Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 167 64. It is better to pursue the enemy with your remaining courage than to seek fame and learn from the dark forces

"The two newly born Lightforged will need some time to adjust to their powers. We're heading to Tanaan Jungle right now to attack the demons entrenched there. There are plenty of enemies for Maraad and Yrel to practice with!
Don't delay any longer, let's set off immediately!"

Diak'um had little rest. After watching over his two children as they each recovered from their difficult trials of virtue, the veritable Draenei war leader prepared to launch a "Demon Crusade."

Faced with the suggestion of Diak'um, who had accepted Kil'jaeden's mark of the Grand Archon and was established as the "third Grand Archon of the Draenei Clan", neither Old Velen nor Hatton objected.

They all agreed that the demons stranded in Tanaan Jungle were indeed a big problem. According to the reconnaissance of the rangers and the crowmen, a steady stream of demons had entered Draenor from there over the past few days. The fel energy pollution caused by their gathering together had caused the largest jungle in Draenor to begin regional withering.

The other members of the K'ure Alliance were still advancing steadily in war mode under the command of General Jaid, but the "newly joined" forest elves could not stand it.

They are directly connected to the vitality of Draenor, and they can clearly feel that the demons are killing the world. If other tribes do not take action to join this natural "Wild Hunt", then the Evermauld Father will most likely go alone and lead the forest elves who cannot tolerate pollution into the jungle to fight.

In fact, it already does that.

A few minutes later, the leaders of the K'ure Alliance who were called to gather around the central round table of the Holy Light Dome heard some rather outrageous rumors from the Burning Blade Sword Master who had just returned.

"Tanaan Jungle has come alive! It has become a nightmare."

The dusty Fire Blade Acting Chief Samuro said seriously to the leaders looking at him:
"Last night, when my people and I retreated, we witnessed with our own eyes those animated trees battling demons. Those ferocious vines would silently attack lower-level demons, strangling them to death before dragging their corpses beneath their roots. Even those harmless flowers began to release a sleeping pollen that targeted demons, and the thorns on the roots of all plants grew toxins.

New forest elves and podmen emerge from the bushes almost every second.

The demons roaming the jungle have no way of defending themselves. Once they are hit by the paralyzing poison arrows, what awaits them is a massacre by plants.

I even saw the wild Proto-Grandbringers and the powerful Magnaron working together to trample on the demons' Forge Camp. This was incredible. They should have been absolute mortal enemies. In the past, they would fight to the death when they met in the wilderness of Gorgrond, but now they have united together.

The forest elves and the tiger people cooperate very well, just like the temporary reconciliation between the thorn beasts and the magnaron.

Jorrin Deadeye also led the Bleeding Hollow orcs of the Mag'har tribe back to their jungles and seized their ancestral lands. With the Bleeding Hollow hunters leading the way, the tigers were ruthless in killing demons.

"this is necessary."

The wizard leader Mar'gok, who was wiping his beloved divine ring with a silk handkerchief, glanced at the silent father of the forest elves opposite him. He hid his greed for the "Blood Drinker Malus" on the forest elf's finger and said softly:

"Magron are direct descendants of Lord Grond, the Creator Spirit. Although they are barbaric and chaotic, they are creations of the Titans after all, and their hatred for fel demons is engraved in their souls.

They are also part of the world's defense force, and at this time, under the call of the world's will, they will naturally walk with the tenacious mortal warriors.

But I am more concerned about the situation in the jungle. There are not only demons in Tanaan Jungle now, but the Demonblood Tribe is also hiding there. The scouts sent by the Crowmen to various places have sent back news one after another that the Blackrock and Thunderlord clans who captured Frostfire Ridge are mysteriously disappearing.

I suspect they might join forces with the demons to fight us!"

"This is not."

Samuro shook his head and said:

"I ventured into the fortress of the War Tribe at midnight yesterday and conducted a close reconnaissance. I found that the greenskins of various clans were confined to the camps around the fortress. They had no intention of fighting alongside the demons.

And although there is no evidence, I think there may have been a major leadership change within the war tribe!

Chief Blackhand's flag was taken down and replaced with a black and red battle flag representing the tribe, but without any personal emblem, which was not in line with Chief Blackhand's style.

"Ok?"

This news made all the leaders, including Diakum, frown, and the Frostwolf Clan's Chieftain Durotan shook his head and said bluntly:
"This is impossible! At the end of the war a few days ago, I saw with my own eyes that Orgrim Doomhammer rescued Blackhand from the battlefield. The tyrant returned safely to his territory. How could he be overthrown so suddenly?
Given Black Hand's character, if he were to face such a provocation, he would definitely not let it go quietly."

