Chapter 670 Diakum, who is full of evil, your incident has happened! Come with us
"Charisma" is a very mysterious thing.
This thing is a superposition of personality charm, legends and other very complicated factors, but it is a real thing. Some people have that kind of magical power that can make others risk their lives for them.
Generally, such people have a strong ability to incite, and when encountering unexpected problems, using an outstanding speech to solve the problem is their basic operation.
Diakum is a Priest, so he is very good at preaching. This is one of his basic professional ethics.
Great Chieftain Blackhand carefully dug a hole for him, but Vigilant used a few words to incite the demon slayers of House of the Chosen, especially the Rune Sword in his hand, which came from Primus, and could not be faked at all!
This generation represents that Vigilant really has a sacred Grand Plan who can "slay the devil", and Death Primus, who is famous for being "victorious in every battle", has become his "Invincible strategist"!
This made these stubborn undead souls who still couldn't let go of their hatred of the devil after death extremely excited. They burst out with a passion that even the living were afraid of, and quickly devoted themselves to preparations for the "Holy War".
Great Chieftain Blackhand was stunned to see all this.
Horse riding.
When I was working under me before, I never saw you being so active in anything I asked you to do! Why are you so excited now when a Warrior of Light passing by Maldraxxus casually said a few words?
What I know is that you all regard Light Butcher as your idol in life. What I don't know is that you think Diakum has mastered some cosmic-level charm technique.
Well, as far as the prestige of "Light Butcher" among demon slayers is concerned, it's basically not much different from having a cosmic-level charm spell.
What's even more terrifying is that Burning Crusade lasted twenty-five thousand years!
Now I don't know how many souls in Four Covenants in Shadowlands were sent to World of Death by demons. In the five secret courtyards of Maldraxxus alone, there are many death heroes who have a blood feud with demons.
This is also the reason why Great Chieftain Blackhand threw out the "Devil-killing" flag and was able to gather such a powerful Burning Legion in a short period of time.
The result of the demons' inaction is that there are many enemies in hell.
Hello!
You simple devil brats don't really think that if you hack each other to death in a magical world where Death Force exists, that's the end of it, right?
Oh, the dead in the abyss sleep with hatred on their heads, and every roar in their sleepless dreams is filled with revenge.
Great Chieftain Blackhand would carefully serve Diakum the Saint who came here. He looked at Vigilant who was checking the terrain of Shadowlands in front of his military map. He later realized that Vigilant, the famous Light Butcher, had the greatest influence, not in the Material Star Sea.
It's exactly in Shadowlands!
As long as an undead does not intend to give up his hatred of the country and the devil, then Diakum just needs to climb up and wave, the number of Warriors he can recruit in this country of the dead is simply infinite.
Hiss, this is too scary.
Saint of Holy Light leads the undead souls running in his shadow to beat up demons in order to protect life and restore order?
Damn it!
You took all of Six Forces by yourself, buddy.
Is this the legendary "Chosen One"?
I Blackhand is really convinced.
"What are you thinking about? You still have such a strange expression."
Diakum turned his head and glanced at Great Chieftain Blackhand who was performing "Yan Yi". He seemed to have guessed what Blackhand was thinking, shook his head and sighed:
"Here we go to Ma Zhuo to recruit the old troops and kill the demons with a hundred thousand banners."
"What a poem, what a poem."
Great Chieftain Blackhand, with a dead face, praised perfunctorily, and then said:
"You have somewhat underestimated your influence. House of the Chosen alone can now recruit no less than 300,000 elite sword fighters and Death Knight. If the recruitment scope is expanded to the entire Maldraxxus, under the operation of His Excellency Medivh, it will not be a problem to operate a million troops for you in minutes.
However, for so many people to want to have a decisive battle with the Burning Legion is a bit too underestimated of the demons."
"What if we add the Maw's Mawsworn army?"
Diakum waved his finger and said:
"What if Zovaal is willing to hand over the army of death that he has accumulated for countless years to my command?
What if the entire the Maw, together with all the drowned Vengeful Spirit in the Gorgea Soul-Gathering River that is said to flow through all the worlds of the living, follow my demon-slaying Battle Standard?
I hold the power of all the death battle groups in Shadowlands in my hands, and choose to have a "strategic decisive battle" in a certain world with the Burning Legion, which has just suffered a heavy blow. If in that war I can still find Army of the Light and all the demon slayers in the star sea, as well as the most ferocious insect swarm in Sea of Darkness as helpers.
What do you think my chances of winning are?
Can I completely defeat the devil's domineering spirit that has been cultivated for more than 20,000 years in one battle? Can I completely break the backbones of the demons in this battle?
Can we use this victory to completely drive the demons back to their Twisting Nether, so that they will not dare to set their sights on the Material Star Sea for many years to come?
Can I try to exterminate them?"
