The Warrior of Light Kicked Open the Tavern Door and Used Detect Evil Instead of a Greeting

Scouting instead of greeting

"Did you see that? I really didn't lie."

On the deck of a black ghost ship sailing in an unfamiliar galaxy, the pirate captain with a "sad" face pretended to wipe his tears and said in a long voice to Diakum, who was as deep as water:

"The desolate souls in the cabin with nowhere to go were all salvaged from Void Quadrant by myself. That is my responsibility. I want to collect these lost souls.

I used to think that this was a good thing, but when I excitedly handed these poor people over to our "Raven" sages for the first time, I saw with my own eyes how cruelly those old bastards would treat them.

Those bastards will choose the most evil and difficult world line for these already helpless souls, and throw them into it, just like throwing living people into hell.

Just like this time in your life!

But you are a great soul. Even if all your great power and memories are gone, you are still a strong person who has been tempered. With my "little help", you can tenaciously face all the storms that come from fate. All the disasters cannot make you lower your proud back.

However, can those souls whose pasts are obscured even achieve such great deeds?

They can't!"

The pirate waved his hands, and in the background of a mysterious star port that was getting closer and closer to the front, he spat and yelled:

"The vast majority of them don't survive more than a year when they are thrown into the cruel fate. Even if they are lucky enough to adapt to the miserable life, they still have to go on. And the misery and misery they experienced along the way have become the talking points of those superior bastards!

There is also a guy named "Dream God" who is the worst.

That bastard will record all tragedies and keep them as his "Calamity Library" collection. Every time I look through the books that record individual and group disasters, I can hear the echoing screams in them."

"Stop talking!"

Vigilant waved his hand and said in a deep voice:

"These evil gods who take pleasure in playing with other people's fates and wantonly taking away other people's lives are on the pier in front of them, right?"

"Yes! They're in that damn tavern."

The pirate saw Diakum being so angry and saw the golden flames entwining in Vigilant's eyes. He beamed with joy for a moment, as if he had completed some "great prank". However, he stopped his smile the next second, put his pirate hat on his chest, and said to Diakum in a deep voice with an extremely righteous attitude:

"The proud god of death and the vicious raven never go to the dock. They think the shabby place undermines their majesty, but they leave all the dirty work to me, a poor bullied newcomer.

Artisan agreed to join the revolution with me because he is also the target of oppression!

Artisan joined Brotherhood later than I did, but the oppression he suffered was countless. The evil raven took Artisan as his "personal slave". In just a few years, he had oppressed Artisan and shaped several universes for him.

The new universe you just saw is the work of Artisan.

But you have also seen that even in that new universe there is plenty of darkness. You might as well guess where that darkness comes from?

A newborn universe should be clean, so why is there so much darkness there?

Oh, that means our little brothers "Origin" and "Terminus" are strong enough to withstand those disasters, otherwise their fate will be very, very tragic.

But I can't stand it anymore.

I no longer want to see similar tragedies happen again, so after docking for a while, I left it to Artisan and me to resolve the matters on the dock.

You go directly to the pub!

Those bastards are waiting for you there, I guess you will be questioned as soon as you enter, especially the one who is the god of death who treats everyone coldly, as if the entire multi-dimensional world has stolen his rice."

"What are the strengths of the two of them?"

Dick asked.

The pirate rolled his eyes and whispered:

"I'm just a weakling. I can't determine the limit of their strength, but I can be sure that they will pick up one player who is definitely not your opponent. You are a big shot who can Sargeras win.

Except for that rotten gambling boss, Brotherhood no one is your opponent.

You trap them, and Artisan and I take the opportunity to sneak into Raven's laboratory and release all the imprisoned souls.

When it's done, we'll send you a message and you can come on board.

I will take you to escape from this evil place, and then the three of us will start over again to rebuild the great cause of Brotherhood. I have already thought of a name, so it will be called "The House of Light of the Dashing Captain Black and his ascetic ascetic monk brother Diakum"!

"What a bad name"

Even if Vigilant heard about the evil, he would get angry and couldn't help but complain:

"I'm not an ascetic. I have three girlfriends."

"Humph, only three."

The dashing captain suppressed his contempt, but the way he rolled his eyes to the sky undoubtedly betrayed his true thoughts.

He whispered:

"The number of "bathmates" I casually go to take a bath with are more than these. That's okay. According to Holy Light Follower's standards, you are indeed considered an "amorous scumbag".

In short, you must be brave enough to entrust important things to you!

When we defeat the evil plan of Brotherhood of Shadows, the entire multidimensional world will be grateful!

The heavens and the world have suffered for them for a long time.

But you are in rags, how can you come to the door?

In my cabin, there are also various magical weapons made by Artisan specially for this battle. That guy spent a lot of money, and his sacrifice for a just cause is worth remembering forever.

Do you want to pick out a few sets?

