Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 109 8. Sad! The Vigilant Saint has become a walking holy light nuclear bomb, but the good news is that someone in front of him deserves a beating

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The deep sound of a horn rang out without warning at the second dawn. A sturdy Ogron warrior blew the oldest horn of war at the highest point of the Ganthenium Temple, allowing the sound of disputes that had been passed down in the Goria Empire for nearly a thousand years to instantly spread throughout the smoke-filled battlefield of Highmaul.

The gate of the Ganymede Temple, which had been closed for more than half a month, was thrown open. Led by the wizard leader Mar'gok's most trusted Ogron twin warriors, Poole and Phemoth, the last elite troops guarding King Goria strode out of their fortress with battle flags. The vibration of their marching forward even caused a uniform "dong dong dong" echo.

These ogres are very different from the poor ogre bandits on the continent of Draenor who only wear a piece of cloth as clothes and carry a leftover thigh bone as a weapon.

Each of them has had their wisdom and strength catalyzed by the Apexis crystal. Not only are their bodies a circle larger than ordinary ogres, but each of them has thick and sturdy steel armor. Their entire body, including their big faces, is covered with the rough but practical armor. The brutal weapons made of animal bones and steel in their hands can set off a storm of flesh and blood anytime and anywhere.

Not to mention, this army not only has brave warriors but also powerful and mysterious rune wizards.

Ogre spellcasters loyal to the Sorcerer-Overlord serve as commanders of battle bands, combining their wisdom, brute strength, and brutal leadership to form Mar'gok's most feared war hands.

This is the "King's Guard" of the Wizard Leader, and can only be selected from the purest bloodline of the Gorian Ogres.

Don't underestimate these guys because they are few in number. However, in the battle when the Warsong Clan broke into the city, they, under the command of the leader, caused great trouble to the Warsong Clan which was several times larger than themselves. In the end, they even forced Grom Hellscream to personally carry out the battlefield assault. He used Gorehowl to injure the wizard leader and completed a wonderful decapitation operation, thus repelling the brutal Gorian army.

But the empire was indeed in decline.

Before the rise of orc civilization and when most of Draenor was still ruled by the Gorian Empire, an elite empire like this could assemble several large legions in minutes. At that time, there were Gorian Empire expeditions and slave-hunting teams all over the continent, and their rule even extended to the mysterious Ashland Islands outside the continent.

To this day, a large number of relics of the Ogre Empire still remain on the island of Ashlan. During the "dark time" when Diak'um, the "little sun" of the Draenei people, had not yet awakened, the Sha'tar treasure hunters under the command of the great traitor Othar conducted archaeological excavations on the island of Ashlan almost every day. Many arcane relics of the Ogre Empire were dug out in this way.

After seeing the majestic appearance of the King's Guard, it is not difficult to understand why the brutal and sinister ogre magician Cho'gall chose to lay siege instead of actively attacking after the Warsong Clan retreated and the siege was taken over by the Twilight's Hammer Clan.

It's not that it doesn't want to, but the group of mismatched and motley clan members under its command are simply unable to launch a decent offensive. Of course, this is normal. This is a "Warlock Clan", and when the concentration of warlocks in a certain place is too high, right?

But Gu'dan also has a way. He summoned the white orcs from the Nagrand grasslands to gather here, intending to use the void magic to corrode the ancient magic barrier to give the wizard leader a hard time, but guess what?

Just when the results were about to come out, hey, that damn Margok actually took the initiative to attack!

Blanch!
Anyway, when the hiding Gugal heard the news that the wizard leader led the army out of the Gantheon Temple, both heads of this black-skinned, two-headed ogre magician ached.

This bastard, why doesn’t it play by the rules?
"Are you sure Mar'gok has left his palace? (Is it a magical illusion? That weakling loves to play those tricks!)"

The sturdy and brutal two-headed ogre magician grabbed the orc warlock who came to report the news and lifted him into the air. Seeing the warlock nodding frantically, its two heads, "Gu" and "Gar", roared at the same time:
"But why? (Yeah! Why give up your turtle shell and run out to die?)"

"I can't come!"

The orc warlock, who was being held by the ogre magician, was completely bewildered. He screamed:

"But those White Walkers screamed, 'The King is Coming!' Didn't you say that White Walkers are very sensitive to energy fluctuations? If they all said that, then it proves that the one who appeared on the battlefield was indeed Mar'gok himself.

You'd better go over there quickly!