"No need to speculate. Orgrim Doomhammer defeated Blackhand in a mak'gora and seized the position of Warchief from him. Now, except for the Laughing Skull and Bonegnaw, two spineless lunatic clans who defected to the demons, all other clans in the War Horde are under his command."

Griselda Blackhand's voice rang out nearby. She was still bandaged and limping as she came over with the help of Gaiara. She threw another animal skin scroll to Durotan and said to the other leaders:
"This is what Orgrim wrote in the letter. I have always maintained a secret contact with him, but this is not a betrayal! I respect the wisdom of that high warlord and learn from him. My orthodox Blackrock Clan was able to gather the first batch of warriors thanks to the secret help from Orgrim and Eitrigg.

That guy sent this letter last night from a Shattered Hand assassin, and in it he made a suggestion for us."

"Orgrim left the pure orcs of the Blackrock Clan under his protection in Frostfire Ridge and told us to take in those poor people. In addition, some fanatical greenskins refused to retreat and stubbornly entrenched themselves in the fortresses of Frostfire Ridge and Gorgrond.

Orgrim left them to us, saying that unchecked mobs are a bane everywhere."

Durotan finished reading the scroll and sighed before handing it to Velen beside him. He looked at the map of Draenor on the round table before him and said:

"Orgrim also said that the War Horde would never make peace with the demons! The greenskin orcs are not the demons' lackeys. He will lead the War Horde away from Draenor, and they will not return until the greenskins have washed away the shame brought by the demon blood.

He hopes we will give them a chance to live.”

"He's dreaming!"

Before anyone else could speak, they heard young Gaiara say loudly:

"If we don't personally eliminate those shameful Fallen, how can the Orcs regain their dignity in their homeland? Father, that demonic blood has contaminated almost half of our people! The very backbone of Orc civilization has been broken by those Fallen, and our vitality has been severely damaged!
How can we let them escape now that things have come to this?"

"Not to mention going to another world."

The wizard leader shook his head with disdain and said:

"The demonic blood makes the greenskins violent and bloodthirsty, like a pack of uncontrollable demonic wolves. They are a nuisance wherever they go! The young Mag'har High Prophet is right. We in the Goria Empire will never let the greenskins go.

My city was burned down by them. The ogres will not forget their hatred so easily. The reconstruction of Highmaul has not yet begun. We need slaves. Are there any more suitable slaves than the greenskins who have lost their humanity?
So, those greenskins stranded in Draenor belong to us. My ogre warriors will be responsible for dealing with them, and what awaits them will be the end of working themselves to death under the supervision of the slave masters of Highmaul.

I promise they won't be a nuisance anymore."

"Tiantong Peak recognizes the judgment of the Wizarding Leader."

The King of Claws stood there with his hands behind his back and said expressionlessly:
"Such a dangerous and inherently polluted enemy should be resolutely destroyed for the sake of the world's long-term peace! If their crimes go unpunished, then where is justice on Draenor? Where is the righteousness of the Alliance of K'ure?"

Not to mention the forest elves. Yongmao's father wanted to personally call the Piranha Plant to eat all the green-skinned orcs. The fel energy in those guys would radiate pollution, and the forests and land would wither wherever they went. They were simply walking sources of pollution.

Velen, Hatton, and Diakum exchanged glances, and finally the Sentinel spoke on behalf of the Draenei:

"We also don't agree to let the greenskins go, and don't take this letter too seriously! It's just a delaying tactic by Orgrim, he wants to buy time. Don't forget, if they don't intend to collude with the demons, how can they get to the other world?
I judge that the war tribes already have the means to cross the world, perhaps a mysterious door, or perhaps something else, and now the greenskins are racing against time to build it.

We must send troops immediately!

Get rid of them before they escape."

"But demons are a big problem. After the Demon Blood Tribe retreated to defend themselves, the demons' range of activities was stuck right between us and their fortress."

Samuro reached out and drew a line on the map of Draenor before him. He said:

"To attack the War Horde's fortress, we have to fight our way through Tanaan Jungle. Even if we can cross the sea from Shadowmoon Valley, we will still face the threat of demons."

"Then fight!"

Diakum said coldly:
"I will personally lead the team, with the Demon Slayers of the Hand of Argus as the vanguard, and gather the elite of each race to break through the demon positions. With the assistance of war beasts like Magnaron and Protoceratops, and with the arakkoa's air control, it will be no problem to break through the greenskin fortress in a short time."

"cough cough"

The King of Claws coughed and said:

"Just yesterday, the Scroll Keepers of Ansu, with the help of those repentant Sun Sages, initially repaired the Breath of Rukhmar. Although they estimate that it will shut down after only one solar bombardment, as long as we can capture a high ground, the Crowmen can use the power of the sun to break through the Greenskins' fortress.