Whether it is technology-side or magic-side equipment, he needs the main body to make Godslayer Sword and so on, but his self-cultivation as a "counterfeit dealer" allows him to always make some downgraded versions of things.

There is no need to doubt the destructive power of those artifacts, but there is a problem with their durability."

"No need."

Diakum stood on the bow of the ship, looking at Starsea Homeport getting closer and closer, letting the wind from Void Quadrant blow against him, letting the momentum continue to accumulate.

He said softly:

"I have armor shaped by faith, and I also have a holy blade forged by justice. Wherever Dawn's Light goes, all evil should learn to stay away!"

"Okay! Okay, okay, I can save a lot of equipment money. As expected, Lord of Dawn rolled out of Azeroth's corpse mountain and sea of blood. What he wants is this kind of momentum."

The pirate captain beamed with joy.

He took out a wonderful dice from his arms, handed it to Diakum, and said:

"Now, you've traveled a long way and I don't have anything to give you. This dice counts as a meeting gift from me. Don't dislike it. It has a lot of great power that I have collected from countless Azeroth world lines.

The six sides symbolize Six Forces, and this is a lead-filled dice, which can always reveal the power you need most.

This is far away from the galaxy of Azeroth. When you need Holy Light or the symbol of the power of the void, just flip it."

"Nice decoration."

Vigilant, who was accumulating "Heaven's Reckoning", took the dice and praised:

"Your craftsmanship is also quite good, especially the skill of "stealing the force". To create such a perfect Force Die, you have to steal a lot in various timelines, right?"

"What does "stealing" mean?"

The righteous pirate captain put his hands on his hips and scolded:

"When I went there, no one was watching in the force Holy Land. Since no one was in charge, the most I could do was call "take". I am such a righteous captain, you can't slander me by talking nonsense.

Well, we are about to dock."

He raised his hand and allowed the starry sea boat that was riding the wind and waves to change its course flexibly, allowing it to be blown by the wild and lost wind of the void, and dock very smoothly at this wonderful star port suspended in the void galaxy in front of him.

After the ship's plank decorated with the skulls and souls of nine hundred and ninety evil men was lowered, Lord of Dawn stepped on those screaming evil spirits and arrived at the dock. Everywhere he went, Holy Light gave these evil spirits their final rest. This scene made the captain on the side of the ship very unhappy. This plank decorated with evil spirits and pleasing himself with their screams was his favorite thing.

After being purified by this damn Warrior of Light, I don't know how long it will take to collect the souls of these outstanding villains again.

But considering that he had just tempted this Warrior of Light to cause trouble, Mr. "Two-Face" Blake Shaw still pretended that he did not see this scene.

He stood on the boat, put his pirate hat on his chest, saluted Diakum and said goodbye, watching the menacing Warrior of Light stride towards the Brotherhood tavern above Misty Wharf where the One could see the path.

When Warrior of Light's figure disappeared into the mist, the captain who had been tense finally burst out laughing.

He was as satisfied as if he had completed the most perfect fraud and was about to pull off the most exaggerated prank with his own hands. He smiled so happily that he cried tears of laughter while leaning on the mast, holding his stomach.

"Hahahahaha, I just like dealing with these believers who are full of muscles in their brains! Their lofty personal morals make it almost impossible for them to suspect that all this is a conspiracy.

Ah, I admire myself so much!

I can still hold my nerve when I tell those nonsense with my eyes open, oh my, my acting skills have been greatly improved."

This guy smiled wildly, making the millions of dead souls on his windy ghost ship laugh with him, but the next second, he suddenly turned around like a lunatic and stared fiercely at the laughing ghost sailors.

He cursed:

"Asshole! Did I pay you to waste your time here? Has the deck been painted? Has the cabin been cleaned? Are you still laughing? If you laugh again, I will throw you all into Sea of Darkness and let you learn the required course of serving big people.

Get out!

Go back to work."

Those ghost sailors disappeared on the deck with a whoosh, and for a while the entire ghost ship was filled with fishermen who "worked hard to show up in front of the moody captain."

Just when the pirate captain was going crazy, an alchemist wearing an alchemy robe but with bags under his eyes that reached the realm of "immortal cultivation" yawned and appeared from a door that suddenly opened. He grabbed a pipe and said to the pirate:

"Other Mason are very concerned about whether your plan today will go smoothly? Everyone is following you because the benefits you promised are enough, and we did this without telling the main body. You better be careful and don't cause anything that can't end."

"Snacks? Where can I get some snacks?"

The captain pretended to be dumbfounded and looked around, then he laughed, held the alchemist Mason's shoulder like two good brothers, and whispered:

"Although I think this thing went too smoothly, please believe me, this returning Warrior of Light will definitely be able to be used by us. At least before he retrieves his memory and realizes that I just lied to him, he will become the Dawn God-Sword who defeated Brotherhood of Shadows.

Of course our purpose is not really to overthrow this organization, but it is enough to make those old bastards aware of the complaints of us "newcomers".