Faced with Vigilant's questions, Great Chieftain Blackhand remained silent.
He thought hard for more than ten seconds before speaking:
"Sargeras is still there, the devil will never lose!"
"What if"
Diakum said softly:
"Sargeras also lost?"
Great Chieftain Blackhand didn't dare to answer.
The question was undoubtedly beyond his wildest and most arrogant fantasies.
But his silence was deafening at this moment. Death Marquis, who represented House of the Chosen, finally let go of his boring pride at this moment and chose to be Vigilant's hand of war in the next conquest.
"So, are all the areas in Shadowlands here?"
Diakum pointed at the military map dedicated to Maldraxxus and asked Great Chieftain Blackhand.
The latter coughed and whispered:
"Not all the countries that have been discovered so far are on this map. The constant blowing of the storms in the interrealm makes it impossible to determine the location of many small countries. It is said that only Attendant of the Gods people know how to accurately locate every world in System of Destiny.
But these small countries are basically vassals of Four Covenants and shoulder some less important responsibilities in System of Destiny."
Blackhand thought for a while and explained in a more understandable way:
"After all, there are so many lives in Material World, there will always be some weird guys born who cannot be accepted by the definition of Four Covenants at the same time, but will not be thrown into the Maw.
These small countries are often prepared for these strange souls, so locals generally call these small countries with uncertain locations "weird small countries".
There are also some special cases.
For example, some peculiar races can bypass Arbiter's arbitration because of their special talents, and they are often sent to countries unique to their respective races.
In fact, if you think about it carefully, the traditional "Ancestral Spirit" of our Orcss is the perfect embodiment of this situation. The Ancestral Spirits are not in Four Covenants, and they are certainly not in the Maw. They have their own kingdom of the dead, and that is also part of Shadowlands."
Having said this, Blackhand shrugged and said:
"Even though I have become Death Marquis, I still cannot understand the existence mode of Ancestral Spirit, but this does not affect my ability to confirm that we Orcs are a special race. Even among Land of the Dead, we are also special."
"Why are you so racist when you're already dead? It seems like I didn't "educate" you enough back then!"
Diakum scolded:
"Go and do your thing. Don't worry that I will take away your status and power in House of the Chosen. I will leave in a moment. I came to Maldraxxus just to see how outrageous things you, a swindler like you, can do.
At first glance, I found that you integrated House of the Chosen very well.
All factors of instability have been eliminated, and House of the Chosen has become a powerful force that can launch war at any time.
I'm very satisfied.
As you said, when the order of destiny collapses and the boundaries of Life and Death are not so strict, that is when you return to Material World.
It's time to face the devil
If you stretch your hips, it's not my person you're losing.
After all, your daughters and sons will also go on an expedition with you. Considering your failed first half of life, this may be the last time you correct your "father's majesty".
Get a grip."
"Hmm."
Great Chieftain Blackhand did not refute, he asked:
"So, whose order should I obey next?"
"Are you stupid?"
Dick said in surprise:
"You are already Death Marquis, a noble person above ten thousand people under Maldraxxus. Whose orders do you still need to obey? When Primus returns, the order of Maldraxxus will most likely be rewritten.
I'm not going to get involved.
So, just obey your orders and do the right thing at the right moment.
Go help me find Mr. Heirmir, the disciple of Primus, the "bonesmith". I need his help to install the hilt of this Rune Sword and make some modifications on the way."
"Oh, okay."
Great Chieftain Blackhand backed out without forgetting to close the door.
Being so sensible made Diakum curl his lips. The once unruly Great Chieftain Blackhand's experience in Land of the Dead actually paid off.
It seems that this Maldraxxus is really a paradise for war madmen like Orcs. Black Wolf God chose a good place to send Green Skinss here.
Dick looked away from the map, took out the Rune Sword and placed it on the table. He waited for the bonesmith to come over, and by the way, he sensed the body of Material World that he still had left.
His body is still walking in the black hole-like stomach of Dymus. The circulation of Light-Shadow Coexistence has entered the real right track under the external pressure, and the conversion of light and shadow in dynamic balance has become more and more skillful.
And Devourer of Worlds is still frantically devouring Pain of Eclipse that belongs to Diakum. The absorption of power from An'she has caused Diakum's Sun God body to be covered with broken cracks, as if it is about to completely split from the inside.
However, this is just a form and trend of transformation from "fusion" to "rebirth". At this time, Diakum is facing the test of a race against time.
Just like a Kil'jaeden, being broken by Dymus from the outside means the death of Vigilant. If it can be broken from the inside first, it means the rebirth of "Lord of Dawn".
Dick is very confident about this.
He knew that everything was progressing steadily according to his plan.
On the contrary, it seems that Dymus, which currently has the "big advantage", is in a very bad state.
Dick keenly noticed that the cold "Black Embers" had appeared in Devourer of Worlds's black hole stomach, as if this powerful Lesser God and the Devourer were being sacrificed to Eclipse.
