Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 143: 42. No matter who fights against the Burning Legion, the Army of Light and the Illidari will definitely help [1515]

(Additional update for brother “Huo Zheng Ting Hao” [15/15])
On the afternoon of the same day after Diakum left with the artifact, Archbishop Nari rushed back to Shattrath with the new recruits. The city was a little panicked because of the infected people, but it was basically still under control.

Prophet Velen had dealt with similar "plagues" in the world of Argus, and he was very experienced in these matters. Moreover, another Grand Archon, Hatun, was infected with the plague while helping the wounded, which allowed him to stay in the infected area to encourage people and ensure that the orcs and crowmen patients who were constantly sent to the quarantine area could also receive excellent care.

The Mok'Nathal were not afraid of the infection of the Red Scourge because of their ogre blood. This group of Draenor's best hunters also took the initiative to assume their own responsibilities. The arrival of the Mag'har orc warriors and ogre guards from Nagrand and Highmaul made the draenei realize that they really had trustworthy allies in Draenor. The flying formations that circled in the sky to guard against the Sunfire Ravencrow and the Midnight Ravencrow walking in the shadows of the city made the warriors feel the true unity.

The first joint operation of the Alliance of K'ure went much more smoothly than expected, and because the magic plague "equally" infected everyone, the morale of the Alliance of K'ure was boosted, which was an unexpected surprise.

"Great Prophet! Archbishop Nari! Urgent news from the Temple of Karabor!"

Just as the prophet, the archbishop, and the city defense general were discussing how to deal with the increasingly ferocious attacks of the war tribes, a breathless Aldor priest strode into the dome, holding a scroll. She excitedly shouted:

"The messenger of the god Ansu brought us a letter with good news from Archbishop Isana. His Holiness Kara accidentally contacted Narumida of the Holy Light Army during his recent exhausting hibernation.

Lord Mida learned of our experience in the world of Draenor and promised to inform the other Eredar clans of our survival as quickly as possible.

The Army of Light may soon send a support fleet to our star region!"

"Holy Light! You have not yet abandoned your loyal followers."

This good news made Nari's little tail wag like a windmill, but when they opened the letter and took a closer look, another majestic Kaliri bird flapped its wings and flew into the dome. Tied to the claws of this bird of prey was a letter with a unique scent, carrying a hint of evil energy, but Nari's eyes lit up.

She reached out, took the letter, and opened it. After a few seconds, she said to the Great Prophet:

"It's a letter from Demon Hunter Master Arantion. She said she had just obtained a special legion communicator through the interrogation of the demon prince captured by Diak'um himself, and used it to successfully contact the Illidari.

The group of tenacious demon hunters gave a clear response.

Their elite hunting ship, the 'Fel Hammer', has begun its migration to the star field where the Draenor world is located and is expected to arrive here in half a month.

Although the legendary demon hunter lord, Lord Star Hunter Illidan, did not come because he had important matters to attend to, he sent his most trusted demon hunter general, Lord Sufferer Altruis, with three demon hunter groups to support us in the war against the Burning Legion.

It is said that the warship also brought a formal request for alliance and an invitation for strategic action from Lord Illidan.

But it will be revealed only after meeting you, Archon Hatun, and Diachem."

"good good good good!"

The Great Prophet's confidence surged at this moment. At this dangerous moment when dark clouds were gathering over the city, he rarely laughed and said to the equally surprised city defense general, Tirasalan:

"Quick! Spread these two pieces of good news throughout the city, let the people know that we have made contact with our people! Let the people know that we have new and powerful allies! Let the people know that we are no longer alone in the sea of stars!

It's really a perfect shot of adrenaline.

With the blessing of Holy Light, we will win the next battle!"

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"Ah, may the Black Wolf God bless you! With such a powerful war beast, we are sure to win this battle!"

At the same time, in the Tuurem camp in the Talador region, very close to the city of Shattrath, outside the tent of Chieftain Blackhand, who had just arrived here with his troops early this morning, the fully armed chief looked at the "dragons" that emerged from the vortex of fel energy with satisfaction.

That was the true divine weapon that the Shadow Council under Gul'dan obtained for the warring tribe with the blessing of fel energy.

These terrifying evil dragons are each more than twenty meters long and more than ten meters high. They step on the ground with their heavy limbs, and their wings covered with evil energy patterns flap to cover the sky and the sun.

The Dragonmaw Clan, who had just suffered a huge loss and had their elite air cavalry severely damaged, were now ecstatic, and the injured warlock chief Zuluhed was so excited that he was dancing with joy.

This is the "King of the Sky" they imagined!
The two-headed dragons native to Draenor are at most pitiful little snakes crawling on the ground in front of such a giant dragon.

"This is a war dragon under the command of the generous and great monarch, Lord Cenarius. My beloved warchief, at the humble request of our warlocks and the confirmation of your supreme tyranny, Lord Cenarius has finally granted us a ferocious beast to assist us in bloodbath Draenor and complete your destined conquest."

The flattering Gul'dan stood beside the warchief, leaning on his bone staff. He whispered:

"These thirty dragons are only the first batch of giant beasts to enter the world of Draenor, but they are enough to bring you supreme destruction from the sky, and are more than enough to offset the threat of the pitiful arakkoa allies of the Alliance of K'ure. Our Dragonmaw Clan will become the true 'Dragon Riders'!
And you, you are the Dragon King!

look!

Lord Cenarius's General of Destruction, the Nightmare Tyrant, Lord Eranikus, has specially selected the powerful 'Shadow Dragon' Lord Lethon as your war partner."

The Primordial Warlock pointed at the dragon's leader, which was larger than the other dragons and had a ferocious, majestic head with a crown of destruction forged from fel energy. He said:

"That is your unique honor!"

"Hmph, I don't like flying around in the sky. Let Zuluhed control it."

Chief Blackhand stared at the dragon leader, whose eyes were filled with destruction and violence. He waved his hand and said:
"The power bestowed by the wolf spirit is enough for me. Dragons and the like are not part of our orcish tradition. But I am still very satisfied with your contribution to the Horde, Gul'dan. In addition, your support has allowed our warriors to run rampant in Talador, which has dealt a heavy blow to the arrogance of the Alliance of K'ure. This is enough to convince me to temporarily forget that you used the plague without my permission."

He stared at Gul'dan and said:
"But, did you order the use of that vile plague on Frostfire Ridge and Nagrand as well? Are you mad? The blueskins are our enemies! But the orcs of Frostfire Ridge and Nagrand are our compatriots!

How can you bring a plague on our own people that you use on our enemies?"

Blackhand's tone was by no means friendly. His criticism and questioning of Gul'dan was one of the important reasons why he came to the warfront of Tuurem.

The war situation is encouraging.

His vanguards captured the Talador region almost overnight. Except for the city of Shattrath, Auchindoun and the small town of Telmor, all strategic strongholds in this land had been captured by the Horde due to the strategic contraction of the Draenei.

This was enough to make Chieftain Blackhand happy.

Of course, another reason why he rushed here day and night was because Grom Hellscream was seriously injured, leaving the Talador region without a commander. Although on the surface the Great Chief was furious about Grom's terrible injury, in fact, Blackhand was happy to see this rude and loud chief suffer a tragic defeat.

Grom Hellscream is ambitious and has always wanted to challenge Blackhand for the position of Warchief. Although he is not afraid of that guy, it is still good to have one less worry in these troubled times.

Chieftain Blackhand thought that he was blessed by his ancestor, er, no, the Black Wolf God, to have received two pieces of good news today. However, he did not expect that Gul'dan would bring him a third surprise. Although the dragon was powerful, the chieftain was really fed up with the wanton behavior of Gul'dan and his warlocks!

Shouldn't we ask for his permission in advance to use the plague?
Although the Warchief was not a thoughtful orc, he keenly felt that Gul'dan had been somewhat "out of control" recently.

"Well, I don't deny that, my great chief."

Facing Blackhand's question, Gul'dan rolled his eyes and sighed hypocritically:
"I know this is not in line with your honor, but I am worried that those traitors who dared to defy you can still run around arrogantly in the territory that should have submitted to you. Warlord Orgrim may have his own war plan, but it has been so long, and the traitors of the Frostwolf Clan are still alive and well. This is simply a blasphemy against your honor!
I shouldn't have ordered the use of the Red Scourge without your knowledge, but please understand that I was only doing this to better protect your honor."

"Do not gossip before me, Gul'dan! And do not try to undermine my trust in Orgrim!"