Tama has always been adhering to the spirit of "better to lack than to waste", that is, it does not recruit new people!

But as Brotherhood's territory becomes larger and larger, the burden on us becomes heavier and heavier. I'm not a fan of it. I don't know how your Mason family handles this matter, but I can't bear it.

Those old guys must give in! Otherwise, this matter will never end!

Go ahead, go ahead."

He patted alchemist Mason on the shoulder and said with a smile:

"Go back and tell my Artisan good brothers, leave this matter to me, absolutely no problem! Just wait in your respective laboratories to hear the news."

As he spoke, Scumbag Pirate flipped his fingers and quietly handed a bag of precious materials to alchemist Mason. The latter weighed it in his hand, smelled the quality of the materials, and finally nodded with satisfaction before turning around and disappearing through any door.

After this guy also left, Black Shaw looked at the Brotherhood pub on the pier again, sneered, and took out a strange communicator from his arms.

He tossed it up and down in his hand, then took out a pipe made of burning devil's horn. After pressing the button of the communicator in his hand, he blew out smoke rings and said to the other side:

"It's done! I have caused civil strife in Brotherhood. Let your people sneak over quickly and prepare to clean up the mess. Remember to send some good people to prevent cannon fodder from dying.

I'll wait for you on the boat.

What?

Are you worried that I will go back on my word?

You must be sick!

Have you ever engaged in a conspiracy?

How could anyone make a conspiracy and include themselves in it?

I'm already shirtless now, why are you so worried?

Anyway, trust me!

They have been abusing me for a day or two. Do they really think that I am a clay figure with no anger at all?

By the way, remember to bring the reward for inviting me to "betray the organization".

Those are my family and brothers!

So, you have to pay more!"

"Bang"

The door of the Brotherhood pub with an old-fashioned neon light hanging on the door was kicked open by a heavy hoof.

Diakum walked in and saw two guys sitting at the empty bar and chatting. The one on the left was wearing a black armor, surrounded by the cold wind and had an indifferent expression.

It's a Quel'dorei elf.

The one on the right is wearing a red robe, but it is divided into four parts at the bottom of the robe. It looks somewhat similar to the Lich robe. This guy has a grimoire hanging on his waist, but he also carries a strange-looking long sword on the other side.

This is a human being.

The sound of the door being kicked open disturbed the conversation between the two bosses, causing them to turn around in unison. As a result, they saw Diakum raising his hand, and "Detect Evil" was thrown towards them.

Good guy!

The red light symbolizing the evil camp flashed for an instant, and Diakum could hardly open his eyes.

The elf on the left symbolizes the decline of a universe, and countless lives have fallen under his hands.

The one on the right is even more awesome, his ancestral home is directly from hell, and his current title is "Vanity Lord". It's not that he can't be the king of hell, but he has no idea or plan to do so.

If these two guys cannot represent evil, then even Sargeras can be cleared.

"Holy Light, these two evils in front of you are worth fighting!"

Vigilant waved his hand and formed a sword, letting Heaven's Reckoning, who was full of stacks, accumulate momentum for himself and stride forward.

The two people in front of the bar looked at each other. When the black-armored Death God pulled out the undead version of Taeshalach, the red-clothed Vanity Lord rubbed his eyebrows and sighed:

"So, what did Black Shaw, the guy who is afraid of chaos in the world, say to you? Why do I feel that you have become more and more extreme since you came back this time?"

"That pretentious liar treats me as a fool. I know he has his own goals, but I also have my own plans. He thinks he can play with me without giving me back my past memories, but he can't understand that even if I forget the past, my soul is still the same person I once was.

I know more about this place than he does, and it's like I've returned to my old home.

But since he wants to act, it's not like I can't cooperate.

I think it's quite interesting, he's really a sinful but very interesting soul."

Along with the surge of Holy Light, the voice of Lord of Dawn sounded from the light.

He said:

"Just like you two, your evil aura is too strong for me, Warrior of Light, who is passing by, to ignore it. If you are my friends, then I will use this to warn you two to restrain your depraved edge.

If you two are really preparing something evil, then this sword is enough to make you think twice before taking action.

It doesn't matter how you fall when I'm not around.

But I'm back.

So, shouldn't your moral standards be improved?"

"Well, it's such a shame that the good old days of wanton evil are over."

The guy named "Raven" used his luxurious red gloves to pull out the sharp sword named "Judas" from his waist, and Raven's Book flipped through it without wind, releasing obscure and mysterious magic one after another.

He stretched out his voice and sang like he was singing on stage:

"Look, the righteous Warrior of Light broke into the door. Should my evil friends and I lay down our weapons and beg for your forgiveness? Lord Dick."

The God of Death next to him didn't have so many words.

He just held the heavy sword surrounded by undead ghost fire in his hand. When Diakum came with the sword, he made a cold and bone-chilling voice under his faceplate that turned into an ice skeleton:

"Let's make this boring welcome ceremony more lively."