Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 156 54. Diakum, you jerk! I’m here, but you’re not on Shattrath Street at all. Where are you?

(Additional update for brother “Huo Zheng Ting Hao” [1/5])
The legendary shaman Ner'zhul and Drek'Thar, who were treating the wounded in the valley of Grommashar, looked up at the same time. In the ruins of the chieftain's fortress ahead, they felt an outburst of bloody courage.

And that iconic battle cry.

"Garrosh has crossed that threshold. This kid has become the youngest legendary warrior of the Warsong clan! He's not even an adult yet, and he's broken Grom's record."

Ner'zhul nodded repeatedly, thanking the spirits of the ancestors for their protection, and turned back to Drek'Thar and said:

"Grom now has a rival."

"Isn't he dead?"

Drek'Thar, who had just a few days ago escorted his people to Garadar for refuge with the help of the ogre fleet, asked doubtfully:

"I've heard from many people that they saw Grom Hellscream being killed by the Sentinels outside of Shattrath. Even Bloodhowl was chopped to pieces. It was precisely because of this that the War Horde's attack on Shattrath was delayed for a few days due to the lack of a chieftain's command.

That rumor is quite plausible. I've never met that Draenei saint, but from the stories I've heard about him along the way, even if half of them are true, Grom wouldn't be a match for the Holy Forged even if he drank demon blood."

"He was only seriously injured, although the Sentinel's victory was indeed quite easy."

Ner'zhul explained, then asked:
"You are the shaman of the Frostwolf Clan, Drek'Thar. You respect wolves. Have you ever felt the call of the 'Black Wolf Spirit' in your dreams?"

"Yes, but I know from Lady Draka's letter that it was an evil trick of the Great Demon Slayer, so I forbid my tribe from having any contact with the black wolf in the dream."

The shaman with a black cloth covering his eyes frowned and asked:
"So, you mean to say that it was the evil god Black Wolf who blessed Grom?"

"Well, that black wolf is very strange."

Ner'zhul said with some concern:
"I have questioned the recently captured greenskin captives in detail. From their descriptions, I feel that the relationship between the Slayer and the War Tribe is not a simple master-servant relationship. Under the orders of Chieftain Blackhand, many warlocks of the Shadow Council were drafted to become 'Wolf Priests.'

He also removed Gul'dan from power in order to advance this matter, which is not something Blackhand would do, so I suspect that the Black Wolf Slayer is likely to do something strange with the war tribe's "belief" in it.

I asked our Draenei scholar friends, and they told me clearly that the other great demons of the Burning Legion would not waste such energy on servant races.

Mortal servants are expendable to demons."

"You mean, the black wolf tried to control the war tribe?"

Drek'Thar's frown deepened. He said:

"It wants to fill the gap in faith left by the demon-blooded orcs who abandoned the shamanic path? What is it doing? What use does it have for believers?"

Ner'zhul shook his head.

There had never been such an act of "collecting faith" in the history of the orcs, so he could not understand the Black Wolf Spirit's intention, but his intuition told him that perhaps he could get some answers from the Sentinel.

Unfortunately, the intensity of the war is rapidly increasing, and they really don't have time.
"what!"

The sudden scream in their heads made Ner'zhul and Drek'Thar cover their heads and wail at the same time. The other shamans were not much better off. They felt like they were hit hard by a sledgehammer on the spirit.

But it was not an attack, but the terrified roar of the elemental forces that affected the shaman.

"The ground is shaking. This isn't right! Trees are plants!"

Ner'zhul covered his bleeding nostrils and looked around with difficulty. The entire valley of Grommashar was shaking.

No, the entire Nagrand grassland is shaking!
As the old shaman watched in shock, he saw the giant tree in the valley with the corpse of the orc tortured to death hanging on it suddenly pulled out its roots with a roar, and eyes and sharp teeth appeared on the trunk. The crown of the tree shook and grew, and it turned into a tree man in a few seconds and took a step forward.

The short trees grew vine arms and legs amid the falling leaves, looking like "semi-finished forest elves". The even shorter shrubs madly absorbed the dirty blood on the battlefield, making themselves emit shrill and noisy screams, and jumped up in the posture of magic pod people, chirping and waving short wooden spears.

Plants are coming alive!
Some force is calling them to rise up and participate in a war that concerns the entire world.

Ner'zhul was certain that everything that happened here was happening throughout the entire Nagrand Steppes and even the entire Draenor continent. The origin of life in this world felt threatened, but where did the threat come from?
"Hahaha! The tiny overlord of the apocalypse has arrived! 'Holy Light Butcher' Diakum! Where are you? Your Destroyer Kazzak has arrived! Come out and face your doom!"

The thunderous roar of the demon quickly answered Ner'zhul's doubts.

