(Additional update for brother "chuck·wesley" [2/5])
Diakum is actually a very easy-to-talk person.
This is how Ancient Eredars who have participated in Thirty-Day Battle with him describe him. Generally speaking, as long as it does not touch Vigilant's bottom line, you can even tell some disrespectful jokes about Holy Light in front of him. If Vigilant is in a good mood, he will even reply to you with a bad joke that is also related to Holy Light.
But this moderation comes with a precondition.
You must be regarded by him as a teammate he can trust, you must have the same firm belief as him, and you must regard the demon of the Burning Legion as a must-kill like him.
Therefore, it is very simple to make friends with Dick, just go hunting demons with him. If you can surpass him in demon hunting, then he will definitely make you a confidant.
On the other hand, it's easy to anger him.
Make peace with the devil in front of him, or create an evil ritual to kill Draenei in front of his eyes, or use your extreme thoughts to seduce those silly and cute Draenei young people and turn them into pathetic militants.
Now, in this battle at this moment, the great traitor Othaar has violated all three taboos
Therefore, he got his wish and saw Diakum Zastinss in the state of "Light Butcher". Even though the other party was still weak after over-consecration and reversal of fate, in the face of his ruthless conquest, Othaar and his the Fallen henchmen didn't even last three minutes before being thrown into Holy Light Judgment's desperate situation.
This is actually quite normal.
Othaar is not an archbishop who is good at martial arts, and tonight's incident happened suddenly, and he had no time to summon the elite soldiers and generals under his command Sargerei to his side. It is good to have Immortal Vigilant, whose combat power is comparable to that of the legend, to guard the door for him.
In his plan, Quaram can buy him at least a few hours, allowing him to summon an elite team of demons in Karabor Temple to escort him to break out. With the help of followers of Sha'tar Altar and Socrethar's Rise, there is a high probability that he can escape.
But plans can't keep up with changes.
In other words, all seemingly feasible plans turned into moons in the well and flowers in the mirror when they encountered a player like Diakum who could cheat.
Having just completed the magic casting, he could only throw out a bunch of spells filled with Fel in vain, but those things let alone break the defense. When Dick unfolded Harbinger of the Sun's Solar Blinding Light, they couldn't even get close to Vigilant.
Instead, those fanatical Sargerei Fallens tried their best to assassinate Vigilant, but were strangled to death one by one.
Hand of Argus's new recruits didn't even need to take action, their commander single-handedly killed through the filthy Fel hall in front of him.
The bodies of those Man'ari were mercilessly burned, leaving only clusters of high-temperature ashes wherever Diakum went. This meant that the legendary talent [Ashbringer] had been activated, and the purified demonic bodies would be wiped out together with their Dragon Soul.
In terms of expressiveness alone, Vigilant at this moment not only scared Othaar, but even made the Warrior who followed him dare not get too close.
However, after Dick released all the pent-up holy power and obtained Eye of the Storm, which can enhance energy control, his Holy Light has been well controlled, and he will not be burned if he enters Solar Blinding Light at this time.
Of course, this exaggerated light and heat distribution will still heat the armor. But this is the field of physics, and Holy Light said that there is nothing he can do about it.
"Stop! Stop!"
When Man'ari, the last one who tried to escape, was pinned to the ground by Dick with Kazzak's Grudge, and screamed and turned into ashes Dispersion in the entanglement of milky white flames, Othaar finally realized his end with extremely clear clarity.
The big red guy was so frightened that it even dropped the Jeweled Battle Sword in its hand and shouted to Diakum who grabbed the war spear:
"I can explain! Listen to me!"
"I'd rather hear you moan."
Dick threw out these words, stepped forward and swung his war spear to hit the Fel shield that Othaar tried his best to hold up, but Holy Light's burning had already destroyed the sacrificial ceremony in the hall, Othaar cannot get the Fel infusion from Twisting Nether and has not yet completed Greater Demon's Demon Ascension as in the official history. He can only rely on his will to survive to fight against the Holy Light attack in front of him.
