Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 163: 60. Chief, I have repaid your kindness and it is time to treat you to some green garlic
The demon invasion and the raid of the war tribe turned the city of Shattrath into a real meat grinder. The anti-demon coalition was not afraid of the demons and their minions at all. The intensity of the battle between the two sides around the city had already surpassed any war recorded in the short history of civilization in this world.

What’s even more terrifying is that both sides are still escalating the situation!
Thanks to the overly successful "military reforms" carried out by the Conqueror Kil'jaeden more than 20,000 years ago, and the Burning Legion's 20,000-year history of conquest, the demons have long formed a complete set of war modes. Once their first wave of offensive into a world is formed, subsequent troops will land continuously.

The city of Shattrath is only the front line of the demon invasion, but in Tanaan Jungle, the base camp of the war tribe, there are still a large number of demon troops being summoned by the warlocks. Once they advance and join the battlefield, their numbers will definitely overwhelm the city of Shattrath in a short time.

The Alliance of K'ure was also not at a disadvantage.

After the Ring of Healing came into the hands of the Frostwolf legendary shaman Drek'Thar, the plague that infected the warriors was broken. So, with the shamans and ogre wizards teleporting at full speed, the weak warriors who were placed in other places were also sent into the Dome of Holy Light. After quickly receiving the dispelling and healing of the Ring of Healing, they armed themselves and resisted on the spot.

The subsequent arrival of the Crowmen troops and Old Anzu's desperate efforts to summon birds from all over the world to join the battle even made the number of these "flying soldiers" overwhelm the Burning Legion's bats and flying demons.

The arrival of support from the Karabor Temple, coupled with the plant army awakened by the forest elves to serve as cannon fodder, made the war miraculously remain evenly matched.

Although the Draenei are few in number, this group of "rich men" have stored enough weapons and protective gear in the city. They are even generous enough to provide the tiger people who join temporarily with two crystal-forged swords each.

The Eredar are just that, masters. Nothing else. They have mountains of gold and silver at home that they can never spend. As long as they can beat back the demons, they can make whatever they want! They don't feel bad.

All warriors of various races involved in the war are fighting with all their might. They know very well that if they fail, these vicious alien demons will not give them any chance to survive.

There's no way to reason with the devil.

They don't even bother taking prisoners, they're here to destroy the world!

The real turning point in the siege and defense of Shattrath City occurred when the Doomsday Overlord Kazzak was killed by the Sentinels. Kazzak's self-explosion before his death almost destroyed the terrain of Talador. Although it seemed powerful, the killing of the vanguard general meant "landing failure" in the invasion sequence of the Burning Legion, so the demons quickly entered the breakout and evacuation mode.

The vanguard of the invasion of Draenor was led by three demigod demons: Lord Kazzak, the Abyss Warrior Magtheridon, and the Eredar Lord Queen Kelitris. Now that the Lord Kazzak is dead, according to the Legion's war standards, the demons need to obey the remaining leaders and continue fighting.

Therefore, in theory, the demons are not fleeing, they are just acting according to the Burning Legion War Plan formulated by the Conqueror.

But the bad news is that shortly after Kazzak was killed by Diakum, the second-in-command of this legion, the Abyss Warrior Magtheridon, also met his end.

Even though the weak "Holy Light Butcher" was knocked unconscious by the mighty Doomsday Overlord with a fierce "Incineration Explosion" and was forced to leave the stage in disgrace, there were four holders of the divine rings in Shattrath City, and their combined power had already exceeded that of a demigod demon.

Not all Abyss Lords are named Manornos.
Ten minutes after Kazzak's death, Magtheridon died from the Sorcerer-Chief's violent demigod-level arcane bombardment. He was unable to break through the defense of the Dome of Holy Light until his death. Old Velen held up the Holy Word Barrier for the second time and persisted until the last second.

Under the protection of the Great Prophet, none of the tens of thousands of civilians of all races in the Holy Light Dome suffered any casualties.