As the two legendary shamans watched in horror, a huge fel gate opened in the direction of Shattrath City, like a dark green fel blade splitting the sky. The polluted brutal force flowed upstream like a waterfall, dyeing the clouds in the sky a dark green.

It was like a cloud of fel energy obscured the sun at that moment, and even after the figure so huge that it made the world tremble passed through the portal, the horrible pollution continued to spread. The orcs looked up at the darkening sky, and they were horrified to see that the fel energy cracks that opened from the sky suddenly opened, and then tore open by the ferocious claws of the flying demons.

Noisy and ferocious bats flew out of it all, mixed with even larger dread demons and the Doomguards of Ereduin holding burning swords.

In just a moment, the sky is no longer safe.

No.

The moment the Doom Lord entered Draenor, the world was no longer safe.

"Devil! The devil is coming!"

Drek'Thar turned around and shouted:

"Get your weapons ready! They're coming for us!"

"crash"

Ner'zhul reacted faster and threw a chain lightning into the sky.

The dazzling lightning seemed even sharper against the dark background, leaping among the flying demon bats and smashing them down into charred corpses. However, this small gain was insignificant compared to the number of demons swarming in the sky.

Fortunately, the warriors here had just experienced a battle and did not need to be re-armed. When the shaman called on the power of the wind element to close the sky, the Mag'har warriors had already occupied the bunker and were ready to fight the demons.

Jorin Deadeye was the quickest to react.

When the first Doom Guardian landed with a wild laugh, the Son of Gronn he controlled pounded his fists and smashed down. The violent seismic wave swept the idiot and the fear demons around it into the air, and they were torn apart by the explosion of hideous spikes, and the smelly demon blood was spilled everywhere.

But precisely because he is a warlock, Yolin understands better than any warrior present the power that the Burning Legion carries when it enters the world.

The young orc gnashed his teeth and glared, but facing the demon trying to bewitch him, Yolin's reaction was quite decisive. He bit his tongue to keep himself awake, and waved the staff embellished with the Orb of Domination in his hand, letting his Gronn go on a killing spree.

This timely reaction saved many frightened orc warriors.

These fearless Mag'har warriors had fought against the warlocks of the Demonblood Tribe before. They thought that the demons summoned by the warlocks were nothing special, but they were still a little scared when facing such a large number of demons.

But what shocked the orcs was that when the demons fell in large numbers, the plants that had just been revitalized pounced on them very fiercely, fighting them fearlessly as if they saw the murderer of their father or the tree cutter.

The giant tree men waved their vines to crush the demon bats, raised their heavy roots to trample the hellhounds, the forest elves swung their weapons to chop the demon guards, and the demon pod men chattered and fought with the imps of the same height and combat power as them. This made the orcs immediately understand that these plants were activated to deal with the demons invading the world.

It was the "Great Prophet" Gaiara who reacted the fastest.

The Frostwolf daughter leaped to her feet, brandishing her battle axe and shouting:
"It was the living heart of Draenor that awakened the treants to fight the demons. The power of the world is with us! Draenor is watching us, orcs of the Mag'har. The time has come to prove your courage!
The real glory lies here! Defend our world, for Draenor!
Follow me!"

She was the first to rush out of cover and smashed the hellhound with an axe, and the Frostwolf clan warriors followed.

While Griselda was complaining about how her cunning sister had humiliated her, she led her warriors into the chaotic battlefield. When Garrosh staggered out of the ruins dragging the head of the Dog King Hakkar, he was surprised to see that there was no one waiting or cheering for him outside.

To be honest, I'm a little disappointed.

Well, it's not the Mag'har orcs' fault for not respecting their warchief.
The main thing is that everyone is really busy right now!
Look at this demon population, why are you still standing there?

Battle! Why are you just standing there? Come over here and kill the demons, or clear the sewers. Your choice!
"I thought I had killed a formidable creature, but I didn't expect you to be just one of the countless demons invading this world."

Garrosh glanced gloomily at the axe-chopped head of the Dog King Hakkar, whom he had worked so hard to kill. He kicked the thing away, then activated the aura of Heart of Wrath and rushed into the battlefield again, dragging his battle axe.

"We must go to Shattrath City to support! Ner'zhul."

Drek'Thar called down a lightning storm to sweep across the sky, and shouted to the legendary shaman who summoned the ghost wolf:
"The big demon's target is Shattrath City, which houses many patients. They may not be able to withstand the Burning Legion's attack!"

"Deal with this place first, then use the Astral Gate to transfer the warriors to the vicinity of Telmor City to reunite with the Draenei there."

Ner'zhul had his own plans. He said in a deep voice:

"We need to stay calm at this time. We can't rush in now, or we'll just be feeding the devil. As for the plague, there's no need to worry about it."