When Dick waved the war spear for the second time, despair appeared in Othaar's eyes, and he shouted:
"I'm protecting the people in my own way! You stupid and stubborn old man! You don't even know that Polluter of the Burning Legion has set its sights on the Draenei Clan. That the Butcher has burned many worlds of Eredar in the past ten thousand years, and hunting us is its mission.
This world is too barren, it cannot resist the attack of the Burning Legion!
But besides being ruthlessly poisoned by Polluter, our people have a second way to escape destruction.
Yes!
Vigilant, listen to me!
I am different from Gul'dan and those idiots who worship Polluter. What I am loyal to is our former tribe and leader!
Both the Conqueror and the Shaper are helping us secretly!
As long as we become Man'ari, we will be a member of the Burning Legion. Polluter has no reason to attack us and the world. Holy Light cannot save us in this situation. We have been lost in Draenor for more than two hundred years. Lightforged Fleet of Army of the Light has no intention of looking for us at all.
Don't you understand yet?
Draenei Clan has been given up by those weak guys!
What I am walking on is the road saved by the One, and the one who really wants to bring the people to a dead end is you, the stubborn old lunatic who was brainwashed by Holy Light! Do you really think that without the reinforcement of Star Soul, we alone can withstand the Withered Demon Army of Polluter?
Don't be stupid!
It is no longer your time!
Argus's fairy tale should have ended long ago. With a wish that cannot be realized at all, you are still trying to bring innocent people into the return you want.
Damn it!
Argus is now one of the base camps of the Burning Legion in the star sea. Even if we join forces with Army of the Light to return to our hometown, what is the difference between it and dying!
Sober up, Diakum!
You are destroying your people's hope that the One can survive Draenor's doomed demise!"
Othaar's screams and roars made Dick stop his execution. The sharp Kazzak's Grudge was held in his hand, and the bright and wide spear tip of Gleam was pressed against the traitor's red neck.
The white Holy Light was burning and he grinned, but at this moment he could only try his best to express his "justice" so that the Vigilant in front of him would realize his mistake.
"It's such a familiar saying, like a steak that has been chewed at least three times."
Dick stared at Othaar curled up in the corner, and he said:
"I have the impression that someone said similar things to me before Thirty-Day Battle of Argus, so are these bullshit theories taught to you by Sarkir? Treat cowardice and betrayal as survival skills, and slander courage and persistence as illusions.
Haha, it really fits my stereotype of a soft-headed rat like you.
Can you contact Kil'jaeden and Sarkir?"
"Yes, I can, I have Legion Communicator."
Othaar Seeing Diakum's tone soften, he breathed a sigh of relief, pointed to the holy statue on the other side of the hall and said:
"It's just under the sculpture of Saint Tahamatt. It was given to me by Master the Stalker Talgath when we just arrived at Draenor. He personally appeared in the shadows and conveyed to me the Conqueror's concerns about the current situation of the Draenei Clan."
Dick waved his hand, and Maraad immediately went to the sculpture to find Legion Communicator who was hiding there.
Vigilant looked at Othaar and motioned him with his eyes to continue.
In order to survive, Othaar could only do this.
He said:
"The Conqueror and the Shaper have always had their eyes on the Draenei Clan, but they remembered their old friendship and did not intend to execute us personally. It was for this reason that Corrupted Cenarius was recruited by the Shaper into the Burning Legion.
Yes.
I know this is hypocritical!
I couldn't bear to be the executioner of my tribe, so I outsourced this matter to another lunatic. But hypocrisy is hypocrisy. What these two adults have done in the past is more like a qualified leader than you or Velen!
Those Eredar Star Sea Clans defeated by Polluter will receive as much assistance as possible from the two adults.
Holy Light cannot protect our people, but the Conqueror and the Shaper can! In our hometown Argus, millions of Eredar are living there as Man'ari. They are indeed polluted, but so what?
