Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 158: 56. Here, this divine ring is for you! Promise me, little hoof, that we won’t be Holy Light Tyrants anymore, okay? [35]

(Additional update for brother “Huo Zheng Ting Hao” [3/5])
Although the handsome Mar'gok was showing off above his head and scaring off the Doomsday Overlord, there was another Abyss Lord in the city who was killing people crazily. The elemental lords of Draenor might not be able to stop this thick-skinned demon.

Now is the time for the "World Guardian" to appear!
But Archbishop Nai Li participated in the entire process of forging the artifact. She knew very well that the upper limit of the full set of artifacts of the Power of Draenor was far less omnipotent than the Heart of Argus.

Each ring only enhances one power of the holder. Although it can help them surpass the demigod level, it takes all five rings combined to be equivalent to the power of a perfect and powerful demigod.

Margok only possesses powerful destructive energy.

Its defense and vitality are currently at the level of an ordinary lower-level demigod. If the Doomsday Overlord seizes the opportunity and uses a combo on it, it will probably die so quickly that even old Viren won't be able to save it.

"Quick! Come, take your rings! Keep fighting! The danger is not over yet."

The Archbishop was holding the pocket containing the secondary ring and flying across the battlefield at the controls of his spirit dragon. When he met a high-ranking commander of the Alliance of K'ure, he threw a ring to him.

Of course she didn't just throw it away randomly.

For melee professions like Garrosh and Gaiara, you can throw Heart of Stone; for spellcasters like Eredars and Lelan, you can throw All-Seer; for shield-wielding professions like Tiratharan, you can throw Immovable Seal; for healers like Nobundo and Yefa, you can throw Healer; for assassins like Princess Lacey and Eula, you can throw Blooddrinker.

A total of thirty secondary rings were distributed to the senior commanders of the Alliance of K'ure. After scattering them around the battlefield, there were still a small half left. She didn't hesitate to pick up a ring from Malus the Blooddrinker and put it on her finger. Finally, she found all the other leaders except Mar'gok.

"Divide them quickly! Then lead them to attack Kazzak. We must repel him! Jaid and I will lead the others to raid the demon's portal, otherwise this fight will last forever!"

Nai Li threw the three main ring artifacts in her hand to Ner'zhul, the King of Claws and Yrel, who was pulled over from the battlefield by her. The three artifacts with shining light floated in front of the three people, dazzling the people.

The first one to raise doubts about this is.
"Oh! Why me?"

Irel was confused at this moment. She shouted:

"This! This isn't right, is it? How can I be qualified to wear this kind of main ring? This is a genuine world artifact. Even if the Vigilant doesn't want it, shouldn't Prophet Velen or Archon Hatun come?

At the very least, it has to be an archbishop like you!"

"There are requirements for wearing the Ring of Everburning Rage, Yrel. Not only must you be a member of the Alliance of K'ure, you must also be a 'Son of Draenor'!"

Naielle leaped onto her spirit dragon, grasping the reins. She spoke to Yrel:
"I, the other archbishops, and the two archons do not meet this requirement. Only you Draenei born in Draenor are qualified to wear the main ring. Diakum has already discussed this with Velen and Hatton.

After you received the blessing of His Majesty K'ure and became the 'Hand of K'ure', you were appointed by the three of them as the next leader and archon of the Draenei clan.

The Bishops' Council had no objection to this.

In the new generation, we can't find a more suitable and courageous young person than you.

But Diakum asked me to tell you that becoming a conqueror or a protector is a fateful decision for you, so you must think carefully about it."

After saying that, Nari pulled the reins and soared into the sky, firing a shot casually. With the power of the Blood Drinker Malus, the flying bullet turned into red light and easily smashed the head of a Doomsday Lord.

Further away, Jura, Garrosh and others had formed a charging force, and were going to follow General Jaid's hunting cavalry corps to destroy the demons' summoning area outside the city.

"We Mag'har orcs want 'Eternalbest Yseralus'!"

Ner'zhul reached out and grasped the dark green treasure that exuded the breath of nature.

He had no hesitation and no longer had any greed for the remaining conquest and defense. This choice made His Majesty Terok glance at the old orc in surprise, and he said in the gloomy tone of the Midnight Crow Man:

"Given your personalities and traditions, I thought you would choose the path of power."