Blackhand grabbed Gul'dan's shoulder and scolded him:
"What do you intend, evil warlock? To eliminate the loyal and upright Orgrim and Eitrigg so that your Shadow Council can maintain absolute power over the warring Horde?"

"Ah, I don't have such thoughts, Great Chief. I just think that although these two are brave and wise, they obviously have their own ideas!"

Gul'dan screamed in horror:
"You may not know this yet, but Orgrim and Eitrigg both disobeyed your orders and secretly released the orcs of the Blackrock Clan who were unwilling to drink the Bloodrage Potion!

The assassins of the Shattered Hand clan have been monitoring them, and Kargath has received accurate intelligence that the released Blackrock orcs have gathered under the banner of a strange small clan called "Orthodox Blackrock".

They are currently active in Nagrand, and the leader of that small clan is suspected to be your
Your daughter! "

"what?!"

If Chieftain Blackhand just wanted to give Gul'dan a warning for being "arrogant because of his favor", then he was really angry after hearing the news.

He couldn't accept that his two most trusted high-ranking warlords had teamed up with his incompetent daughter to deceive him and assist Griselda in forming another "Blackrock Clan". What on earth were these two bastards trying to do?
He, the Blackstone Chief, is still alive!
"boom"

Gul'dan was thrown to the ground.

The Warchief turned his head and looked at Brox Saurfang beside him. He roared:
"Go call Kargath! How does he, the Horde's intelligence guru, actually work? Why didn't he give me such important information right away?"

"Great Chieftain, Master Kargath set out for Frostfire Ridge yesterday. His goal was to assassinate Mar'gok, the wizard-chief of the Gorian Empire and a key member of the Alliance of K'ure."

Brooks whispered:
"You know, Kargath escaped from Mar'gok's fighting arena, and he holds a personal grudge against the ogre leader."

"Goddammit! We're at war! Is now the time for him to go on a personal vendetta? How the hell can we help the tribe by hanging out with a bunch of idiots who can't distinguish between public and private matters?"

Blackhand was so angry at these valuable subordinates that he stamped his feet, but fortunately Gul'dan always had a way.

He got up, dusted himself off, and whispered to the chief:

"If you are worried that Eitrigg, who is in charge of the rear, may have second thoughts, then you can trust me, Warchief. I have already placed an undercover agent next to Eitrigg. With just one command from you, the High Warlord who betrayed you will be captured and brought before you.

As for Orgrim, you don't have to worry.
Your two sons are at his side, and Chief Fenris Wolfbride also obeys your orders. As long as you are determined, the traitor who is in favor of outsiders can be taken down immediately! If Kargath succeeds in assassinating the sorcerer leader, Frostfire Ridge will be conquered in an instant!
Most importantly, the ridiculous Alliance of K'ure will also have an arm cut off.

Of course, the most important thing right now is to capture the city of Shattrath. As long as you accomplish this feat yourself, the victory of the tribe will be almost certain. The best thing is that Grom Hellscream, that self-righteous fool, failed in his challenge to Diak'um.

He is now only a breath of his own life was sent back to the camp of Zangara, no one can interfere with your glorious conquest, and my warlocks are ready, we are sure to summon the demon army to help you! Yes.

With just one command, the Shadow Council will secure victory for you."

"Shut up, Warlock!"

Brooks shouted loudly:
"The Warchief has his own decision to make, and there's no need for you to play dirty here! You keep accusing others of disloyalty, but what about yourself? What on earth are you trying to do by hiding on the edge of Tanaan Jungle, conscripting a large number of Bleeding Hollow slaves to build that so-called 'altar'?"
Don't think the chief doesn't know your little tricks!"

"Ok?"

Heishou immediately narrowed his eyes. He really didn't know about this.

But as he glanced at the enraged Brox Saurfang, he realized that it was his loyal captain of the guards who was reminding him of Gul'dan's sinister intentions.

The Warchief looked at Gul'dan. The First Warlock glared fiercely at Brox who had revealed his secret. He suddenly realized that the two brave brothers who were recommended to the Warchief by Orgrim Doomhammer were not as easy to deceive as he had imagined.

These two guys, like Orgrim, are both capable generals with great ambitions.

"Gul'dan, tell me, tell your warchief, what altar are you building in the jungle?"

Blackhand looked at the primordial warlock, who was clearly a little flustered. The latter hesitated for a moment and whispered:

"That is a portal to another world, my warchief, and I intended it to be a 'surprise' for you after you complete your conquest of Draenor.

After all, your invincible army cannot just disarm and return home after completing the conquest. I am sure that the other side of the portal is a world ten times richer and ten times wider than Draenor. The lives there are weak and they are not qualified to occupy the chosen land. How can a great conqueror like you be satisfied with just conquering your hometown?

The entire starry sea should be your battlefield!

Oh, yes, speaking of war."

Gul'dan rolled his eyes. He knew how to appease Blackhand's anger, so he said:
"I suddenly remembered that a few days ago, the Shadow Council warlocks I sent out found an 'artifact' in a Magnaron ruin in the Gorgrond wilderness. They said that the artifact could control the mind of the Gorgron.

Well, Great Chief, once you possess such a divine weapon, wouldn't it be easy to conquer the world?"

"What do you take the Great Chief for? A three-year-old child?"

Brooks took a step forward, and Blood Axe said with a sinister smile:
"Every time you make a terrible mistake, you cunningly offer an artifact or something else to convince the chief to forgive you! But how dare you use this damn trick again and again?
I think if the tribe has a 'rare talent' like you, stirring up trouble and excluding dissidents, even if the chieftain holds ten artifacts, he won't be able to complete this conquest!"

"Don't be so slanderous!"

Gul'dan was embarrassed by the warrior and cursed:

"I may have selfish motives, but at least I serve the Warchief wholeheartedly and help him conquer the world! But what about you? Orgrim, Eitrigg, Griselda, and you two brothers! You have your own selfish motives too!

Haha, the craziest thing is that you actually don't agree with the Warchief starting this war at all, right?

I am a sorcerer, I can see through people's hearts!
You are all a bunch of cowards!
"They dare not speak their minds to my face, and only criticize me, a loyal servant, in private. Great Chief, you must make the decision for me! How can we accomplish the great cause of conquest for the tribe if we are with these weak insects?"

"Okay, stop arguing! You are brave orcs, how can you be so noisy and crying?"

Black Hand was extremely annoyed.

Although he lacks some sharp thinking, he is not a fool. He has his own "understanding of power" to be able to hold the position of chief. What's more, the "wolf priests" recently recruited by the Black Wolf God have also provided him with a lot of useful advice in secret. The blessing from the wolf spirits makes Black Hand not easily fooled by those superficial tricks.

Gul'dan is indeed a bad guy, but he is also right. Everyone around him has his own selfish motives.

Putting aside other things, even though Orgrim Doomhammer had the upper hand, he hadn't been able to take down a single warlord of the Frostwolf clan, let alone Durotan's head, for more than half a month. Although that guy had been sending ogre slaves to the front line and indeed brought manpower to the tribe, how could Blackhand not be worried about his ambiguous attitude?
As for the fact that High Warlord Eitrigg who stayed in Gorgrond secretly assisted Griselda in establishing the "Orthodox Blackrock" clan, it directly violated Blackhand's bottom line as the Blackrock Chieftain.

The cunning sorcerers are certainly not trustworthy, but these "loyalists" with their own ideas are indeed going a bit too far!
"Brox, you and your brother Varok will go to Gorgrond and Frostfire Ridge."

Chieftain Blackhand leaned on his hammer and said:

"You will temporarily replace Eitrigg and Orgrim. Have them come to the front lines. I have some 'heartfelt words' to ask the high-ranking warlords who have followed me for over twenty years."

"That's right, Chief."

Gul'dan smiled broadly, but before he could finish his smile, Blackhand looked at him and said:

"What are you laughing at again?
Since you want to give the conquest of another world as a gift to the tribe, then you should wholeheartedly preside over this matter. From today on, your plundering clan will be temporarily handed over to Chief Zuluhed. As for the Shadow Council...
Well, I do see your war potential. Let me wield such a sharp knife myself. I will select some high-level warlocks to receive the teachings of the Black Wolf God and make them 'Wolf Spirit Priests' to prevent you from doing such a lousy thing as throwing plagues around!
Look at the shock on your face, Gul'dan. It's an expression I rarely see on you.

how?

Do you have any objection to my order?"