That ogre leader has gone mad, slashing through three streets with his staff in one hand and his sword in the other! Our clan members are being slaughtered like pigs by him. He's so brave, and his soldiers' morale is so high. Our warriors are not as strong as Grom Hellscream, and there's no way we can stop his rampage!

If this continues, the battle line will collapse."

"Haha, of course you can't stop me! (Mar'gok has strength and wisdom, he's the strongest ogre!)"

With a sneer, Gu'dan threw the cowardly warlock aside. He stood up, patted the waste slag on his body that was splashed by forging, and pulled out an unfinished purple-black one-handed warhammer from the ancient magic forge in front of him that once belonged to the wizard leader.

The shape of that thing is very strange and looks full of evil.

Even though it was not yet finished, when Cho'gall picked up the warhammer, the orc warlocks around him who were helping with the forging could still feel dizzy.

"Well, Twilight Hammer, what a pity, in this world without Void Echoes, you simply cannot take shape. (But it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, we have obtained the most perfect proto-embryo, we just need to wait patiently for the arrival of the Twilight Hour.)"

Gugaer stroked the alien warhammer in his hand with regret, and that disgusting loving gesture was like stroking his own child.

Its rough hands didn't care about the flames still burning on the forging hammer. The flames even obeyed its call and wrapped around Gugall's fingers, forming one unique and strange dark light rune after another.

This is clearly not a warlock's spell.

At least Gul'dan never taught this ogre apprentice similar spells. Although he became Gul'dan's disciple early on, Cho'gall has always been "self-taught".

It has no interest in summoning demons and even has some resistance to it. Although it is proficient in manipulating fel energy due to its natural talent in spellcasting, it is very likely a rare high-level warlock in the Shadow Council who has not drunk the blood of demons.

Gu'dan was fond of the attainments of shadow magic, and during a certain "adventure", he realized the secret of "Twilight Power" from the sharing of the White Orcs.

Yes, this guy is a rare genius warlock who is proficient in shadow, fel energy and void.

When other warlocks pledged their loyalty to the Burning Legion, he had already kneeled down to worship the Void early on. Moreover, the Void was very generous. For a talented guy like Cho'gall, the Sunless Sea was not stingy with its gifts.

For example, the "Twilight Hammer" in its hand, which was forged by it personally, its forging process and techniques come from the truth taught by the Lightless Sea.

Of course, even if you don't know these inside information, just looking at the sharp crystal spikes covering the handle and hammer body of this warhammer, you can tell that it has an extraordinary origin. That is not the Apexis crystal that the ogre wizards are best at using. It is a more "advanced" thing obtained through the close cooperation between the Shadow Council and the Draenei traitors.

"Ah, the time for revenge has come, children, follow me to kill the arrogant wizard leader! (Burn its body! Give its soul to the devil, and leave the power and authority to me!)"

Holding the still-hot Twilight Hammer, Gudan laughed and kicked open the door of the ancient forge.

As the ogre wizards waiting outside the door watched in awe, Gul'dan raised his weapon high in the air. In an instant, a powerful shadow covered his body, and the muttering white orcs knelt down in terror.

These hideous aliens shouted noisily and crazily, "The God of Twilight has arrived!" and prostrated themselves before Gul'gall, regarding him as the embodiment of their faith.

"Go! Summon the creatures of chaos, spread the bounty of the void across these ruins! (Let the raging, rebellious lands fight for me! Let the might of twilight sound the death knell of Mar'gok!)"

Gugall gave brutal orders to his white ghost followers, and those alien creatures immediately scattered. They wanted to summon the power corroded by the void according to Gugall's orders, and use it as a trump card to ambush and kill the wizard leader.

As for those ogre wizards who had recently surrendered, Gugaar was very polite.

This two-headed ogre, who had been expelled from Highmaul for his "different political views" years ago, looked at his compatriots. Both of his heads showed a hypocritical and cruel smile. He waved his hands and called out enthusiastically:
Those who have abandoned the dark and joined the light, rest assured. The majesty of Highmaul is long gone! (Warchief Blackhand promised to share the bloody victory of Draenor with us. The Gorian Empire will be reborn in your hands.)
After Mar'gok is burned to death by my own hands, the secrets of the ancient divine runes of the Gorian Empire will be shared by all! (The power of the runes left by our ancestors should not be enjoyed by one person alone; all ogre wizards can learn the supreme power.)
Come with me, and join me on the battlefield. (There is no need for you to siege Mar'gok! This will be the final battle between me and it, you will hold back those who are irrelevant.)
Yes! We will end the cruel king's foolish rule with the traditions of the Ogres! (Yes, Ogres need no king! The enslaved will be free.)"