What's worse, Dymus can't stop now.
It has established a "stable" connection with Eclipse by swallowing the power of Diakum. Once it stops now, Eclipse Illusion, which extinguishes all things, will engulf and assimilate it in an instant.
What a poor guy.
If it wants to seize the great power of Diakum, it must first endure the pain of Diakum. The question is, Dick and Radiant Holy Light can resist the assimilation of Eclipse with firm faith. What does Dymus have?
It has nothing but a good appetite!
Thinking of this, Diakum laughed weirdly.
This smile was caught by Lord Heirmir the Bonesmith who walked into the secret room belonging to Death Marquis. This master of the underworld who learned the Death Artifact forging skills from Primus asked curiously:
"Did you notice something good happened?"
"Well, I just remembered an ancient legend about Pandaria."
Dick smiled and handed Rune Sword to the bonesmith.
Although this was the first time the two met, he knew a lot about the bonesmith.
For example, although this bonesmith is dressed as a skeleton in armor and has a very fierce style, she is actually a "girl".
Moreover, Heirmir the Bonesmith is the oldest existing mortal soul of Maldraxxus. When she followed Primus to learn forging skills, Maldraxxus did not even give birth to a system like the Five Great Secret Academy.
This bonesmith may seem low-key and ordinary, but she has really witnessed the development and rise of Maldraxxus, and she also knows all the secrets of this land.
The most important thing is that as Primus's most trusted disciple, the bonesmith may know her mentor's terrible plans and ambitions.
She was very wary now, fearing that Diakum would ask some questions that he shouldn't ask, but contrary to the bonesmith's expectation, Dick did not ask any questions, and just told the story in a gentle voice.
He said:
"It is said that in the ancient times of Azeroth's Pandaria Continent, there was a strong Grand Master Monk who was swallowed by a ferocious peacock. Later, Monk tore the peacock's body apart and escaped.
When Monk achieved great things, everyone respectfully called him "Buddha", and the peacock who had eaten him was also respectfully called "Mother of Buddha" because he "gave birth to him".
I found that my current situation is really similar to that of Monk, so in the future, when I leave the black hole stomach of Devourer of Worlds, will Mr. Dymus also be called "the father who gave birth to the dawn" or other exaggerated titles?"
"Poor Void Creature will be burned to death by Sunfire, crushed to death in the most horrific manner that Void Creature can never imagine."
The bonesmith seemed to be looking at the Rune Sword left by his mentor, and sighed:
"With all due respect, Mr. Diakum, your Monk joke is a bit too hellish. But considering that we are in "hell" now, I would say, it's actually okay. If Dymus can survive, I personally would like to respectfully call it "Father of Dawn".
Well, assuming it survives.
But to be honest, I'm pessimistic about this. Okay, let's talk about how you want to modify this Rune Sword.
This is the craftsmanship of Primus, which gives it infinite possibilities.
Embracing death is just the most boring of all the possibilities of this sword. You should know the power of the two Rune Swords forged before Primus."
She said:
"So, do you want to have your own "Frostmourne"?"
"You really know where Primus is!"
Diakum knocked on the table and whispered:
"The fact that "Runecarver" made Frostmourne and Helm of Domination for the Jailer is a secret. I know that the bad old man Primus has back-ups, and you are one of his back-ups. So, do you think, when is the right time for us to rescue him?"
The bonesmith fell silent.
After a few seconds, she sighed and said:
"You must at least have other marks in your hand, right?
Eldest Daughter's, Winter Queen's, plus Primus's. Only the aggregation of five seals can open the channel of Zereth Mortis. Only then can my gloomy old mentor mentor stand up and take charge of the overall situation as "Perfect Victim"."
"Anyone who comes, stop! This is House of the Chosen territory, leave immediately!"
A fierce soul-selected warrior, leaning on his halberd, scolded the mysterious man in a black hood who came in front of him:
"House of the Chosen is receiving distinguished guests, we do not welcome visitors."
"I know he's here!"
The visitor, who covered his whole body with a black hood, said in a mute voice:
"I want to see him! He turned me into this ghost, he turned me into a monster, and I want to see Diakum Zastinss! Don't block the way, Soul Chosen, if you still want to continue this depraved life of killing each other."
"Huh?"
This advice was obviously regarded as a provocation by the soul-chosen warriors, so the powerful warrior grabbed his halberd and rushed towards him.
But the next second, a pair of huge black wings spread out in front of his eyes. Amid the ominous black feathers, the sharp halberd was lifted off with a roar that shook the earth.
"Don't block the road!"
Loyalty, "Doubt Saint" Devos scolded:
"I just want to meet the demagogue. I just have a lot of questions and I need to get answers from him."
PS:
Will update 3+5 tomorrow.
Devos and Uther in the official history are as follows: