Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 144: 43. No matter who fights against the Army of Light and the Illidari, the Burning Legion will definitely help
Gul'dan didn't expect that the result of his slander this time would be so "outstanding".

He had indeed successfully eliminated the two high-ranking warlords who had been secretly blocking the Shadow Council from taking power, and successfully implanted suspicion of Orgrim and Eitrigg in Blackhand's mind.

But he didn't expect that this "mind bewitchment" was too successful, and he didn't expect that the two guys actually had their own "death rattle".

When they were taken away, they were also taken away.

Damn it! The Shadow Council that I worked so hard to create was directly controlled by Blackhand, and the Raiders that I spent a lot of time training were also taken over by that bastard Zuluhed who was watching the show from the side.

To sum up, the final winner of today's "war" is Zuluhed, the guy who has been standing on the sidelines and watching the show.

Even Zuluhed himself did not expect that after Gul'dan worked so hard in the political struggle, he would end up being hit on the head by a pie falling from the sky.

"Hey, don't look so sad. You are the great Primordial Warlock. How can you look so depressed? Come, have a drink."

When Zuluhed personally drove his mighty dragon, Lord Lethon, to send Gul'dan back to Tanaan Jungle, he hypocritically comforted the angry Gul'dan on the spacious saddle.

The old warlock, who was almost as cunning as Gul'dan, handed Gul'dan the waterskin filled with fine wine and said:

"You don't have to worry about me annexing the plundering clan you worked so hard to build. I will only take care of them and return them to you when you are reinstated.

No matter what others say, Gul'dan, I personally will definitely remember your kindness.

If you hadn't recommended me to join the Shadow Council, if you hadn't supported the Dragonmaw Clan's growth, my clan and I would still be struggling to defend our ancestral land on the border of Gorgrond. Of course, there's nothing wrong with guarding our glorious ancestral land, but becoming the chieftain and commander of the Shadow Council and the War Horde obviously gives me a much brighter future.

This is all thanks to you.

My people and I will never abandon you just because you temporarily lost power."

"Oh, then I really have to thank you."

Gul'dan took the wine bag and carefully confirmed that there was nothing in it that shouldn't be put in it. Then he took a sip and replied in a sarcastic tone.

He looked at the lush jungle below, which was now covered in withered trees due to the spread of fel energy, and the Primordial Warlock said in a gloomy tone:

"Just remember the original intention of our forming the Shadow Council, Zuluhed. Don't really think that you can gain everything by following Blackhand. If you are willing to be a dog for others, then you are not a qualified warlock.

you! "

He pointed at Zuluhid's chest and said:
"Don't forget who is the master of us sorcerers.

The Defiler is watching us. This life-and-death struggle between the Horde and the Alliance of K'ure is nothing more than a show for the Defiler's amusement. Everything that happens in this sad world is nothing more than a prelude to a greater war.

I tell you the truth, Zuluhed, I didn't lie about the portal I personally built, which leads to another new world full of power and strength. Do you know what's the best part?

That is the polluters' homeland."

Gul'dan lowered his voice and said to Zuluhed:
"The Burning Legion suffered a defeat there. This alone is enough to illustrate the mystery and power of that world. Draenor is too small to accommodate our grand ambitions, but that world can.

There is plenty of power there waiting for you and me to seize. As long as we are lucky enough, we can even gain power that surpasses all demons!

But I have the final say on who can pass through that door, so you'd better not have any bad intentions towards my clan. Also, you have to be careful of the dark hand that messes up and completely destroys our carefully built Shadow Council.

That savage, uncouth, brainless idiot has no idea how to properly wield the warlock's powers.

Most importantly, Zuluhed, you are wise enough to predict the direction of this war. Facing the increasingly powerful Alliance of K'ure, Blackhand's war tribe is not sure it can win. We must leave ourselves a way out, right?"

"Well, not to mention that even if Blackhand wins, this world, which will eventually be completely infused with fel energy, will have no future!"

Zuluhed narrowed his eyes, took a sip of his own wine, and said:
"I don't want to guard a dying world filled with bones and eventually die in a random cemetery. Bloodbathing this world and sacrificing it are just means to complete our demon ascension, not the goal.

Haha, let those violent and brainless warriors die shouting glory. In the blood and death they shed, we warlocks will embark on the path of ascending to magic.

All right, Gul'dan!

I will take back those inappropriate thoughts I had, but remember to take me with you when you set foot on that rich new world."

"How can it be done by just the two of us?"

Gul'dan shook his head and said:

"If we want to capture cities there and realize our ambitions, we must have an extremely powerful army. Yes! Blackhand has built such an army for us.

If he wins, if he truly slaughters the world, then we will go there with our beast-slayers, their minds fixed on destruction, and we will steer the Horde's chariot in the shadow of the Warchief, just as we did before.

If he loses.
Haha, the losing chief is worse than a dog!
The Draenei will never let him, the culprit, go, and by then the leaderless tribe will naturally need a wiser and more powerful leader. They will need a second warchief. The demon-blooded orcs who have been desperate in Draenor need someone to guide them to a beautiful new world where they can avoid liquidation.

look!

This is the sorcerer's way of life. No matter who wins or loses, we will never be losers."

"Yes, yes. You led us down this path and have been tirelessly teaching us. Gul'dan, I truly cannot find a sage and mentor as good as you, even if I search with a lantern."

Zuluhed offered a few flattering words, but Gul'dan said nothing at all.

What's your rank?
Are you going to learn from me how to instill the seeds of flattery into the heart of the black hand?

Do you have this ability?

Wouldn't it be better to use this time to learn a few more fel spells?
Stop flying around in the sky with your dragons all day long, it's useless!
If you warlocks of the Shadow Council were half as hard-working as the Light zealots in Diakum, would I even have to do this dirty work myself?
Even the Fel Dragon can only be given to me after I pray to the Defiler myself. I can't even stop the rise of the Black Wolf God's priests in the war tribal system. They are all trash!

Gul'dan's heart was filled with complaints.

But this is understandable. He really didn't expect that Blackhand, that empty-headed guy, could actually play such a trick today. It seems that he underestimated Blackhand. But think about it the other way around. Ever since Blackhand was watched by Wolf Spirit, the chief has become more and more resistant to his "flattering offensive", and he has become more and more capable of using his brain.

hiss.
Could it be that the Slayer Lycanthos really brought some kind of "wisdom enlightenment" to the orcs?

No!

We're all lackeys of the polluters, so why are you, Black Wolf, actively engaging in infighting? Aren't you ruining my business by raising the Black Hand's IQ?

At this moment, Gul'dan realized that the appearance of the black wolf spirit might bring bad things in the future.

But he didn't have many good ways to stop all this. The orcs' nature of respecting wolves meant that the black wolf spirit could control them far better than he could. Now the magic wolves under Lycanthos had begun to mate with the orcs' wargs on a large scale.

Compared to the pitiful improvement brought by Gul'dan, the wolf spirits only need to let their cubs exercise their reproductive instincts to easily increase the tribe's war potential by several levels.

After all, every orc, even the humblest laborer, has his own lame wolf.

The wolf cubs born by those wargs are stronger and wilder than before, not to mention that the wolf priests are good at taming wolves, and the werewolves lurking in the dark currently only obey the orders of Blackhand. They have already shown a tendency to replace the Broken Hand Clan as the eyes and ears of the tribe.

But it is strange that Kargath turned a blind eye to this. What on earth is that sadist from the Broken Hand clan doing?

"All sorts of troubles cropped up at the start of the war. If I hadn't used the Red Scourge to weaken the Alliance of K'ure in advance, I don't know how Blackhand would have lost this time."

Gul'dan landed near his own "altar" with a lot of complaints.

It used to be a sacrificial site for the Bleeding Hollow clan, but now the trees have been cut down by the chained Bleeding Hollow laborers, the clumsy ogres have brought in stones, and the Crowman slaves have engraved words on them.

Gul'dan apparently intended to build a massive "gate."

This can be seen from the already formed base, and this place is actually not far from the war fortress built by Blackhand.

"Not long ago, a wingless Crow Man Shadow Sage came to us for help."

Zuluhed escorted Gul'dan to the ground and carefully observed the door being cast with Gul'dan. Before taking off and returning, he reported to Gul'dan:

"That guy's name is Iskar. He used to have a high reputation among the fallen arakkoa and was a collaborator of the false king Aegis of the Claw. However, he now hates the draenei. It is said that it is because the Vigilant killed his wife, the fanatical sage Viryx of the Order of the Sun, and he is unwilling to acknowledge that the Lightforged Terokk is the king of the arakkoa.

In any case, I allow it to join the Shadow Council with its followers."

"This kind of person harboring hatred is the perfect candidate for the path of a sorcerer. Its mastery of shadows can bring us even more power. Losing its wings isn't a big deal at all! Let it pray to the Defiler."

Gul'dan waved his hand and said:

"The Blessing of the Defiler will only allow it to grow wings, and perhaps even restore those fallen arakkoa to the noble form they longed for. Haha, since the Light arakkoa are on the opposite side, they naturally have to have the Dark arakkoa as their opponents.

That is the sky's territory, it is your territory, I will not interfere.

Go, Zuluhed, serve our warchief and aid him in his victory.

I will work hard here for the future I am waiting for."

"Thank you so much, Gul'dan. I will put in a good word for you."

Zuluhed said a hypocritical farewell and took off on his majestic dragon. However, when leaving the foundry, just as Zuluhed was thinking about how to accept Gul'dan's "legacy", the dragon carrying him suddenly spoke in Orcish:

"That door isn't fel magic, it's arcane magic! Gul'dan betrayed the Legion, and he's found new 'friends'."

"Ok?"

Zuluhed was startled and exclaimed:

"Can you talk?"

"Haha, do you really think that we Nightmare Dragons are stupid chimeras in your pathetic world who can't even think?"

Lord Lethorn, the leader of the Demon Dragon, said sarcastically:
"We are far more noble than you, the lower beings. If it weren't for the will of His Majesty Eranikus, would I allow a lowly being like you to ride on me?

But it’s nothing, it’s just a collaboration.

I just told you that Gul'dan betrayed the Legion. The gate does lead to Azeroth, our homeland, but the Defiler never gave him the order to bring the orcs into Azeroth.

This was a solo act by Gul'dan. If the Defiled knew about this, his shameless soul would be thrown into the Plague Crucible and boiled for at least ten thousand years."

"Should I then perform a justice cut and a loyal report? The powerful dragon."

Zuluhed rolled his eyes and asked humbly:
"Can you give me a suggestion?"

"No, why bother the Polluter with these little things? He has so much to worry about. Don't add more stress to his already fragile mind."

Lord Lethorn said casually:
"The Defilers are busy competing with the Conquerors for the right to invade Azeroth. They've already reached Argus. The hypocritical Shaper is trying to mediate, but in reality, he's secretly instigating an even more ferocious fight between the two sides. The final decision will be made by the Supreme God himself, but it probably won't be long.

The scandal of the Defiler's servants betraying the Legion at this time would undoubtedly bring shame upon it."

"Ah? Is the competition within the Burning Legion so fierce? Isn't this too much? Are they even fighting for the chance to invade a world?" Zuluhed was surprised, but then his own dragon looked down on him:
"Born in a small world, you simply don't understand Azeroth's status in the eyes of the true gods, much less the Dark Titan's desire for Him. Whoever can accomplish this will receive supreme glory.

Haha, you won’t understand even if I tell you. Don’t think about these big things that will burn your brain.

I'm just reminding you, Zuluhed, that just as Gul'dan was chosen by the Defiler, you, a natural dragon rider, are also lucky enough to have been noticed by the Nightmare Tyrant.

I came here this time to convey a message to you.

The outcome of the war on Draenor is meaningless, but you must seize the opportunity to travel to Azeroth, where an artifact awaits you!
You must obtain it, wield it, and perform a great deed for the Nightmare Tyrant, saving our poor compatriots from the tyranny of the Titans.

Our Queen Ysera must wake up from the Titans' dream of order, and she will eventually be free! But if you disappoint us, I can assure you that the end you will receive will be countless times more tragic than the death you envisioned."

"Ah? You want me to ignore the Defiler's orders?"

Zuluhed was not as brave as Gul'dan after all. He said cautiously:
"But isn't the Defiler the Nightmare Tyrant's superior? What? Are you dragons also going to try to overthrow your superiors?"

"madness!"

Lord Lethorn said sarcastically in a lazy tone:
"Our fall to the Fel began long before the Defiler embraced the Twisting Nether. Sire Eranikus struck a bargain with the wicked Shaper during the War of the Ancients.

The fall I am waiting for is for a greater 'salvation'!
Oh, whether it is fel energy or life, they are just tools to achieve the goal, just like you are walking on the path of fel energy, but if you cannot understand where your own desires lie and blindly embrace the fel energy, then your final outcome will be that your brain will be burned by the fel energy and you will become an incurable thug.

The Force is a means and a tool! They are never the end.

Hey, you don't really think Lycanthoth the Destroyer came to Draenor to help you conquer it, do you? How did you become a warlock? Everyone involved in this war has their own agenda and plans.
Forget it, your brain is not suitable for thinking about these things. I will teach you a faster and more powerful dragon taming technique later. Do you want to learn it?"

"Of course! I am a warlock and a dragon. I welcome all power and knowledge. But what about the Slayer? Can you tell me more?"

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"Are you the famous Gul'dan?"

A gentle voice asked in ancient Eredar with a Mac'Aree accent. At this moment, Gul'dan felt as if a thousand gronn were running wildly through his heart, so frustrated that he couldn't even utter a word.

He really doesn't know what's wrong with him recently?
Why do bad things happen to me so often?
Does doing too many bad things really affect one's luck? There's something about a warlock being completely unlucky, right?
As soon as Zuluhed left, I returned to the tent and hadn't even opened my favorite magic book yet when six dreadlords jumped out and pressed me into a chair.

The leader folded his dark green wings and looked him up and down with a sinister look. This guy was actually a demon demigod!
This makes it pointless for Gul'dan to resist!
Gul'dan was now sweating profusely as he faced the gentle questioning of the blue giant demon that was placed on the table and slowly rotated, projecting a figure holding a grimoire and with a skull floating beside it.

He didn't know who this powerful Eredar demon in front of him was, but he knew that if he said the wrong thing at this moment, his life would be in danger.

Okay
He is a warlock.

In this situation, the warlock undoubtedly has the highest probability of survival among all professions.

"Yes, my lord, I am Gul'dan, a humble apprentice warlock."

Gul'dan responded in his Draenei, with a Taladorian accent:
"May I ask your name?"

"Oh, you're quite polite, which is in stark contrast to your rough appearance. I really like polite people. It would be even better if you were a little smarter. It would save me from wasting my time."

The big blue guy in front of me laughed.

It looked up and down at Gul'dan across the distant sea of stars, especially Gul'dan's eyes. Even though it was just a projection of the sea of stars, the moment their eyes met, Gul'dan was horrified to find that his memories were surging uncontrollably.

That was the big guy in front of him browsing his life.

But the mental magic that should have been extremely painful was now as gentle as the caress of a mother's fingers, which was enough to prove that the one in front of him was the "Mighty Legion" whom Gul'dan could never afford to offend.

"A dark soul born from despair and grief, your evil, malice, and cruelty are acquired through nurture, but your greed and hypocrisy are innate. These are beautiful qualities that enable you to accomplish great things.

Well, today is a lucky day, children, for I have found another beautiful jade for our master."

The big blue guy was in a good mood, so he waved his hands in an elegant ancient Eredar spellcaster manner and said:
"My name is Sachir. I am grateful to my fellow astronauts for their appreciation of me and for always calling me 'The Shaper'."

"what?!"

Gul'dan's legs began to tremble.

He had heard of the Shaper's name, and knew that the Defiler he currently served was the one who was led by the Shaper to degenerate into a great demon. Compared with the "level" of this guy in front of him on the path of evil energy, the Defiler was an out-and-out "youngster".

"Excuse me. What can I do for you?"

Gul'dan asked through gritted teeth.

This "pragmatic" attitude made Sachiel very satisfied. He tapped the armrests of the throne rhythmically with his fingers and said:
“Of course it’s important.

I just received some bad news. The annoying Army of Light and the admirable Illidari are preparing a support force due to changes in the same world. Their destination is the world you are in.

Little Delano is truly blessed.

Although the influence of the Void here has been dispelled by my old friend Diakum himself, this world obviously has to bear a heavier responsibility. It has been drawn into the vast battlefield of the Force conflict.

Now you are all warriors.

It's disappointingly reckless that the radical Antlered Defiler is determined to return to his homeland at this critical moment, but I suspect he will get his wish. However, the situation in Draenor cannot be left unattended.

Once the support of the Army of Light and the Illidari arrives, no matter how great your advantage is, it will be crushed in an instant. Therefore, I want to provide support to your war clan in my personal capacity.

I have mobilized for you a veritable army of demons from the Conquerors, led by three demigods, ready to enter your world at any time.