They were able to escape from their precarious life in exile, return to their hometown with an open mind, and get back their Legacy!
Isn't that the ideal of you Ancient Eredars?
Oh, we embrace Holy Light in order to survive in this Dark Night Era, can't we embrace Fel for the same purpose? At least Fel will truly give us the power to protect ourselves, but you and your Holy Light will only make us die for justice!
You are the real hypocrites."
Facing Othaar's increasingly louder scoldings, Dick did not answer. He turned back to look at the children of the Governor's Guard and said:
"Is this what he said to confuse you?"
"No, Vigilant, he never mentioned anything that would require us all to fall to humble survival."
The female Warrior before said with a look of disdain, anger and disgust:
"He only promised that we would launch a strong response to Orcs. If we had known his purpose earlier, we would have reported this cowardly bastard to the Aldor priests."
"But you now hear Othaar's purpose, which he calls "The One's salvation."
Dick pointed to the traitor with a hateful face and said:
"Children, it's time to make a choice. Are you going to give up Holy Light and embrace Fel for the power and destiny promised by Othaar?
Or should you continue to fight in the Draenor world with your compatriots who believe in Holy Light, fight against Polluter Withered Demon Army, whom Othaar considers to be invincible, and protect the hometown in your hearts?"
"My lord, this is not a choice at all!"
The woman Warrior said loudly:
"Draenei has been in exile in the sea of stars for twenty-five thousand years. Our fathers have battled wits and courage with demons for twenty-five thousand years. For us, there is no compromise or surrender when fighting demons.
It is normal for everyone to have different opinions on Great Prophet's desire to seek peace with Orcs, but if someone tells us that we must kneel down to the devil to find a way out, then everyone present will not agree with this shameless statement!
We have seen many worlds destroyed by the Burning Legion in the star sea.
Those extinguished stars tell the tragedy. Joining Burning Legion is not only a betrayal of ourselves, but also means that we will become accomplices in the disaster of the star sea! And what those Man'aris who obey the command of Kil'jaeden and Sarkir in various worlds cannot be hidden from us at all!
Any struggle to survive is bullshit. As Burning Legion commanders, they like to command demons to destroy everywhere. They hope to turn other people's world into the hell of their hometown in their eyes, and therefore feel a sickening sense of accomplishment and satisfaction!
Our fathers captured Man'ari during their travels. The images of those guys receiving Judgment are still the teaching materials of the Garrison Commander course. As we all know, magic images have time stamps and cannot be faked.
Othaar is just a frightened coward, and his selfish choices do not represent the thoughts of us young people at all.
Please rest assured!
When it comes to fighting against the devil, we inherit the courage and faith of our ancestors."
Dick nodded with satisfaction.
He looked at Othaar and said:
"Look, your rhetoric is so pathetic that you can't even seduce young people. How dare you use such pathetic rhetoric to seduce a Warrior of Light? Open this contact and I want to talk to the leader of the Fallens!"
"Bewitching? Haha, if you think this is bewitching, then go ask the young people at Sargerei."
Othaar is also broken.
He sneered and said sarcastically:
"Saint in the light, everyone can say nice things, but in the face of the attack of the Withered Demon Army from Polluter, I at least came up with a solution. What about you? You will only lead these young people to die, just like you did in the Argus world.
Dark Titan clearly gave you another choice
Ah, twenty-five thousand years of exile, what kind of tragic ending is worthy of this suffering of displacement?
Diakum, you!
You're just a clown trying to fight fate."
He activated the Legion Communicator in front of him. During the operation of the Fel device that could not be understood from the engineering concept, crimson beams of light ejected from the weaving, and soon a familiar figure formed in front of Dick.
Although it is not a holographic projection, you can vaguely see that the other party is sitting on an exaggerated throne, with a grimoire in his hand and he is slowly flipping through it.