"Power? Haha, I say it again, look at what 'power' has done to the orcs and this world!"

Ner'zhul said with disgust:
"The pure orcs have formed the Mag'har tribe under the call of the young people. We must personally make up for and heal the damage done to the world by the war tribes and demons. That is a problem we caused, and we will never escape it!

Only when the war-torn world of Draenor is restored to its former glory can the sins of the orcs be cleansed.

The spirits of our ancestors bear witness to our oath!"

He strode out of here and, using his earthwalking technique, came to Drek'Thar, who was supporting the elemental lords around the Dome of Light. They were now fighting against the wild and powerful demon demigod Magtheridon, and the battle was very tense.

The old orc took Drek'Thar's lightning-wrapped hand and pressed the ring of shining power into his hand.

他 说:

"This world artifact is given to you! I entrust the future of my people to you. Use the healing power granted by this world to bring back those suffering from the plague in the city! The demons are destroying us, and the Demon Blood Tribe is sharpening their knives.

We need to bring back those warriors, the good of this world has united.

We're going to fight back.

It starts in this city, today."

On the other side, the King of Claws and Yrel stood there, one in front of the other, with two rings floating in front of them waiting to be taken. The King of Claws made a "please" gesture very gentlemanly.

it says:

"You brought light back to the Crow People under the leadership of the Sentinels. It is reasonable that you should make the first choice. Don't worry about me. I am a king, not just a warrior. I want to lead my people while protecting the world.

For me, who already possesses power, the gift of power is not necessary."

The King of Claws was hinting that if Yrel wanted the Heart of Stone, the ring of power that best matched her, then it would have no objection.

But Yrel hesitated.

She glanced at the holy blade in her hand, which the Crowmen had forged for her using Sun Gold and Kara fragments, imitating the Vigilante's Ashbringer.

She called the sword "Ashebringer", implying that she would always learn from the Vigilant.

Just now, this holy blade fought against the demons, drinking blood and killing power, but it was still no match for those legendary demon lords. If it held the Heart of Stone in its hand, it would definitely gain destructive power comparable to that of the Sentinel in an instant.

I can become the most courageous holy warrior in the world and lead my people to defeat all invading enemies.

but.
But is this really what you want?
The Sentinel always said that he was a child favored by fate.

The first time he saw her, he was convinced that she would be able to do great things in the future. Irel didn't know where the Sentinel's confidence came from, but she believed that the saint, whom she regarded as an elder and mentor, would never deceive her about such a thing.

He left the choice to himself, so, "Yrel the Conqueror" or "Yrel the Guardian"?
"call"

The little hoof let out a long breath, and finally, under the surprised gaze of the King of Claws, Irel reached out and grasped the Immovable Seal of Saktus. She stroked the black stone ring and put it on her finger.

she says:

"I pledged my loyalty to the Holy Light before the Vigilant. I want to be a warrior like him who protects the people!

To this day, I have never given up on my ideals. I still don't know how to become a qualified leader, but I will learn. I have a long time to learn, and my people have plenty of time to wait for my transformation.

She took down a jeweled round shield from her back and lifted the heavy blade with one hand. The two-handed weapon and the shield seemed a little inappropriate, but how to say it? In the words of the saints, this is the privilege of the garrison officer.

"But strength is an essential quality for a leader."

The King of Claws reached out and grasped the Heart of Stone. He whispered:
"Taking the initiative is also a part of protection."

"Yes, the saints said that for a healer, the best way to heal is to kill the enemy before they harm their teammates. But my choice of the guardian path does not mean that I will lack power, Your Majesty."

Yrel shook her hair, causing the Naaru's blessing mark on her forehead to shine brightly. She smiled and said:
"Holy Light! Holy Light will grant me the power to attack. It is precisely because of this immovable seal that I can devote myself to the way of punishment without distraction.

I am an immortal.

From today on, I will also become an 'Immortal Guardian'.

I will be the witness and host of the K'ure Alliance in this world. This is the mission the saints wish for me to undertake. In the future, anyone who wishes to trample upon this precious unity will first have to get past me."

"Well, what a dazzling mind."