You know what, this guy's two ferocious heads both have pretty good eloquence.

It could keenly discern the concerns of these defectors and, in the dialogue between its two heads, made promises that satisfied the wizards.

In addition to the continued decline of the Gorian Empire, Mar'gok's current situation is indeed related to the stingy and brutal ruling style of the wizard leader. The rune secrets inherited from the Gorian Empire have always been firmly in the hands of the wizard leader's family. It is difficult for the ogre wizards of Highmaul to learn the true power of arcane magic, which is enough to make these greedy and cunning upper classes dissatisfied.

The reason why the "upstart" Gul'gall was expelled and almost died at the hands of the assassins sent by the Wizard Leader was because Gul'gall had been clamoring to win over other wizards. They formed a new circle and constantly put pressure on Mar'gok, asking him to share the ancient secrets of power.

But Margok clearly had no intention of sharing his knowledge.

Although Cho'gall was exiled and has been following Gul'dan as a wandering ogre for many years, and even set up a new group in the Shadow Council and created the Twilight's Hammer Clan, a strange and evil gang with mixed races, the "connections" that this guy left in Highmaul are still there.

This is also the main reason why so many ogre wizards defected after Cho'gall replaced Grom Hellscream to preside over the Battle of Highmaul.

The ogre wizards could easily convince themselves that this was not a rebellion!
This was just another performance of the Goria Empire's nearly thousand-year tradition of "brutal succession". Before the new king was born, they chose not to help either side.

Although the cunning fellow Gugall might not fulfill his promise to share knowledge and power after the war, he at least made the gesture of sharing, while their king had always been stingy and unwilling to share power.

Therefore, at least for the disunity among the spellcasters, the wizard leader Mar'gok does have to bear some responsibility.

The political struggles of the Ogre Empire are really no worse than those of other races. Or rather, the politicians in this world and all the worlds are the same. If they don't know how to share power, then being overthrown is only a matter of time.

Led by Cho'gall, the ogre wizards, wearing the warlock uniforms of the Twilight's Hammer clan, strode out of the ruins of the city. They soon arrived near the Gandenon Temple. The battlefield here had turned into a chaotic fight. Without a general to command, the Twilight's Hammer clan was no match for the elite ogres.

Especially when Margok personally led the charge, the last of the king's guards were filled with murderous intent and fighting spirit.

In a very short time, they recaptured the Parthenon and the large square on top of Highmaul, and their vanguard has begun to advance into the upper areas of the city.

Although the Twilight's Hammer warlocks tried their best to summon demons to try to slow down the enemy's attack speed, facing the naturally powerful ogre elites, let alone ordinary demon guards, even the more powerful Doomguards might not be able to withstand the ogres' crazy siege. As for the even more useless hellhounds and imps, they couldn't even get close to those burly warriors.

Anyone who dares to get close will be trampled to death by the ogre.

They have a systematic spellcaster!
The wizards of the Goria Empire are all composite spellcasters. Although they manipulate arcane power, it does not mean that they are not proficient in the way of elements. Things like bloodlust, chain lightning, and earthquake are almost completely exhausted in the hands of these guys.

Well.
I'd also like to point out that the elemental tradition, so proud of the orcs, wasn't originally developed by the shamans after a night of brainstorming. In fact, the origins of orc spellcasters can be traced back to the Gorian Ogre Empire.

At the beginning of the orc civilization, they existed as slaves who were bullied and exploited by ogres. The main reason why elemental power helped the orcs to overthrow the enslavement of ogres was that the ogre wizards were a group of dark shamans who liked to "enslave elements".
Elements have human rights, too, okay? If you ogres treat us badly, we'll choose another Familiar. You'll wield rune magic, while our Familiar will be draped in elemental blessings. We'll each bring a hundred thousand soldiers and see who emerges victorious, and who falls on hard times!
It turns out that the elementals of Draenor are quite powerful when they are pushed to the limit.
In short, the relationship between orcs and ogres is actually quite complicated. At least in terms of spellcasting system, the two are of the same lineage, and the spellcasting power of the Ogre Empire originally came from the teachings of the Arakkoa Sun Sages. Therefore, if we count back a few generations, it is not difficult to come to a very difficult conclusion:
That is, the Crowmen, who have now fallen to the extreme, are the most orthodox power inheritance in the world of Draenor. The once glorious Arak Solar Empire was the first continental regime on the Draenor continent that was truly established by mortals.

Well, you see, although the world of Draenor is small, the stories that happened here are really not simple at all.

