. It roared and waved its evil fire ghost claws to kill this shining Draenei.
But it didn't notice that Fel Lord Kurazmal, who appeared beside it and had worked with it to harvest countless souls in the past thousands of years, was already petrified.
The huge, ferocious, and extremely violent Fel Lord seemed to have seen the most terrifying scene in its life, and as if it had seen something that it was most afraid of when it was a "little" child. It grabbed hold of Magic Steel Battle Axe, which executed countless weak people and chopped countless souls into pieces.
Not only did he not follow his violent companions forward, on the contrary, Fel Lord, who was known for his strength and cruelty, took an inaudible step back.
It recognized Diakum!
It recognized Vigilant from Argus!
It recognized Highlord Zakuun's most hated enemy in this life.
It recognized "Light Butcher" who had disappeared in the sea of stars for more than 20,000 years!
"Don't go there!!! Run!"
This is the last warning Fel Lord Kurazmal can send to his Recklessness companions.
However, it was still a step too late.
At the moment when High-Ranking Soulbinder Dezoxx smiled ferociously and smashed the Soul Cage behind him against Dick, and released the suffering crazy soul inside as a minion to attack the Holy Light Walker, the already blazing light completely transformed from gold to blazing white at this moment.
Dick I clearly feel the pure light surging in my body.
His momentum accumulation and Brilliant Star's energy storage have been completed, and Holy Power Burning is approaching the "mortal limit". The Holy Light rolling in his body even makes him feel a trace of burning pain. He urgently needs to release this burning holy anger.
[Warning! Holy Power Burning has crossed the line! It is about to enter the "sanctified" state!]
When that line of warning flashed before my eyes, the moment thousands of sharp claws of the suffering soul came into contact with Dick's body, the incarnation of "Sanctification Seraphim" carrying Avenging Wrath descended on this dirty and filthy highland.
No longer a simple and exaggerated spread of golden wings, Diakum's Seraphim burst out at this moment, showing a rare "enhanced state" covered by the "sacred" holy power.
The scorching light exploded in the shape of a rotating storm, and five pairs of ten platinum beam wings with holy weapons covered Dick's body, just like the 1:1 Archangels Guardians of Kings he had pinched for himself. Just like, the moment he was covered by the white holy and pure hood, the light floating in front of his eyes turned into a "Radiance of Holy Feathers" sword wrapped in white holy fire amid the roar of Brilliant Star that vibrated in his chest.
The elegant and domineering "Light Plastic Weapon" was suspended in the white-gold fire, and was then grabbed by Dick.
Forge Light into a Sword, the holy power is unsheathed!
"Boom"
The surrounding sanctification·Divine Storm used only one sweep to burn the thousands of suffering souls released by the soul-baiting demon into ashes in Harbinger of the Sun's Blinding Light explosion. Amidst the grateful cries of those purified souls as if they had found rest, the Soul Cage made of magic steel that hit him was smashed to pieces by the sanctified Dick's punch.
Fel broke out in resistance but was then suppressed by the huge amount of burning holy power.
They are set on fire, ravaged, and destroyed!
High-Ranking Soulbinder people are numb.
It never expected that its own ultimate move could not even stop the opponent.
But at the moment it retreated, with the flapping of Seraphim's white beam wings, Vigilant appeared behind it like a ghost of light. The left hand covered with the holy gauntlet pressed the head of the soul-baiting demon Dezoxx. The right hand waved the sword, and then the extremely standard Final Verdict fell.
The light burst out again, blocking the stunned Gul'dan and his only remaining Fel Lord guard.
When the Holy Radiance was gathered away, High-Ranking Soulbinder didn't even let out a scream as the five-fingered gauntlet of Dick's left hand opened and turned into a ball of hot ashes that was blown away.
Fel Lord, who was assigned as the guard of Gul'dan, experienced a "pupil earthquake" when he saw this scene.
Without saying a word, it turned around and ran towards Fel Rift who had entered Material World. His posture did not look like a violent upper-level demon at all, but like a Fel kid who had been kicked and was crying.
But I can't do it without running!
To outsiders watching the fun, such as those Draenei Garrison Commander, they only think that Diakum the Saint at this moment is simply the Divine Descent of Holy Light, but only experts know the gold content of Dick's just hit.
Dezoxx was crushed to ashes!
The soul of a high-level demon like High-Ranking Soulbinder never returned to Twisting Nether!
It's dead!
It was killed by Diakum and had no chance of resurrection!
Twisting Nether, who gave birth to a trillion demons, completely lost a child. The ancient horror stories about demons are all true! Those "devil seniors" who participated in Argus Thirty Day War did not deceive it!
The demons killed by Light Butcher will be completely destroyed, and even the power of "running corpses" in Twisting Nether will be taken away.
That is obviously something more terrifying to them than death.
"Bang"
Fel Lord had just approached the whirlpool that could send him back to warm Twisting Nether, when a ray of light that cut through evil spirits appeared in front of his eyes. In its desperate gaze, another small "Seraphim" flashed out of the light and chopped Fel into the whirlpool, blocking all its ways to escape.
Guardians of Kings is blocking the front with a big sword, and the terrifying Light Butcher is "flying" towards it with the sword.