The King of Claws sighed, then put on the ring and bowed gracefully, saying:
"Well, I salute you, leader of the Draenei clan. May our peoples remain friends forever. But for now, let these 'Sons of Draenor' deal with these demons first."

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"Why did demons suddenly appear? Where did so many demons come from?"

At the Talador outpost, in the Tuurem camp of the War Horde, Chieftain Blackhand, who had just finished today's "Wolf Prayer", stared at the distance in amazement. The scene of the ferocious Doomsday Overlord calling on the Burning Legion to besiege the city of Shattrath made him think for a moment that he was hallucinating.

The weaklings of the Alliance of K'ure will surely be shouting that the evil Chieftain Blackhand summoned demons to help him, but in reality, the Chieftain himself will have no way to defend himself.

What kind of demons are these? I don't know why they suddenly went crazy and appeared here!
Hey, can you please stop spreading rumors?

Although I drank the demon blood and formed the Demon Blood Tribe, condoned the warlocks to use plague on enemies and traitors, seized Frostfire Ridge and launched wars across the world, enslaved various races, and thought about bloodbathing Draenor all day long, the blame for the appearance of this demon today really cannot be put on me!
When the Doomsday Overlord appeared, I was as confused as you guys!

"It must have been the work of those warlocks. Just like they used the plague without your permission, this demonic advent might also be a bad idea that suddenly popped up in their fel-burned brains."

A high-ranking warlord of the Blackrock clan whispered to the chieftain who was looking towards Shattrath City with a telescope:

"Should we ask a sorcerer?"

"Who are you looking for?"

Black Hand threw down the telescope and said in a cold tone:

"Gul'dan was stripped of all his power and exiled to Tanaan Jungle to forge that gate. Zuluhed previously said that the Alliance of K'ure had forged the world's artifacts, and he would lead the Dragonmaw Clan to retrieve those powerful weapons for us.

The remaining high-level warlocks either died or ran away, and the rest were just some shameless bastards who were not up to par.

I don't believe that the Shadow Council, which I have suppressed so much, still has the ability to summon so many demons without telling me!

Although those warlocks are all "talented" people who are eager to create chaos in the world, it is estimated that what happened today was not done by them. Without the leadership of a guy like Gul'dan who is full of evil intentions but does have some ability, they would not be able to create such a big scene.

Go call the Wolf Priest!"

"Yes."

The High Warlord turned to leave, but the Warchief gave another order:
"Hold all Talador warlords to their battle stations and await my orders."

"Ok?"

The high-ranking warlord looked back at the chief in surprise and said:

"You mean, while the demons are besieging us, we should also..."

"I have my own arrangements, just pass on the orders."

The great chief waved his hand, and the high-ranking commander didn't dare to ask any more questions and turned away.

If the previous Chieftain Blackhand was just cruel, then since the number of wolf priests increased and they gained the trust of the Chieftain, Blackhand is now both cruel and gloomy. Even a warlock like Gul'dan could not grasp the Chieftain's pulse and was exiled to the "frontier". This seems to indicate some changes in the Chieftain.

Soon, the priest of the Black Wolf God came in response to the call.

He was a green-skinned orc who had once been a high-ranking warlock of the Shadow Council. However, he was inspired by the Black Wolf God and left that group. He was one of the first warlocks to submit to the Black Wolf God, so naturally he had a very high status in the group of Wolf Priests.

He took off his sorcerer's black robe and put on a wolfskin cloak, and wore a helmet made of a black wolf's head on his head.

This is the traditional helmet style of the orcs. Many orcs will make such a helmet to commemorate their wolves after they die. Durotan has such a white wolf helmet. Their ancestral skinning and leathermaking skills are also very familiar with making this kind of thing.

"Oronok, what's with these demons that suddenly appeared?"

The chief looked at the wolf priest and said:

"Did the Slayer give you an oracle?"

"Yes, the Black Wolf God was summoned by the Defiler. He sensed the birth of Draenor's world artifact and wanted to seize it. These demons are from the Burning Legion. They are not servants of the Defiler but from the command of another great demon lord.

The appearance of the Doom Overlord means that the Burning Legion is no longer prepared to wait, and they have officially begun to attack this world."