"Weak bastard! Get out of the way! The powerful Gu and the weak Gal are about to cast a spell."

As Cho'gall's two heads roared, the legendary ogre warlock raised the Twilight Hammer in his hand high, and the warlock magic that had been prepared long ago came out in an instant. As Cho'gall laughed wildly, a large amount of hellfire roared and hit the chaotic battlefield in front of him like a meteorite as the hammer was swung.

This madman didn't distinguish between friend and foe at all. When he cast the spell, he also included his own people in the attack range. In Gugar's view, these were all cannon fodder anyway. What difference did it make whether they died early or late?

The terrifying hellfire roared down, covering the battlefield and sweeping across. Gul'dan's specialty, "Animated Hellfire", was learned very well by Cho'gall. After those hideous things landed on the ground, in addition to killing the surrounding lives and creating impact craters, the liquid corrosive force also spread outward in a manner visible to the naked eye.

However, the hellfire summoned by Gul'dan was not filled with fel energy. Instead, it was forged from shadows and the void, allowing the scattered corruption to merge into one. It then emitted a strange howl that tore at the minds of the surrounding warriors, forcing the wizards to retreat temporarily.

When those "Shadow-Forged Hellfire" structures rose from the ground, their terrifying destructive power swept across the surroundings in an instant, forcibly dividing the chaotic battlefield.

But such a large-scale hellfire bombardment was obviously not something a legendary warlock could create. Such an astonishing attack frightened Margok, who thought to himself that this traitor, Gul'gall, was so powerful, could he have been promoted to a demigod overnight?

However, soon after the Wizard Leader cast a spell himself and, with the assistance of his loyal subordinate Kra'ago, used supremely powerful arcane magic to shatter the void hellfires, it noticed the strange void-filled warhammer in Gul'gall's hand.

When the wizard leader stared at the war hammer, even from a distance, he could feel a strange force tearing at his mind, and sinister whispers echoing in his thoughts.

Mar'gok himself is a leader among the ogre wizards. His terrifying spellcasting talent allows him to see the shadow of the Sunless Sea and those chilling indescribable things the moment he comes into contact with the Twilight Hammer's Void Summoning. The wizard leader decisively cut off his thoughts and kept himself away from the sneaky temptation of the void.

"Evil thing!"

Mar'gok held the Supreme Leader's Scepter in his left hand and the Holy Sword of the Goria Empire in his right hand. He roared:

"Damn you, Exile! How dare you forge such an evil on my land? And how dare you connect Highmaul's arcane node to it? You are draining the ancient magic of this land to strengthen yourself. Do you intend to destroy the land that gave you life and raised you?"

"Haha, the glory of the Goria Empire? That glory has never shone upon me! (If I can't use the power of that inheritance, I'd rather destroy it.)"

Gugall brandished his divine hammer, continuously allowing the power of the void to flow out from the purple-black crack in front of him. He roared loudly:
"If you truly care about this wreckage of Highmaul! If you truly care about the future of the Empire! (Then don't let your warriors die in vain, weak wizard-chief.) Just as the orcs' tradition of Mak'gora! (You and I! Just the two of us will duel on this high ground.)
The winner takes it all! (The loser kneels and dies!)

Everything! (Or nothing!)

come! "

The entire battlefield fell into deathly silence.

At the order of their chieftain, the Twilight's Hammer warriors withdrew from the battlefield and gathered their battle flags around. The warriors under the command of the Ogre Lord also reorganized their positions under the command of the Ogron General and guarded the square leading to the top of Highmaul.

Everyone was looking at the two ogre leaders, waiting for their decision. Highmaul was the last capital of the Gorian Empire, and its future and ownership should be decided by the ogres themselves.

More importantly, what is meant by Mak'gora being an orc tradition?
Shit!

That was clearly something the orcs learned from the duels between the ogre leaders. In the ancient imperial period and even in any bandit den now, the ogres would use such duels to prove their wisdom and strength in order to seize power.

Of course, all less advanced civilizations will have similar traditions, and they are accustomed to attributing the changes in power in the population to the power struggles of individuals.

Facing Cho'gall, the exile who returned with a heart of revenge and a will of destruction, and facing his fierce and captivating aura, Supreme Leader Mar'gok strode out of his position. He looked back at the imperial battle flag held high by the Ogron warriors behind him, he let out a long sigh, and then looked back at Cho'gall.