There is only one choice left for Fel Lord.
Brave devil, hold on to your weapons when Eternal Silence's death is doomed, and fight for the dignity of the sons of Twisting Nether and the elites of the Burning Legion!
"Ah!"
Fel Lord Kurazmal turned around, held the heavy Felsteel Battleaxe with both hands, rushed towards Dick with the explosion of terrifying muscles, and slashed at him with the most perfect chop in his life, "Soul-Rending Slash".
That is Fel Lord's signature skill, which is said to be able to crush all souls.
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However.
The scorching White Holy Flame disappeared in a flash as Lightforging's blade fell. When Seraphim appeared behind Fel Lord, the white sword mark that cut from top to bottom appeared on the huge upper demon.
The scorching holy fire erupted from it, and after Gul'dan took a breath shaped by fear, Fel Lord, together with its battle ax, turned into a skull in light.
"The devil recognized me, the devil knew who I was, and the devil knew what I would do to them, so the devil chose to run away out of fear, a wise decision! It's a pity that he overestimated his own power."
Dick's face cannot be seen clearly under the cover of the holy hood, which is like a ray of deep darkness against the brilliance.
At this time, he had arrived next to Gul'dan, his wings flapping the light beams and hanging in the air, separated by the translucent layer of pathetic Fel shield.
Gul'dan looked at him in horror, but Saint seemed to be looking at the end of his fate.
He said:
"You Gul'dan! Pretentious Progenitor Warlock. Do you have a clear understanding of your own power? Do you know who I am?"
Gul'dan knew that answering this question in this situation would only make him look weak, but facing the "sacred" Dick who had instantly killed two top demons and had accumulated his momentum to the extreme, there was too little he could do.
He moved his mouth.
He was trying to keep his damn hands and legs from shaking! He was trying his best not to look like a coward!
But at this moment, he desperately found that he could not muster any determination to resist in front of the Holy Light monster, just like the first time he faced Lord Corrupted Cenarius.
When the gap in individual strength is too great, even resistance becomes a luxury.
He is already a legend Warlock!
He proudly believed that there would be no more than five people in the entire Draenor world who could fight him, even the legendary demigod prophet Draenei. The other party's weak desire for peace obviously greatly weakened Velen's combat effectiveness. Gul'dan felt that he was not unable to fight when he had the upper hand.
But at this moment, this ridiculously arrogant understanding was undoubtedly crushed by Dick's "wonderful performance".
Even the absolute strength of Vigilant in the sanctified state has not surpassed the level of legend. In theory, he can compete with the opponent, but Gul'dan knew clearly at this moment that he could not be the opponent of "Vigilant Saint" in front of him.
It turns out that Progenitor Warlock of Orcs knows nothing about "power"!
"Bang"
Swinging a sword for the first time.
The Radiance of Holy Feathers sword forged by the holy flame tore apart Fel's shield. Guardians of Kings didn't even try to copy the blow. There was no need for it to intervene.
It's not exactly a battle.
This is still an execution-style execution, and it is also a declaration with some kind of symbol.
If not, there is no need for Dick to push himself into a dangerous "sanctified" state to confirm that he can kill Gul'dan simply and neatly.
There is also a gap between the two in normal strength, but it is certain that with the help of Archbishop Nali and Draenor Elemental Lords, Dick can definitely kill them. After the hand-driven Horde bloodbathed the Draenor world, it was the youth version Gul'dan that could reach the limit of its strength only after being loved by Fel.
Even a born bad guy who has been infamy for thousands of years needs time to grow up.
But Dick still pushed himself into sanctification, not only to test the limits of his own strength, but also to use Gul'dan's failure to encourage Draenei and inspire his people not to be afraid of the war started by Orcs!
He also wants to use Progenitor Warlock's tragic defeat and death to declare to the bellicose Orcs and the devil behind them that if he wants to defeat Draenei, he must first pass the Vigilant level!
Therefore, this scene can be regarded as an "exhibition match", and Gul'dan is the poor supporting character used to set off the power of Holy Light.
"Bang"
The hot gauntlet shattered the ball of Chaos Bolt that Gul'dan had smashed out with gritted teeth. Fel was crushed and consumed by the fiery Holy Light before it was completely gathered together. The open, hot five fingers then clasped Orc Warlock's shoulders, and like Hand of the Sun's touch, his bones were crushed at the moment of contact.
The good news is that Gul'dan can no longer feel the pain of broken bones.
The bad news is that at this moment, his whole body can only feel as hot as being thrown into magma.
The Radiance of Holy Feathers sword shaped by Holy Light in Dick's hand turned into a light feather Dispersion. His right hand pressed on Gul'dan's forehead, just like a "classic re-enactment" in the future that made countless Alliance dogs and Horde pigs angry to the point of itching their teeth.
As a steady stream of white-gold holy flames was poured into Gul'dan's body from the palm of his hand, tearing lines like cracks in high-temperature glass spread from Orc Warlock's forehead to his cheeks, then to his neck, and eventually spread to his entire body.
It set his robe on fire and burned his flesh and blood.
Gul'dan was in so much pain that I couldn't even speak.