It is worth mentioning that there is a beautifully made skull suspended on this guy's shoulder but a piece of his head is missing.
"Othaar? Why are you contacting me at this time? You see, kid, I'm very busy. It's never easy to train those ineffective juniors into outstanding spellcasters.
Especially the uncontrollable violent mind caused by drinking Fel.
Alas, it would be great if my assistants and students at that time were still there. They really have great experience in education."
A long, somewhat mocking voice sounded from Legion Communicator's illusion.
The standard Ancient Eredar Language, with a bit of Oronaar's upper-class accent from a big city, is extremely particular about word choice and sentence construction, and uses cumbersome adverbs that cannot even be found in today's Draenei slang.
But not only can Dick speak it, but he is also good at and likes this complex but exquisite language. It represents the imprint of "hometown", and there are few such things left in this era.
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"You're going to die, right, Othaar. Looking at the fear that can't be hidden in your eyes, I know that you have encountered trouble that you can't solve.
I've told you more than once that you can't do big things with little cleverness, and you can't trust the success or failure of things to reliable collaborators, but it seems that you haven't been able to absorb the wisdom I gave you.
What a terrible apprentice."
The familiar voice of Sarkir echoed in the hall purified by Holy Light. After ridiculing Othaar's incompetence, the figure in the illusion finally raised his head.
The body shape of Eredar is standard, but it is completely different from the red skin of the Fallen. Sarkir, Great Demon Lord and Demon Body miraculously maintain their original skin color, but the eyes that are dancing with Fel sparks betray it.
It looked at Diakum Zastinss that appeared in front of it with a look of surprise and nostalgia.
After a moment of silence, it took a deep breath, with a gentle smile on its face like an old friend meeting, waved in an elegant Arcane Mage manner, and said:
"It's so nice to see you, Diakum, my child.
I'm curious, how long did it take you to wake up from Holy Light's "blessing"? How long did it take to find Othaar, a not-so-excellent apprentice?"
"Really?"
Dick sighed and said:
"We haven't seen each other for more than 25,000 years, and this is the first thing we said after meeting? You can even curse the two failures I brought you, but now you make me feel very strange, Sarkir.
I can understand Kil'jaeden's "The Conqueror" title, but what does your unclear "The Shaper" mean?"
"Ah, forgive me for being rude, Diakum, I have always wanted to ask you that question that you didn't answer me before, but seeing the way you are loved by Holy Light now, I know that you have made up your mind to go to hell on this road."
Sarkir swung his fingers and let the strange skull rotate around it.
It closed its magic book and said to Dick like an old friend meeting after not seeing each other for a long time:
""The Shaper" is the nickname I gave myself. I think there are too many idiots like you who are talented but have gone in the wrong direction in this star sea. I hope to use my wisdom to help you regain your correct ideals and life.
You see, my most proud work is that strange man with antlers who wants to spread the plague of House of Plagues all over the sea of stars all day long.
But when I shaped it, it seemed that I had "exerted too much force", causing it to have some ambitions that it shouldn't have. Its jumping up and down over the past few thousand years has made Kil'jaeden and I lose all patience.
But since Othaar's "rescue" failed, it means that you will see Polluter soon.
Based on the level of your "old friend" in my memory, there is a high probability that that guy will become a not-so-excellent but tough opponent for you, Diakum. Defeat it, kill it, and let the little Yakuza spirit Dispersion, who is becoming more and more unruly, make room for me to welcome the arrival of the third real master of the Burning Legion.
Kil'jaeden hopes that person is Velen.
But I have objections to this. I think you who can devote all your enthusiasm and persistence to a big cause are obviously more suitable.
Ah, when the Butcher of Holy Light degenerates into a Great Demon Lord, the whole star sea will tremble in the Fel craze you set off."
"Of course I'm looking forward to the moment we meet, Sarkir."
Dick responded:
"I don't want to be so rude, but the fact is that you should be grateful that Velen saved you in Oronaar City more than 20,000 years ago. If I hadn't made some mistakes at that time, you would have died long ago.