It was simply the second miracle that the Holy Light had brought down in today's battle.

The demons lost their two leaders and could only retreat to Tanaan Jungle, where the last vanguard commander, Queen Caritris, was located. It would also be the Burning Legion's first stronghold in the world of Draenor.

Although the invasion, which lasted for several hours, ended in failure, on the bright side, even though Kazzak was killed by the dangerous "Light Butcher", at least the Abyss Warrior got the chance to be resurrected and return to the Twisting Nether.

For the demons, death is just a step in the legion's journey. Magtheridon will return to the material star sea sooner or later, and he has eternal time to avenge today's humiliation.

As for the demons who died in Shattrath City?
Do not!
This was not within the consideration of the Burning Legion Commander.

Judging from the speed at which demons are born in the Twisting Nether, the number of demons killed tonight is probably not as many as the number of demons born during this period of time.

After the Conqueror reorganized the war system, the Burning Legion is no longer a trash can for just anyone. Today, the Burning Legion, especially the legion directly under the Conqueror, only recruits elite demons when recruiting in the Twisting Nether.

Those weak demons are only fit to be cannon fodder and have no organization at all, and are not fit to become the hands of destruction of the Dark Titan.

Well, let me add that most of the demon servants summoned by most warlocks are "scrap demons" that the Burning Legion despises. Only skilled and bold warlock masters have the courage to directly enslave the elite demons under the Burning Legion, and the probability of them failing to do so is almost the same as being killed by catching a bullet with their bare hands.

Now you know why warlocks' demon minions are so useless?

Unfortunately, today is not a lucky day for the demons.

Just as they left the battlefield of Shattrath City and retreated to Tanaan Jungle in an orderly manner, this group of unlucky guys ran into the Evermaw Father who was leading the forest elf army to support Talador, and then another war broke out.

Meanwhile, in a tribal camp in Tanaan Jungle.

Orgrim Doomhammer listened to the roar of war coming from the night. He removed the broken shackles on his hands with an expressionless face, and took the Doomhammer that was taken away from him when he was imprisoned from a wolf priest next to him.

Several laborers with wolf spirit tattoos on their bodies came forward and respectfully presented the high-ranking warlord with black plate armor that had been cleaned and blessed by the wolf spirit.

The high-ranking commander put on his armor without saying a word while surveying the entire camp.

The demon-blooded orcs who were guarding the camp here under the orders of the great chief had been brutally killed. It was like an orderly raid that ended the battle in a short time. Several wolf priests walked back and forth among the corpses, holding incense burners that could be used as meteor hammers, comforting the dead and guiding their souls to the hunting group of the Black Wolf God.

Outside the camp, a shadowy pack of ghostly wolves rested in the shadows, their emerald green wolf eyes staring at the camp, giving people a chill.

"Where is Eitrigg?"

Orgrim looked at the Wolf High Priest Oronok Torn-heart, who had been detained for several days, and said:

"You should have rescued him too?"

"Overlord Eitrigg has arrived at the fortress to take over its defense. He is a descendant of the Black Wolf God, just like us."

The Wolf Spirit High Priest pointed to the Wolf God altar built in the camp and said:
"The demon invasion failed, their two commanders were killed, and the battle for Shattrath City entered its final stage. But the good news is that Warchief Blackhand and his vanguard army were also caught up in the chaos of the city.

Judging from the fighting power displayed by the Alliance of K'ure tonight, once they surround the chief, it will be difficult for him to break out.

The Wolf God has chosen a new leader, Orgrim Doomhammer. By the decree of my god Lycanthoth, you will become the second chief!

Go ahead.

Bow down to our God and ask for his blessing, and then lead us."

"You want me to watch Blackhand die in Shattrath? I know Fenris Wolfbring is imprisoned there too. Are we just going to sit back and watch them die?"

Orgrim's anger surged, and he shouted:
"I've been imprisoned for a few days and I'm not very clear about the changes outside, but High Priest, isn't this a rebellion? The Great Chieftain is still alive; he is the leader of the war tribe!

I'm going to save him, there's still a chance!

Before the demons completely withdraw from the battlefield, we can take advantage of the chaos of the battle to assist the Warchief."

The Wolf High Priest remained silent.

He did not explain much. After Orgrim made his decision and would never give up, he nodded and said:
"Then the Black Wolf's herd is with you, Orgrim. Lead them forward. However, the Black Wolf has spoken, declaring that Blackhand's leadership of the Horde has failed. He cannot allow the Wolf's herd to prosper, so you must shoulder your responsibilities.

After Blackhand is brought back to this jungle, you can persuade him or complete a Mak'gora with him. It's your freedom. The tribe needs a more powerful commander!
In this current situation, only a more ruthless and powerful leader can lead us out of this predicament."

Orgrim could hardly accept the choice before him.

He leaned on the Hammer of Destruction and glared at the Wolf Priest. He shouted:
"But Chieftain Blackhand was the first warrior to receive the Slayer's blessing. It had an agreement with the Chieftain. Why would it abandon him? Is this what your God taught you? To praise betrayal?"

"'The Slayer' is the name the Burning Legion gave my God. It is a symbol of shame. My God has been freed! The Black Wolf God is now the savior of the demon-blooded orcs and the home of their cursed souls."

Oronok Torn-heart spread his hands and said to Orgrim very frankly:
"Once we drank the devil's blood, we became cursed. The spirits of our ancestors will no longer accept us. Without the guidance and protection of the Black Wolf God, our souls after death will return to the twisting void under the constraints of fel energy, and even the kingdom of death will no longer open to us.

After we die, we will become real demons!

So, tell me, Orgrim, given this choice, will you follow the Black Wolf God's hunting pack and roam the astral sea? Or will you reject this gift and protection and mingle among the servants of the Burning Legion as a fel freak?

After the mass corruption Gul'dan brought upon us, do we really have a choice?
The Black Wolf God has not given up his black hand!

It mercifully gave Chieftain Blackhand a chance.

If he dies in battle tonight, he will become the first soul servant of the Black Wolf God. Most importantly, after Blackhand acquiesced to Gul'dan's use of the plague to win, do you think that with the Black Wolf God's character, he will still accept such a person as his "chosen one"?

remember!

Orgrim, we have lost all our glory and degenerated into the most pathetic butcher scum! But the Black Wolf God still hopes that we can regain those brave virtues.

It is not a good god, but it is definitely not an evil god.

Go, kneel before it and offer your faith, then lead the Wolf God's hunting pack with a clear conscience.

Do what you want to do and what you should do.

The Age of Conquest Blackhand desired has ended before it even began. Next comes the doomed Age of Exile, a time of sadness and desolation. You must be prepared."

"Huh? What preparations?"

Orgrim asked doubtfully. The Wolf High Priest glanced at him and said:
"Do you really think the demon blood we drank has no side effects? Do you really think the demons would be so kind as to grant us power? Oh, the most difficult times are yet to come. Whether you can lead us out of the inevitable era of despair is your duty and mission as the great chief.

There will be no blessings left for you, you will be responsible for the salvation of an entire fallen tribe!"

With that, the high priest turned and left. Since the wolf god's chosen chieftain was determined to save the one who must be sacrificed, then he, the leader of the pack, must also be prepared to fight. Orgrim came alone to the wolf spirit altar, hesitating whether to kneel down and pray.

"Actually, there's no need to kneel. The wolf spirit doesn't care about those rituals."

A cold voice sounded from the side. Orgrim turned around and saw Kargath appear in the shadows, leaning against the tree trunk next to him. The chief of the Shattered Hand clan had his long black hair fluttering in the wind.

He polished the ferocious fist blade on his wrist and said to Orgrim:
"Lycanthos is a very pragmatic god. He does not need the worship of his followers, but only expects us to honor his beasts."

"So, you, the abuser, are also a follower of the Black Wolf God?"

Orgrim said:
"No wonder you saved me in Frostfire Ridge. I thought it was just a personal grudge between you and Gul'dan, but why? You don't seem like a pious person. You said yourself that you would not find a master for yourself."

"Lycanthos is not my master! I just hunt with him. Wolves don't have masters, only leaders! The Black Wolf God also promised me that in the future I'll have a chance to fight Goldrinn's chosen one!"

Kargath bared his teeth and said:
"The Wolf God knows what I desire, what I want! He restrained the rage boiling with my demonic blood and restored my precious sanity to me. Didn't you notice?

Those demon-blooded orcs with wolf spirit tattoos on their bodies are violent but can still think rationally. The Black Wolf God has given us his blessing long ago.

I'm not pious or even a believer, Orgrim.

But I would certainly choose to follow Lycanthoth rather than a demon that seeks to enslave us.

You know, the Shattered Hand clan will never have a master, but if you become the warchief, I will obey you. You are much more qualified than Blackhand in every aspect, but you are bound by that untimely loyalty!

If the culprit in the past has done you a favor, then go and save him, one life for another, and then do what you should do!

I rescued you, and you owe me your life. Now I want you to become the Great Chief and lead us to continue our pursuit of victory and eternal freedom! You are unwilling to betray your own virtue, and you cannot betray your duty to us. "

“You guys really hurt me.”

Orgrim cursed helplessly.

He knew that he had no control over the current situation. Kargath had made it clear that he would not obey Blackhand, Fenris was imprisoned in Shattrath City, Zuluhed was a warlock who changed his stance according to the situation, and Eitrigg had gone to the jungle fortress to take over the tribal military. All the powerful clans were on his side.

It was not up to Orgrim to decide whether to become the warchief or not.

"You come with me to Shattrath City! Let the Dragon Roar Clan prepare the dragons."

He reached out and patted the wolf spirit altar in front of him as if he had finished praying, and said:

"I'll go save Blackhand, you go save Fenris! Now that the demons have invaded, the Alliance of K'ure will not let go of the greenskins who drank the demon blood. If you don't want to be exterminated, then prepare for the worst."

"On that note, I have some news that will surely interest you. Gul'dan is building a portal that supposedly leads to another world! What a coincidence, isn't it? Too coincidental to be an accident."

"Ok?"

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"Great Chief! Hurry up! We will stop the enemy for you!"

On the outskirts of Shattrath City, in the area where Magtheridon was blasted to pieces by the Guardians of Draenor, Warchief Blackhand, who was trying to break out, heard the shouts of the guards beside him. He turned around and saw the loyal warriors behind him, led by their captain, turning back to rush towards the pursuers of the Alliance of K'ure.

Those brave orcs shouted war cries and made a suicidal charge to buy time for their chief.

The battlefield was still in chaos, but the defeat of the demons was a foregone conclusion. Blackhand and the Horde Vanguard had little time to break out, but it was not so easy for them to escape from the encirclement of the powerful warriors of the Alliance of K'ure. The Crowmen who kept flying down from the sky to assassinate them were a big trouble.

"boom"

The sharp echo of the gunfire made the wolf under Blackhand's crotch stagger and throw the warchief out, but when Blackhand rolled to the ground, he saw a group of Mag'har orcs rushing out in front of him.

Leading the way was none other than Garrosh Hellscream.

They had just fought their way out of the demon horde and were about to join the main force, but they came face to face with the chief.

"Black Hand!"

Garrosh was exhausted.

Even though he was strengthened by the divine ring, he had hardly any rest in the few hours after joining the battlefield. When he saw Blackhand, he rushed over with a battle axe. However, after several exchanges, he was hit in the chest by Blackhand's hammer.

"Pooh"

The severely injured Warchief spat out a mouthful of blood and said to Garrosh:
"You arrogant brat, you're worse than your father! Get lost!"

The Great Chief kicked Garrosh to the pursuers behind him. He himself raised his warhammer, roared, called on the wolves to protect him, and rushed forward with courage.

This guy is really good, the soldiers can't stop him at all.

But General Jaid saw Blackhand in the distance, and the war shaman called on the elemental power to trap him. At this desperate moment, the corpses of several Crowmen fell from the sky and hit Blackhand right in front of him.

The Great Chief looked up and saw a two-headed dragon roaring and flying down. Orgrim, who was riding the dragon, threw out a rope. The Great Chief immediately grabbed it and was carried off the ground by the dragon.

The shooters fired wildly in an attempt to keep the two guys back, but a large number of ghost wolves appeared at this time and dispersed the pursuers in the attack.

"Orgrim! Don't go, stay!"

The shouts from the Frostwolf Chieftain on the ground below echoed in Orgrim's ears. He turned around and looked at his sworn brother who was reaching out his hand to keep him.

The two looked at each other.

Although there was no verbal communication, when Orgrim finally turned around and pulled the reins, Durotan knew that his brother had chosen another path, just like the farewell in Frostfire Ridge before.

"Beware of those arakkoa, Warchief."

Orgrim grabbed the dragon's reins and flew away from the battlefield. He said to Blackhand:
"There are bows and arrows nearby. You defend against air attacks. We must fight our way out. Don't worry. Kargath has gone to rescue Fenris, and the chieftain of the wolf riders has also returned to the Horde."

Silence was his response.

In the tacit silence of the two orcs, they rushed out of the city of Shattrath, which had become a furnace of war, and when the dragon finally landed, Orgrim jumped off the saddle and Blackhand also climbed down.

He was covered in blood, but still held on to his weapon tightly.

He looked at Orgrim, the High Warlord he once trusted most, and said in a hoarse voice:

"They chose you. This is a betrayal! Have you given up your loyalty?"

"This is the will of the Wolf God."

Orgrim removed his helmet, which had an arrow stuck in it, and threw it to the ground.

He seized his Doomhammer, and amidst the blazing glow of elemental thunder, he said:

"I will spare your life to repay your kindness, but Great Chief, the fate of my people and compatriots rests on my shoulders. I cannot watch them rush into hell with you! The days ahead will be difficult to endure. Such exile should not happen to you.

You are the Great Chieftain, you are the conquering king of Draenor, how can you be buried in a foreign land?
Feel sorry!

I betrayed you just to give you the last bit of dignity, just to seize our last chance."

"Oh, look at me, the chief. Even my daughter looks down on me. Even Durotan can laugh at me. What a failure."

Orgrim expected Blackhand to be furious.

But to his surprise, Blackhand only cursed a few words at this moment, and then clenched the burning warhammer in his hand. He stared at his most trusted high-ranking warlord, and remembered the glorious war that night when all the Blackrock orcs shouted his name and followed him to kill the ogres.

In Blackhand's memory, the person who followed him and shouted the loudest was Orgrim. At that time, he was just a young man with a guilty conscience.

He believed that Orgrim's "betrayal" at this moment, with pain in his eyes, was out of helplessness.

The most powerful warlord of the Blackrock clan must have resorted to this desperate measure because he was really desperate. Look at what his foolish behavior has done to the most outstanding orc.

Blackhand took a step forward and said loudly:

"The Blackrock Clan's rules have always been this: only the strongest are worthy of leading the clan. After witnessing the battle between the Alliance of K'ure and the demons, I realized that the alliance that the Draenei saint had painstakingly built wasn't meant for us at all.

Orgrim, the Vigilant's imaginary enemy has always been the Burning Legion!
Diakum alone can wipe us out! He doesn't even consider us enemies. We don't deserve it!
Look at their victory, how glorious it was. Unfortunately, I started the wrong war at the wrong time for the wrong reason. I failed, and I caused you to lose your glory. Losers are not qualified to rule the tribe!
Come fight, Orgrim.

Take my title and become a better warchief than I am."

(End of this chapter)