He could only hear Dick saying to him in the echoing sound effect:
"I hate Sarkir! Not just because he surrendered to the devil and wanted to sell my hometown and people to Sargeras! But also because he chose to give up when he could clearly fight, and called this cowardice wisdom.
I hate you too! Gul'dan.
Not only because you are trying to follow the old path of Sarkir and dedicate your people and the world to the Burning Legion, but also because you are more despicable than Sarkir! At least he will use racial justice to cover himself up, while you do not hide at all that all the evil you do is only for personal gain.
You are a real villain!
A villain who was born out of despair and wanted to spread his own despair into the world; an evil spirit who was born in hell and wanted to turn other people's world into hell as well.
I know your Soul Stone is hidden.
The annihilation of your body means that you have a second chance to face me, but that doesn't matter!
The fact that you drank the demon blood means that you have embarked on the road of Fel, so I will only take away half of your despicable soul this time, and the remaining half will be kept in your hands first.
Run away with your fear and resentment, stay away from the Gleam Holy Light devil that makes you wake up screaming in every sleep, pray to your filthy gods, and pray that you will not run into my hands again!
Gul'dan.
In the name of Holy Light and Draenor, I sentence you to death at the stake!"
"Bang"
The moment the execution was announced, Gul'dan's body that had been filled with White Holy Flame exploded in a frightening way.
No blood or bones fell. All his flesh and blood had been burned and ignited before the explosion, leaving only a pile of ashes Gleam filled with resentment and fear.
When Dick turned around, all the flesh and blood on the Orcs skull in his hand was also stripped off. The smooth skull represented Gul'dan's first death.
There is no honor, only despair.
There is no fighting, only execution.
The white holy light of "Sanctification Seraphim" was also peeled off from Vigilant at this moment, and his exaggerated and majestic cold "divinity" disappeared with the light to Dispersion, bringing the gentle Saint back to Mortal realm again.
At the highest point of the battlefield, Diakum held up the "Skull of the First Warlock" in his hand under the gazes of Draenei Garrison Commander.
He glanced at the swaying Orcss on the battlefield and said:
"Lay down your weapons! This is your last chance."
"Drop your weapons!"
The first person to react was Ner'zhul.
The old Orcs rushed forward like crazy, snatched the tomahawk from the hand of a young Shadowmoon Orcs and threw it into the lava next to him, forcing him to lower his head and not to provoke the terrifying Vigilant.
Under Ner'zhul's harsh scolding in a hoarse tone, those Warlock who were born in the Shadowmoon Clan but had witnessed the whole tragedy of Gul'dan were frightened. They rationally gave up resistance in the confusion and panic.
No one thinks that they can defeat the Holy Light monster just like that, but unfortunately, magic blood is obviously harmful to brain health.
There are still violent guys on the head.
Or they didn't see how Dick executed Gul'dan, and they were still trying to fight.
This made Dick feel regretful, so he raised his hand and waved downwards. The moment Guardians of Kings beside him rushed towards the battlefield, Draenei Garrison Commander became more energetic.
They excitedly shouted the names of Vigilant and Saint and launched a one-sided massacre, targeting Orcs who still had weapons in their hands.
The Elemental Spiritss quietly withdrew from the battlefield at this time. The Elemental Lords of Draenor seemed to be preparing to retreat, but Elemental Lords were under fire. The moment Ithenratus sank his body into the magma, the flowing wings on Dick's shoulders vaguely formed again. He looked back at Elemental Lord and said:
"The battle is not over yet. Everyone, when you see the devil coming here, you should know that the war has just begun. If you don't actively prepare for the war with the resisters, where are you going?"
The tone is very gentle.
But Dick did not stop the burning of holy power but continued to push the momentum higher.
When Holy Power Burning was about to re-enter the fighting state, this inquiry finally turned into substantial pressure, exerted on the four Elemental Lord.
They know that the "Warrior of Light" shaped by Holy Light in front of them obviously has something to say.
They have just endured the torture of Curse Code and have no choice. If they are weak and do not want to give it a try with the elemental fusion attitude like when they faced Gul'dan, then they can only listen patiently here.
But Dick did not immediately answer the silence of the elements. The battle was not over yet, and this meeting was still missing the last participant.
In this silence, he bent down and picked up the last Curse Cipher Fragment left by Gul'dan. When Ghost Wolf Gola approached with fear and vigilance, Neri jumped down and walked quickly to Dick.
The archbishop held his hand with some concern, and she said softly:
"There was something wrong with your state just now! That's not the real you! Dick."
"Of course not, it was the part Naaru gave me when it gave me rebirth. Well, Guangyao's guidance?"
Dick looked at those Garrison Commander who were still fighting. He stroked the tail ring on his little finger and said softly:
"The closer I get to the essence of Holy Light, the farther away my mortal emotions are from me. The more I burn the holy power, the purer the light recruits me. But don't worry, I can still find the way "back" now.
You, your tribe, and the World Vow you have established for Argus are the anchors for me and Mortal realm.
With your existence, with the existence of my hometown that has not yet been recovered, with the existence of my oath and my morality, I will never lose my way in that bright light."