It said loudly:

"Then come! Traitor, let us use an ancient tradition to decide the future of the Gorian Empire! But I have a request. You saw that your orc allies injured me with a shameless sneak attack, so I demand that a brave man be designated to take my place!"

"Hahaha, weak! (ridiculous!)"

Gugaer sneered and strode forward, stepping on the void filth but being unaffected by it.

It held the Twilight Hammer and let the cold void cover its body. It didn't know if it was an illusion, but Gul'gal always felt that the void was unusually active today, and the connection between the Lightless Sea and itself was so vivid.

You don't even need to pray, the boundless void will give you endless power.

This makes it certain that it will win today.

It mocked Mar'gok's weakness, and then secretly glanced at a high platform on the edge of the battlefield, where the summoning of the white orcs was nearing its end.

Haha, Margok thought he was really influenced by barbaric customs, but he would use practical actions to prove to it that he was the most cunning and cruel last heir of the Goria Empire.

As for the rules?

whispering sound!
Aren’t rules meant to be broken?
As long as the Wizard Leader dies here today, as long as I hold Gormak's head in my hands, I will be the winner! No matter what means I use, victory is victory!

History will not condemn the victors!

Well, this principle was taught to it by its good mentor Gul'dan.

"Come! Send forth your warriors! (The mighty Cho'gall agrees to the pathetic request of the weak Mar'gok.)"

The sturdy two-headed ogre legendary warlock spread his arms.

It knew that no one among the Highmaul ogres present was its match except Mar'gok. It guessed that Mar'gok might let that weird "freak" Kra'ragh fight in its place!
The freak had once encountered an accident during a relic excavation operation. The ancient relic gave the warrior a strange power, making Kra'ragh almost immune to all energy attacks, thus turning the noble guy into a monster of Highmaul, but Mar'gok allowed it to continue to stay in the Gandenon Temple to guard it for him.

This guy is indeed a bit difficult to deal with. His magic immunity alone is enough to cripple the warlock's methods, but it doesn't matter. I still have the Blessing of the Void!

Gu'gal's three eyes narrowed. He didn't believe that there was something in this world that even the void couldn't corrode.

"Alright! Then let the Holy Allies of the Goria Empire fight in my place!"

The wizard leader waved his hand and said something that shocked Gugal.

"What holy allies? (How the hell do you get allies when you're at the end of your rope? Are you crazy?)"

Its two heads immediately spewed out obscenities.

Tsk, this dog warlock really has no manners at all! He curses like a shrew, worthy of being a good disciple taught by Gul'dan.

However, the next moment, Gugal's two heads seemed to feel some kind of power. When he raised his head, he saw a shining light approaching rapidly from high in the sky.

It was a sacred war horse formed by the gathering of holy light, in the form of a two-headed flying dragon.

Behind the huge shining vehicle, the fully armed Draenei saint Diachem covered his body with a cloak, revealing only the crystal embellishments on his gauntlets and leg armor that shone with the light. Behind the saint, there was a flying vehicle carrying a team of orcs and Draenei towards the ground.

But the Sentinels were the quickest to arrive.

The shining warhorse carried him at several times the speed of sound, bombarding the center of the battlefield corroded by the void like a meteor. When it landed, the light surged like the explosion of a holy light nuclear bomb. In an instant, the white flames splashed out like a halo, shining and spreading outward, as if the entire battlefield was covered with a layer of pure holy light dedication.

"what!"

Gugal felt the burn, just like after staying in the dark for a long time, he naturally couldn't adapt to the sunshine.

The shining saint in front of it felt dazzling, so it stretched out its hands to shield its eyes. In the burst of light like the scorching sun at noon, the holy light gathered into a tall human figure and stepped out of the purified earth.

Diakum took off his burning cloak and threw it away. He then grasped the giant light-forged blade behind him and swung it forward. As he drew his sword with the blazing flame of holy flame, a ray of white, scorching blade light flashed in front of him.

"Diachem Zastins, the Punishing Vanguard of the Alliance of K'ure, Brigadier General of the Draenei Clan, Commander-in-Chief of the Hand of Argus, and Sentinel of the Golden Seat of Genedar, has been summoned!

Your Majesty, the Honorable Magister Mar'gok, I am honored to serve in your name today and slay the evil spirits of Highmaul and all of Draenor!"

The voice of the Sentinel rang out on the battlefield.

In the fierce wind brought by the surge of holy light, he raised the Ashbringer and pointed its brutal blade at Cho'gall.

他 说:

"You pathetic minions of the void have nowhere to escape. Now, kneel down and pray to the Holy Light for forgiveness."

(End of this chapter)