I will personally finish what I failed to finish, and the ending of your son Archimonde will be your ending!"
"Well, you want to anger me, but you still have to abide by the rules, and the rules are now in my hands, Diakum. You have to kill Polluter to be qualified to challenge me and Kil'jaeden.
You'd better do this quickly."
Sarkir reminded:
"Our master has once again found the place of destiny he desires. If you really want to fight against destiny, there is not much time left for you, child. Compared with the real great deeds, everything that happens in the world of Draenor is nothing more than a third-rate track on the edge of the stage.
If you don't get on that glorious stage, you will never be able to transcend.
I've been to that world!
I and the entire Burning Legion suffered an unforgettable failure there, and I have to admit that it was indeed much more majestic and luckier than Argus.
I have a feeling, Diakum, we will meet there eventually.
By the way, about my miserable apprentice Othaar
Give him a good time, okay?
That was the ending he deserved as a not-so-great Betrayer, a third-rate conspirator, and a shameful careerist immersed in power."
"No! No!!! You promised me!"
After hearing Sarkir's gentle "request", Othaar was completely desperate.
This ferocious Man'ari fell to his knees, struggled and shouted:
"You have given me my true name! The Shaper, and you have promised me eternity! You can't just give up on me! I have given up everything Consecration for your desire!"
"Actually I can, kid."
Sarkir still said in a calm tone:
""Socrethar the Eternal" is your Demon Ascension desire. All I promise you is the qualification to board this road. You need to rely on yourself to trek hard to reap the glory of Demon Ascension. Eternal Ones will be born in Draenor, but that may not be you.
That's just a name.
Alas, Draenei's understanding ability is so poor now. I really don't know how Velen is doing basic education?
It seems that after losing my carefully built Arcane Academy, Draenei has also become stupid. You should learn more from my "best friend" Diakum, so that he will not say such stupid things.
He knows that everything he desires must be obtained with his own hands, rather than asking for mercy from others.
My child, I have one last piece of truth for you!
For uncontrolled ambition, you'd better defeat it and tame it. If you can't, destroy it as soon as possible.
Look at how you are now dragged down by your ambition.
Alas, it's just a rotten tree that cannot be entrusted with wishes and expectations. Burning in the Holy Light fire is the One ending you deserve."
Before Legion Communicator was destroyed by Dick, the Shaper made a Eredar funeral gesture to the dying person in style.
The next second, Othaar was pressed to the ground by the hot Lightsworn Hand.
Dick fixed his shoulder with his right hand, and placed his left hand on Othaar's forehead as Priest preached.
The latter struggled, screamed, and prayed, without any dignity that an archbishop should have. Finally, under the gaze of young Draenei and the two archbishops, the milky white Holy Light was poured into Othaar's torso, flesh and blood, and then turned into ashes and broken bones in the hands of Dick chanting Holy Light Proverb.
The spirit strangled his neck in the air and screamed silently, trying to pray for mercy from Holy Light, who had been abandoned by him.
Holy Light did not respond. Instead, it burned and burned more decisively. The last curse and scream of the spirit turned into a fierce wind and hit Diakum, blowing the latter's hair.
That was his last counterattack.
What a pity, in the end he couldn't become the "Eternal Ones" he longed for.
"Calling all archbishops and second-level Executive Officer to come to Karabor Temple."
Vigilant turned around and said to Akama:
"In the name of the commander-in-chief of the Draenei Clan armed forces, I require them to come on time to attend the upcoming two-community meeting between Great Prophet and Ner'zhul Chieftain. I will only give them two days! Those who fail to do so will have their positions cancelled.
Neri, you immediately lead the rangers to Socrethar's Rise. Arcane Mage will send Garrison Commander there as well. Maraad will serve as your adjutant to surround and hunt down the followers of Sargerei there.
If the Fallen people dare to resist
Kill without mercy!"