Looking at the indifference on Warchief Blackhand's face and the determination in his eyes, Gul'dan was even a little stunned for a moment. When the Warchief's expression became more "lively", Gul'dan finally reacted. He quickly bent down and whispered:
"No, everything I have comes from your gift, Great Chief. It's only a matter of a word for you to take it back. I'm just worried that Zuluhed won't be able to assist you in your conquest as I did. Of course, I will do my best to complete the orders you give me.

But if I want to speed up the construction of the gate to the other world, I need more slaves."

"The ogre slaves Orgrim sent to the front are yours. The laborers in Tanaan Fortress have finished repairing the walls, and they are also assigned to you."

Chief Blackhand waved his hand generously and said:

"Go ahead and do your thing. I'm going to inspect the battlefield. Gul'dan, do your job well. I can see it."

The warlock limped away, full of complaints. He could feel the gaze of Chieftain Blackhand behind him, which made him feel very uncomfortable. Most importantly, Blackhand's transformation was too drastic for Gul'dan to accept for a while.

He suddenly realized that when he was busy dealing with "his own affairs", he actually relaxed his observation and flattery of the chief. During the time when he was diverting his attention, there must be some more difficult "guys" around Blackhand. The most important thing is that the chief seemed to have a power in his hands that he didn't know about, hidden in the shadow of the war tribe.

But what is that?
Why didn't the other warlocks of the Shadow Council report this to him?

After Gul'dan left, Blackhand did not go to the front line. Instead, he returned to his tent. He sat on a comfortable blanket, playing with a white wolf tooth ornament that looked like a dagger. After a moment's thought, he said:

"Are you sure that door is really that important? If it is, why did you ask me to hand it over to Gul'dan? Even a warrior like me knows that he cannot be trusted!"

"Many eyes are watching Gul'dan, Blackhand. Those eyes from 'out there' are enough to prove his talent for evil."

The faint voice echoed in Black Hand's ears.

That was the new faith of the war tribe, the black wolf god who had just rescued Grom Hellscream from death. It transformed into a shadow-shaped wolf and squatted opposite Blackhand, staring at the orc it had chosen with its dark green eyes.

it says:

"Gul'dan lost his loyalty to you long ago. His true master was once a demon, the Defiler. But now, even I don't know who Gul'dan is loyal to, but it doesn't matter! That door...
It leads to my homeland, Blackhand, and my nemesis is also there, and you should also go to that world.

It's much more interesting than Draenor."

Blackhand was silent. After a few seconds, the Great Chief raised his head and stared at the Black Wolf in front of him. Perhaps driven by a warrior's intuition, the Great Chief asked:

"And you, wild Lycanthos, to whom do you owe your loyalty?
Gul'dan's warlocks are indeed abominable, but they brought a lot of knowledge about the fel. I have talked with those warlocks who rebelled against the Shadow Council and became your wolf priests. Their leader, Oronok Torn-heart, told me about the Burning Legion.

He said that the demons would not have so much patience with you as you have with demon-blood servants like us.

You are training us!

You spread your faith in the hearts of every orc warrior with a wolf spirit tattoo. You generously give us strength and regard our conquests as yours, but I don't believe that a pack leader like you would be nice to us for no reason.

I may not be good at thinking, but I am a chief after all, and I know that the kindness of strangers often means danger. So, who are you loyal to? Black Wolf God."

"good question."

The black wolf Lycanthos dissipated its body and transformed into a black mist surrounding the chief. It whispered:
"You already know that what you drank under Gul'dan's bewitchment was not a potion but demon blood, which turned you into half-demons. But will you pledge your loyalty to the Burning Legion for this? Blackhand.

What if after you conquer this world, the Burning Legion asks you to become a servant of the demons and go to other worlds to continue slaughtering and conquering?

How would you answer?

"I will answer them with my hammer!"

Black Hand grinned and said:
"I kill, I fight, I conquer because I want to. If anyone dares to enslave me, I will definitely give the slave owner the most unforgettable reward, just like Kargath did! After our ancestors broke free from the slavery of the ogres, orcs will never be enslaved again!"

"Haha, me too."

Lycanthos's voice faded, and he spoke to Blackhand:
"I am a demon, but I won't be a demon forever! After all, I don't want Goldrinn to laugh at me on the battlefield. For this reason, I am willing to bet everything on you warriors who take the wolf as their totem. Don't worry, Blackhand.

Wherever your fate takes you, I will be with you."

(End of this chapter)