Or simply destroy the device they use to cross the world!"

"Why bother?"

The wizard leader stroked his divine ring, waved his hand, and said:
"I will help you build a launch platform on the coast of Shadowmoon Valley that is high enough to directly aim at the orc fortress. With the help of the All-Seeing Ring and a few secondary rings, I can complete this task in one day.

I built a high platform near the Temple of Karabor, and after the powerful Breath of Rukhmar was launched, I launched a group teleportation on the spot to send the warriors of the Temple of Karabor into the battlefield of the decisive battle. The orcs' fortress is very large, and we may need a difficult decisive battle to penetrate it.

If Orgrim could gather all the greenskins together, their numbers would be terrifying. This would be the second most significant war in Draenor's history, second only to the Battle of Shattrath, and it would surely go down in the annals of history for all races."

"That's what we'll do! Everyone, gather your elite troops and don't let the night drag on. Get rid of the greenskins and then reclaim the entire continent, region by region! We can't let the evil contamination spread any further."

Griselda Blackhand shouted out her suggestions, which were agreed by everyone. The feeling of being involved in high-level decision-making and holding power made the injured Blackhand daughter excited, and even the pain became less unbearable.

This made Gayara sigh helplessly.

She felt that Griselda might be more suitable to be a politician than a chief. This guy's desire for power was a little too scary.

However, considering that ambition is also part of being a qualified chief, Gaiara felt that he should learn from Griselda carefully, so as to avoid being kicked away by Griselda when he was about to fight for power in the Mag'har tribe.

But the Frostwolf Clan's base is large enough, so there is no need to worry.

The leaders decided on a strategy in a few words and then implemented it separately. Diakum, accompanied by Nellie, went to summon the demon slayers of the Hand of Argus. The three young leaders of the Mag'har orcs also expressed their willingness to accompany them.

Only Hatton and Durotan were left in the Dome of Light.

The Grand Archon seemed to sense Durotan's hesitation. He stepped forward, patted his shoulder, and said:

"I've heard of your friendship with Orgrim. Although that fellow leaked Telmor's defense system, nearly causing severe damage to my people, from your perspective, it's hard for you to accept his choice at this moment, correct?"

"I actually guessed it."

Durotan sighed, leaning on his cold steel axe.
"As early as when we said goodbye at Frostfire Ridge, I guessed that Orgrim would definitely do something stupid. I just didn't expect him to go this far for the survival of the greenskins. Although the two sides are mortal enemies, I believe Orgrim sticks to his principles. Letting the greenskins leave Draenor forever is also a way to quell the war and eliminate hatred.

But I am too embarrassed to say these selfish words in front of other leaders.

It was our people who started this war, who brought the taint of demonic blood into this world. They can say Gul'dan tempted them, but drinking blood was their own choice! At least no one forced those chiefs!

We, the pure of the Mag'har, are extremely fortunate to be accepted by you.

We can't go any further!
Therefore, Archon Hatun, you do not need to worry about my people and I hesitating on the battlefield. The Mag'har orcs will prove with practical actions that we are different from those fallen ones, and we will never become like them."

"I'm not worried about that. To be frank, if you dare to make peace with the greenskins on the battlefield, your wife and daughter, who clearly love and hate you, will not let you go. Drek'Thar will even declare your position as chieftain abolished on the spot."

Hatton laughed, and the old ram said in a subtle tone:
"But I think you can perhaps retain that trust in Orgrim. The timing isn't right right now, but perhaps things will change in the future.

Your relationship with Orgrim reminds me of Velen and Kil'jaeden. Although I hate that guy who hurt my people, if you can save his soul and prevent him from ending up like Kil'jaeden, it may be a blessing for both of you.

But there is one thing I must emphasize to you, Durotan."

The old ram's tone became stern, and he said:
"Even if the greenskin orcs wash away the ferocity brought on by their demonic blood and rediscover their former traditions in the future, they will not be welcomed in Draenor! As one of the backbones of the Mag'har Horde today, I hope you can manage the delicate gap between personal feelings and official duties.

They have been abandoned by Draenor, and exile and death are their only options!"

"Well, that's what my partner warned me too. Draka is much more decisive than I am in these matters."

Durotan reached out and stroked his wolf-head helmet. He looked at the sunlight outside the Holy Light Dome, clenched his fists, and said:

"The Greenskins will either die in the War of Reckoning or be forced into a never-ending exile. They will never have a home again, destined to stumble forward until their death, the punishment they deserve.

May the spirits of their ancestors guide their paths."

(End of this chapter)