The old shaman held out his hand and let the little crow, which had flown down from the demon-ridden sky, land on his arm. He listened intently, then said to Drek'Thar:
"The Vigilantes forged a world artifact, one of which contains a healing ring that can harness the plague spores. As long as the artifact returns to Shattrath City, the plague will no longer be a problem. That will also be the time for the Alliance of K'ure to strike back!
We want the healing ring.

We must personally repair and heal the damage done to this world by the warring tribes and demons."

"I thought you wanted the Ring of Power."

Drek'Thar grabbed his two battle axes and summoned his ghost wolf. He quipped:
"That seems more in line with the orcs' traditions and love of power."

"What nonsense are you talking about! Open your eyes and see what has become of the orcs because of 'power'! We don't need power anymore."

Ner'zhul shook his head and said:

"I tell you this so that you can go to Shattrath City to get the ring, Drek'Thar. You will lead our shamans to bring our people and tribe back on track. Durotan has other responsibilities, and Draka is not suitable. Only you or Gaiaan can lead us."

"how about you?"

Drek'Thar was taken aback. He immediately asked:

“You took the wrong road, but…”

"I am a sinner! I was the one who single-handedly pushed for the formation of the War Horde. The current chaos in this world is all due to my 'merit'. If someone like me remains unpunished and can still hold a high position, what right do the orcs have to beg for forgiveness from this world?

Where are the rules and justice of the K'ure Alliance?"

Ner'zhul waved his hand and said:

"Don't worry about me, my people. I know where I will go. It's the soul home I long for."

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"Diakam! Where are you? Stand up and face me! Coward, stand up and face the Doomsday Overlord!"

The roar of Kazzak resounded through the sky. Amid the roar of the Doomsday Overlord holding a giant fel blade, the blade filled with fel energy slashed fiercely on the Naaru Shield barrier of Shattrath City. The terrifying fel fire storm confronted the dazzling golden barrier. The energy confrontation between fel energy and holy light formed a chaotic and noisy storm, which swept everything in the nearby battlefield into it.

It was madly provocative.

It longed for the garrison commander who had brought it two shames to stand up and be killed by it with a single sword to vent its anger, and at the same time to take back the soul that had been stolen from it. However, there were no sentinels in the city of Shattrath to respond to the challenge.

This made the irritable and powerful Kazak think that Diakum was scared, so he swung his giant blade even more angrily to chop the barrier.

This scene was seen by Velen on the Holy Light Dome. The old prophet frowned as he looked at the demons that were constantly being shot down by the city defense artillery outside the barrier in front of him. A Burning Legion's vanguard of destruction was taking shape with Kazzak as the node.

If we continue to wait passively, the entire city will be surrounded by the swarming demons.

"We must stop the Doomsday Overlord from destroying the barrier. All those infected in the city have been transferred to the Holy Light Dome. Once the barrier is destroyed, they will be finished!"

Wei Lun leaned on his staff and turned to Jaid beside him and said:

"I'll hold it back until the World Artifact returns to Shattrath City and the plague is cleared. Then you can bring the warriors to fight back and help me."

"Are you alone?"

Jaid frowned and said:

"I will accompany you to fight the enemy."

"No, a leader never travels alone. Mighty General, I will accompany your prophet to meet the demon leader."

In the teleportation of violet light, the ogre wizard leader Mar'gok strode out.

This seems to be a signal.

At the teleportation nodes all over Shattrath City, portals cast by the ogre wizards were opened. The wizard-chief's king's guard, along with the Blade Tower ogre barbarians who had just surrendered to the Goria Empire, rushed out of the outpost near the outer city area and joined forces with brave warriors from various tribes to resist the demon's attack.

Mar'gok held the Staff of the Supreme Being in one hand and the Ogre Spellcaster's Beads made of Apexis crystal in the other. He gave Velen a courtesy between leaders and said:

"And it's not just me who's here, Your Excellency the Prophet. Look up at the sky. The Wise King of the Crowmen and their Midnight God have also responded to the call of the Alliance of K'ure and are coming here with their Claw Guards.

Also, I heard that the world artifact forged by the Vigilants is being sent back to Shattrath City?

Although the timing is not right, I still want to ask.
Which one do you draenei intend to choose?"

"You choose first!"

Wei Lun waved his hand and said:
"But we must hold on until the moment comes to take the treasure."

"Of course, of course,"

Velen's response pleased Mar'gok greatly, and he cried out:
"Since this is the demon's 'first visit' to Draenor, it would be impolite for our leaders not to come out to greet them. Please, Prophet, lead the charge for me and allow this 'Son of Draenor' to greet the Doomsday Overlord first.

The world has never faced such a staggering challenge, but I believe we can prevail!
Not only because we good people are about to hold the artifact, but also because we have leaders like the Vigilantes on our side. The demons will take nothing away from this world except failure!"

(End of this chapter)