Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 164 61. Oh, it’s time for the sorcerers to perform their traditional arts again
It was dawn the next day when Orgrim returned to the Horde fortress in Tanaan Jungle, surrounded by wolf priests.

This fortress filled with demon-blooded orcs was dead silent. It had returned to peace after a brief period of chaos. When Orgrim walked into the clan hall carrying the Hammer of Destruction, the strong smell of blood had not yet dissipated.

His old friend Eitrigg was waiting for him there, clad in the plate armor of the Blackrock clan, and the mighty Nazgrel was leaning on his battle axe.

He did not hide the fact that he had killed a lot of people last night, but he preferred to call it a "purge of corruption" or "restoration of order."

In addition to these two people, there were also Zuluhed, the chief of the Dragonmaw Clan, Azuka Bladefury, the heir of the Burning Blade Clan, and Kargath who was sitting on the chief's seat and sharpening his fist blade. Finally, there was Fenris Wolfbrood who was rescued from the cage in Shattrath City.

This guy is pretty miserable.

The Draenei's moral standards do not allow them to abuse prisoners, but Fenris was captured by the old hunter Leolox in Frostfire Ridge. In order to prevent the "magic wolf" from escaping, Chief Mok'Nathal broke his hands and feet and severed his tendons.

Even for the orcs who drank the devil's blood, this was a truly serious injury.

Fenris was still able to stand up now because the Draenei sent a priest to heal him when he was imprisoned. However, the severe damage to his body made it impossible for him to charge into battle in the future, and he could only be a wolf cavalry commander.

This is almost the most painful ending for a warrior pursuing power, but Fenris's mental state seems to be okay, and he is not too desperate.

Orgrim looked around.

As the others looked on meaningfully, he looked at the throne of the clan king, strode forward without hesitation and sat on it.

"boom"

The Hammer of Destruction, still stained with blood, was placed beside the throne, and a flash of lightning flashed across the hammer.

他 说:

"Are you alone? Where's Kaz of the Laughing Skull? Where's Chieftain Hulkan Skullsplitter of the Bonechewers? And most importantly, where is Gul'dan?"

"Those two guys got away."

Eitrigg said with a hint of apology:
"I tried to persuade them, but they were unwilling to accept. They had been prepared. With the help of outsiders, the two chiefs fled to the 'Seat of Glory', where they were taken in by the demon commander.

As for Gul'dan.
With the help of Chief Zuluhed, who was 'wise and righteous', we stopped him before he could escape."

"I broke six of his ribs! I hacked all of his apprentices to death, burned their bodies, and destroyed their soul stones. May the Wolf Spirit forgive their sins."

Nazgrel smiled happily and said to Orgrim:
"The priests also tattooed the Wolf God on his face. With that binding mark, Gul'dan can't fully utilize his magical powers. Do you want to bring that bastard up here?"

"Well, bring him up here. I have something to ask him."

Orgrim waved his hand, and Nazgrel, who was full of morale because he had been promised to reorganize the Blackscar Clan, turned and left. After the brave warrior left, the clan hall fell into silence again.

The cunning Zuluhed looked left and right. He was glad that he stood on the "right" side at the critical moment, thus avoiding a tragic reckoning. But seeing these guys so deadlocked was not a good thing, so he thought he should take on the "ice-breaking responsibility". This job used to be done by Gul'dan, but Zuluhed believed that he could do it well too.

The old sorcerer holding the hunting whip coughed a few times and asked:
"Great Chief, what should we do with the remaining members of the Shadow Council? Technically, I am now the leader of the Shadow Council, but with just a word from you, I will be happy to help you eliminate those 'unstable factors'."

"No, we need them. For now."

Orgrim calmly accepted the title of "Great Chief" and said:

"In the upcoming escape for survival, there is a group of spellcasters who can be of great help, but the Shadow Council's dark and ruthless style of operation must change immediately!
You pick some honest and loyal warlocks to take with you, and select new warlock apprentices from various clans. The remaining cunning ones will be handed over to the High Priest Oronok Tornheart. He has the means to teach them to become qualified wolf priests.

The wild Black Wolf God needs these smart guys."

"Oh, okay."

Zuluhed, a man of great common sense, nodded respectfully, but in his heart he was furiously complaining about Orgrim's orders. He was already a warlock, so where were the "honest" ones left? Was it really necessary to pick out the less bad guys from among the bad ones?
Isn't this just making things difficult for people?
However, since Orgrim said so, it meant that the great chief did not intend to exterminate the Shadow Council, which made Zuluhed feel relieved. He was also a warlock, and he would also feel sad for the tragic fate of other warlocks.

"One more thing, Eitrigg. You must send men to Frostfire Ridge immediately."

Orgrim said in a deep voice:
"The Alliance of K'ure won a resounding victory tonight. Facts have proven that they are united as one and, with the support of the world's divine artifacts, the demons are no match for them. Once the demonic trouble is eliminated, those warriors will definitely turn their conflict against us. The armies of the Thunderlord and Blackrock clans stranded in Frostfire Ridge will be in great danger.

We must bring them back before they are destroyed."

"It's not difficult."

The Wolf High Priest said softly:

"The ghost wolves under my god's command can carry people through the spirit world. As long as they gather in time, my god will bestow his grace and bring them back to the fortress. Chief Fenris needs to return to Frostfire Ridge. Only you have enough prestige to restrain the wolves of the Thunder God clan."

"I would like to go."

Fenris leaned over, stroking his weak wrist, and whispered:

"Also, thank you for sending Kargath to save my life, Warchief. If it had been Blackhand... well, I, a loser, would have been dead. But since you all don't want to bring it up, I'll ask, a worthless person like you."

The wolf of Frostfire Ridge raised his head and looked at Orgrim. He said:
"Did you kill Blackhand? You'd better kill him, otherwise the Blackrock Clan will be in big trouble! His two sons won't let this go. Do you want me to help you get rid of Red and Maim while I bring the others back?"

"Black Hand is not dead. I spared his life."

Orgrim waved his hand and said:
"I will never be able to repay what I owe him, and there's no need to discuss this matter!

Let Rend and Maim return. I will hand over the Blackrock Clan to Eitrigg, but they can both have their own clans. If they plan to retake their father's throne in the future, let them practice well.

I'm expecting them to launch a Mak'gora at me at any moment.

Listen up, everyone!

Now is not the time to engage in internal strife. I can't say anything about the other leaders of the Alliance of K'ure, but the Mag'har tribe composed of those young people will never let us go.

I won't hide it from you. I've been communicating privately with Griselda Blackhand. The child told me that the original intention of establishing the Mag'har tribe was to eliminate corrupted people like us, especially Hellscream's son, the young man named 'Garrosh', who has sworn a blood oath that he will fight to expel us all his life.

The Mag'har are an important part of the Alliance of K'ure. Their attitude will directly affect the strategies of other races. Perhaps soon, after the demons are defeated, a massacre will be waiting for us.

The pure orcs see us as a disgrace that must be eradicated.
I don’t intend to dispute that, but if you’re not going to surrender, then we’re going to have to work together.”

"But you did not drink the demon blood, Orgrim."

Fenris questioned:

“You can definitely return to them!

Your sworn brother Durotan is the leader of the Alliance of K'ure, and he can speak well of you. Griselda Blackhand also respects you and is willing to accept you. How can we trust that you will lead us to a successful transition and not lead us into a trap set by the Pure Ones?

Faced with this question, Orgrim did not respond.

He simply took off his gauntlets, revealing his pale green skin. He glanced at Fenris and said:

"I didn't drink the demon blood, but the radiation of the fel energy will soon make me one of you, so put your heart back in your stomach and do what I command! I will lead you to escape, this is also the will of the Wolf God.

We will go to a new world, and the enemies of the Wolf God are there too.

There, we will be tempered by destitution and war, ultimately surviving this bleak era of exile. However, the Wolf God's descendants are scattered across the starry seas. Once we have completely eradicated the taint of demonic blood, we can lead the wolf pack in roaming the galaxy. What lies ahead will be difficult, but I believe you are prepared. It's either live or die; for a fugitive, the choice is always simple."

He looked at everyone, and saw that none of the chiefs, including Zuluhed, objected. So Orgrim nodded and said to Eitrigg:
"Withdraw all the warriors from the jungle and let the demons take over! Let those destroyers buy us the final preparation time. Once the armies of Thor and Blackstone meet up, we will set out immediately and leave this world that no longer welcomes us."

"But Orgrim, uh, Warchief, what about the Warsong clan?"

Eitrigg frowned and said:
"Grom Hellscream has been in a coma since he was brought back, and the Wolf God's blessing couldn't heal him. Without him, we have no control over the fierce warriors of the Warsong Clan. Garrosh Hellscream has also founded the Pure Warsong Clan. Grom's only heir is now our enemy."

"Until Grom awakens, I will lead the Warsong Clan! As soon as Grom awakens, I will return the clan to him."

Orgrim cried:
"Any warlord who disobeys may come to me. If they are unwilling to follow us out of Draenor and wish to continue this dishonorable war here, then let them stay.

I imagine the demons would be happy to accept them, just as they accepted the Laughing Skull and the Gnawer of Bones."

"Great Chieftain, Gul'dan is here."

Nazgrel's voice echoed outside the clan hall. A moment later, the embarrassed Gul'dan was brought before the warchief, escorted by several warriors loyal to Orgrim.

This warlock is no longer as glorious as before.

His black robe was covered in blood, the bone spurs on his shoulders were broken, the fangs at the corners of his mouth were pulled out, and there was a wolf tattoo on his face, which restrained his evil power. A rope tied Gul'dan's arms, forcing him to limp and walk in a miserable manner.

But he was a sorcerer, an excellent sorcerer, so he knew exactly what he should do in this situation.

Under Orgrim's cold gaze, Gul'dan fell to his knees smoothly. He coughed and stared at Zuluhed with resentment at the critical moment when he betrayed him. The Dragonmaw Chieftain had no shame and waved at Gul'dan as shamelessly as another outstanding warlock.

This bastard!
After such a brutal backstabbing, he still greeted me like nothing happened.
Well, I taught him really well, even a little too well.

However, Gul'dan is Gul'dan after all, and he knows why he was still alive after almost all the high-ranking members of the Shadow Council were killed by Orgrim's lackeys.

I am still useful!
So without Orgrim's questioning, Gul'dan shouted hoarsely:
"That door isn't finished yet! It's far from complete. I've only imprinted the world coordinates of Azeroth there. To open it, I need to connect it to the energy nodes of Tanaan Jungle. That's a delicate task that only a spellcaster can complete, and it will take a very long time."

"That's why you're still breathing here!"

Orgrim said coldly:
"I don't know how long those demons can hold off the wolves and tigers of the Alliance of K'ure, but I'm afraid you don't have that much time, Gul'dan. I will give you all the laborers of the clans to drive. Blackscar Chieftain Nazgrel will be watching you, so you'd better not play any tricks!
Tell me, what else is needed to open that door in a short time?"

"Sacrifice of Fel Energy!"

Gul'dan cried:

"That door can be powered by arcane magic, but we orcs have never been good at arcane magic. I replaced it with fel energy, but you have to understand, Orgrim, no, Warchief! You have to understand that our world is separated from that world by an entire star sea. The energy required to open such a door is staggering.

I have found a contact in the other world. That powerful demigod from another world welcomes us over.

He will cooperate with us to open the door, but the energy must be provided by us.

In order to gather fel energy in a short period of time, sacrifices must be made, just like when we warlocks summon great demons, we need to prepare the Well of Fel. The energy required to open the Dark Portal will be even greater than that!
Even if we sacrifice all our slaves, it won't be enough. I know you are kind, but you must make up your mind.
It’s a terrible choice.”

Orgrim fell silent, but after a few seconds, the orc leader, known for his wisdom and decisiveness, looked at Gul'dan with a strange look, looked him up and down, and said:
"Is it enough to just use fel energy?"

"Yes, as long as there is enough evil energy."

Gul'dan laughed sinisterly, as if expecting Orgrim to make a decision as cruel as Blackhand's, so as to completely strip off the hypocrite's disguise.

But the next moment, he saw Orgrim stand up and say:

"So, is the fel energy squeezed out of a demonic demigod enough to charge it?"

"This"

Gul'dan was stunned.

He hadn't expected Orgrim to dare to rebel against Tian Gang and use the great demon as the "energy battery" of the Dark Portal. However, under the threat of Doomhammer's hammer head shining with thunder, he immediately replied:
"It might not be enough, but it should be enough. The problem is, with all this chaos and chaos, where can we find the big devil?"

"Isn't there a big demon in the Seat of Glory? It happens to be very close to here."

The chief curled his lips and said:

"You! Gul'dan, prepare the materials and rituals for enslaving the demons. The rest of you, bring your elite warriors, and the wolf priests will follow me.

Don't waste time!
If Lycanthos wishes to see the Demon Blood Orcs free from their curse and join his herd, then the Black Wolf God must also strengthen our strength! The warriors of the K'ure Alliance scolded us as the devil's lackeys. Although we can no longer be friends with them, we can at least prove it with our actions.
We are not the devil's dogs!"

"Well, if that's the case"

Gul'dan rolled his eyes and said:

"Then I suggest you wait a few days. I have recently developed a new kind of magic that can reuse the bodies of those who died in battle. I can use the ancient heritage of the Shadowmoon Clan to attract the power of death to strengthen those corpses, turning them into iron pioneers who are not afraid of death.

Trust me, High Chief.

Whatever you decide to do in the future, you’re going to need an army like this.”

"You want to desecrate the dead? You dog sorcerer, you really don't change your bad habits!"

Eitrigg cursed:

"We will never allow ourselves to fall to such a shameful level, and the Black Wolf God will not allow us to do so either."

"Do not."

The Wolf High Priest Oronok Torn-heart, who had been silent the entire time, interrupted Eitrigg's scolding and said calmly:
"The Wolf God has granted us permission! The remains of the warriors must not be desecrated and will return to the Wolf God's ghostly hunting pack. However, the bodies of cowards and enemies can be used as weapons, such as the Blackhand loyalists who died in the fortress tonight, and the Laughing Skull and Bonebiter who have betrayed the pack.

The Wolf God inspires us to use every weapon at our disposal to achieve victory, and He will bless our souls."

"Let's go get ready first."

Orgrim didn't dwell on this.

He waved his hand and told Gul'dan to get out. The flexible warlock wanted to flatter him a few more times but was then grabbed by the neck and carried out by Nazgrel.

After Gul'dan left, Orgrim turned to Zuluhed and said:
"You will assist Gul'dan in preparing the necessary preparations for enslaving the Archdemon, and note how he uses the Archdemon to power the Dark Portal, then privately replicate an identical ritual."

"Ok?"

Zulushid looked at the chief in surprise, and then he heard the chief say in a cold voice:
"Do you intend to take a scourge like Gul'dan to another world? I don't intend to sacrifice my own people to open that gate! If one great demon isn't enough, then add a great warlock!

Gul'dan doesn't deserve any form of redemption!

Let him stay in this hometown that wants to strangle him to death."

(End of this chapter)