Summon them in times of need, Gul'dan.

If possible, finish this battle before those annoying reinforcements arrive.

Also, I already know that you have been summoned by some force and are building the Dark Portal."

"Listen to my explanation! Please listen to my explanation!"

Gul'dan shouted with cold sweat on his forehead:
"I can explain, I didn't betray you"

"well done!"

"Ok?"

As Gul'dan looked on in astonishment, the Shaper rose from his throne, clapped his hands, and said to the orcish ancestor warlock:

"You did well, Gul'dan.

You clearly possess some kind of keen instinct, able to grasp important information in a short period of time and make the right decision, just like this time! After being seduced by the celestial mage Medivh, you immediately plunged into this major event. This kind of desperate determination is something I can admire.

But why should it be considered a 'betrayal'?

You don't know Medivh's other identity at all, otherwise you would only feel proud of your correct decision. Child, you have foolishly embraced the most glorious thigh.

Fate is so generous to you, and your luck is so good that even a devil like me feels jealous.

Finish shaping it as soon as possible!
If you can, take as many Slayers as you can into that world, and don't worry, that's what you should do.

Of course, you are nominally a follower of the Defiler. In today's legion system with strict factions, I am not qualified to give you direct orders, so you can choose to reject my suggestion."

"No, I don't have any choice."

Gul'dan broke free from the dreadlord's restraints, raised his bone staff in both hands, and shouted:
"I have only one choice! I will offer my loyalty to you! The Defiler is a powerful demon lord, but its style of action is incompatible with ours. From Diakum's execution of me, I sensed the Vigilant's resentment and hatred for you.

He said that I am very similar to you back then.
I trust the judgment of that fanatic on such matters!

I was born to follow a leader like you. Yes, just as you are the first warlock of the Eredar, I am also the first warlock of the orcs.

This is fate, Shaper!
Please accept my allegiance!"

"Look, children, look at how eloquent Gul'dan is. He keenly grasped the complex bond between Diak'um and me. He knew that saying Dick's name at this moment would make me look at him differently."

The Shaper smiled with satisfaction and said:

"Okay, okay, then I will accept you, but I am different from the Defiler. I always demand strictness from my subordinates, so I will give you a trial, my apprentice Gul'dan."

Thal'kiel paused and said to Gul'dan:
"Forget the war on Draenor.

Since you have chosen to follow me, all victories and defeats in this sea of stars will no longer mean anything to you.

I need you to bring Dick into Azeroth when you open the Dark Portal.
His overly lofty desire for dedication and courage have made him waste too much time in this small world. He believes that this world is worth saving, but he does not understand that Azeroth is the stage left for him to truly perform.

Take him to where he is destined, son."

The Shaper rubbed his chin and said:

"If you can complete this trial, I will grant you the power of a 'king'! Yes, just as I rewrote the fate of Cenarius, I will not hesitate to give you a share of glory.

If you really want it.”

As Gul'dan bowed down, the Shaper waved his hand and instructed the Dreadlord:

"Tichondrius, you will personally protect my apprentice, ensuring he survives until his 'destiny begins' and completes this apprenticeship trial. For the sake of our master's great cause, I demand your utmost dedication!"

"Yes, noble Shaper."

The cunning dreadlord laughed darkly and said:
"Although being in the same world as the 'Holy Light Butcher' makes me tremble with fear, if this is your order, then for the sake of the master's great cause, I will do my utmost!
But I have a small suggestion for you, Shaper, regarding the demon legions loaned from the Conqueror. Since you intend to give Diak'um a 'gift', why not make the surprise even bigger?

"Oh? Indeed, but what do you suggest?"

"Let our Doomsday Overlord Kazzak lead his troops here!
What I mean is, if Kazzak finally avenges his defeat in the third duel with Diak'um, then he can bring back Diak'um's burning soul for you; but if Kazzak hasn't made any progress in ten thousand years, we can also eliminate the weak servants for the supreme Lord Sargeras.

As far as I know, the strange staff in Diakum's hand also needs Kazzak's soul to be complete.

You see, no matter who wins or loses, you and I can see a perfect match."

"Hmm, interesting, right! Tichondrius, your amazing brain circuits always come up with these eye-catching works for me. I am really becoming more and more satisfied with you subordinates who are fanning the flames everywhere.

With a group of talented people like you, we can achieve our great cause without any worries."

(End of this chapter)