Wolf Priest Oronok Torn-heart fixed his eyes upon the Warchief beneath his helm and said:

"We all know that the appearance of the demon has nothing to do with you. This is a disaster for the world. However, due to the Shadow Council's previous activities and the demon blood we drank, you can't explain yourself even if you have ten mouths. You have to bear this blame even if you don't want to.

But the Black Wolf God thought this was not a bad thing.

The arrival of demons will objectively weaken the Alliance of K'ure's resistance. If we can seize this opportunity to capture Shattrath City, the War Horde still has hope of reversing the outcome."

"Reverse the result?"

Chief Blackhand's eyes widened. He said:

"The Black Wolf God thinks that the tribe and I might fail?"

"It's not a possibility, it's a high probability!"

The Wolf Priest was not like the warlocks who would use flattering words to coax Black Hand. Oronok said bluntly:

"Before they obtain the world artifacts, the odds of victory between the two sides may still be fifty-fifty. However, once those artifacts are delivered to the lords of the K'ure Alliance, their chances of victory will skyrocket.

The Black Wolf God had felt the power of the artifact in the wilderness of Gorgrond at this time, and it was definitely not something that ordinary people could resist.

So if you want to win, uniting your legion of demons is an effective way, but it means that your war clan will be forever linked to the demons.

This was originally planned by the warlocks of the Shadow Council. I was once a member of that organization, so I know their thoughts very well. Before the arrival of the Black Wolf God, you and the entire tribe were being pushed around by them.

After we drank the devil's blood, this outcome could no longer be changed."

"So, what does the Black Wolf God mean?"

The chief stared at the Wolf Priest in front of him and said:

"The wolf promised me victory!"

"The 'victory' promised by the Black Wolf God is not the same as the 'victory' you imagine."

Oronok Torn-heart touched the wolf tattoo on his green arm and said:

"We may fail on Draenor, we may even be forced to leave this world, but the Black Wolf's descendants are scattered across the stars, my warchief. Wherever there are wolves, that is our home. Wherever the Black Wolf roams, that is our hunting ground."

One day, the name of the War Tribe will resound throughout the stars.

The real issue is that you need to have a clear understanding of your identity
You are the chieftain of the tribe. Even if you drink the devil's blood and become a half-demon, are you really willing to sacrifice your soul to the devil like those warlocks? Are you really willing to become a minion and slave of the devil?

"But that black wolf is a big demon!"

The chief angrily scolded:
"What difference does it make?"

"Just because it is now doesn't mean it will be in the future!"

The Wolf Priest shook his head and said:
"Just as we are now considered the devil's lackeys by the entire world, who can tell where the warring tribes will end up in the future?
Great Chief, under your command, the Black Wolf God has replaced the ancient shaman tradition and become the faith of the Demon Blood Orcs. We now have our own god.

Our God will guide us!
In this chaotic sea of stars, we will finally find our place. We will embark on a wandering road, but its wolf pack will tolerate us and will respond to you as long as you call.

But right now, you don't have to think about this.

You have your war to finish, you haven't lost it yet."

"Go away! Let the other priests summon wolves and werewolves to cooperate with my army and prepare to attack the city!"

The warchief nodded.

Indeed, capturing Shattrath City was the most important thing at the moment. He waved his hand, stood up, and shouted:
"Also, don't be so secretive next time! I prefer straightforward conversations between warriors."

“It’s a sad feeling.”

The Wolf Priest Oronok bowed and then turned to leave.

The camp, which had been assembled by the Great Chief's order, was filled with furious warriors with red eyes, ready to attack the city. After leaving the Chief's tent, the Wolf Priest called out to his apprentices and whispered:

"Have you found them?"

"Well, those two are being held in a camp on the border of Talador and Tanaan Jungle, guarded by Warchief Blackhand's guards."

The orc priest, dressed the same as Tornheart, whispered:
"Do we need to take action? The Black Wolf God values them very much. He always favors leaders who are brave and resourceful."

"Send someone over to pick them up."

Riftheart waved his hand and said:
"My god's 'freedom' is at hand. Prepare the ritual in the jungle! The warring tribes and demons will lose, but it will be the victory of the wolves. Ah, a feast of blood and wild hunting."

(End of this chapter)