Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 170 67. Who says you can’t teleport without a door? Let you country bumpkins see what a celestial mage is!

"whoosh"

The golden scorching light shot out like a sharp sword, and the sun flame that once burst out in the night of Tongtian Peak once again tore through the sky. Amid the terrified roars of the green-skinned laborers, the explosion of Rukhmar's Breath accurately hit the target.

The highly compressed and concentrated solar fire was extremely destructive. When it landed, it turned into a golden "molten pool" and spread out. It lasted for less than ten seconds, but it was enough to destroy the rough pillars of the Dark Portal and crack its base. The nearby warlocks and laborers were evaporated in an instant. Even the big demon that served as an "energy battery" was hit and turned into a pile of bones with a tragic scream.

At least several thousand people were killed with just one strike!

This scene made Orgrim grit his teeth and grit his teeth.

The Great Chief stood atop the fortress and fiercely smashed the stones nearby. It was over! The Dark Portal, already barely functioning, was destroyed by the Alliance of K'ure's "energy cannon."
"Don't panic! The positioning is complete. Even without that door, I can still pull you over!"

The voice of a spellcaster from another world rang out at this moment. An illusory raven made of starlight stood on the eaves of a fortress not far away. It spoke in human language and said to Orgrim:

"The Alliance of K'ure has begun its attack, stop them!
You must hold out until I finish casting the spell, and such hard-earned assistance deserves unwavering loyalty, Orgrim Doomhammer. You must obey my orders, and after you complete the mission I have given you, you can go wherever you like.

But if you dare to play tricks midway.
I can save you, but I can also destroy you."

"We have already agreed, Celestial Mage."

Orgrim said in a deep voice:
"Take us away from here, and we will complete that conquest for you. We will capture the city called Stormwind! Even though I don't know how the people of that city provoked you, I will complete the deal."

"Foolish, they didn't provoke me, they are my compatriots, and I am their protector!"

The Star Mage said with regret:

"I simply need another method to foster a unity similar to that of the Alliance of K'ure, just as Diak'um used you to achieve his goal. I must forge a stronger, braver, and more fearless 'Alliance of Azeroth' before the real threat enters my world.

You will bring chaos, chaos will breed fear, and fear will breed unity!
The human kingdom, which has been divided and weakened for more than two thousand years, will rise again.

They need a leader as outstanding as Diakam to lead them, just like a disunited lion group needs a lion as its leader. Fortunately, my two old friends are capable of taking on this role.

Go ahead.

Chief, lead your greenskin warriors to fight for survival.

Diak'um is coming. Bring the strongest warriors you can find to fight him. Don't die.

You are not a green orc!
Remember, the Black Wolf God cannot protect you."

As soon as Medivh finished speaking, a ball of blazing fiery "meteorite" fell from the sky and hit the wall of the tribal fortress. Under the spreading impact of the solar storm, the greenskin warriors near the landing point all turned into burning bones and fell down.

The Sentinel appeared in the spreading heat, holding the Ashbringer and waving his hand to grab Kazzak's Soul Staff. He planned to use these violent and powerful weapons to strangle the greenskin tribe with both hands. Amid the roar of the great demon soul, the aura of fear unfolded and merged into the scorching heat of the Sun Herald. Facing the breath of the dragon above his head, the Sentinel swung the sword of justice of execution, piercing the demon scales and making the giant beast roar.

This is just the beginning.

Behind Diakum, the veterans of the Hand of Argus imitated their commander and smashed into the fortress walls in a "meteorite airborne" manner. The flickering lights represented that the vanguard of the Alliance of K'ure had arrived.

Further away, the ogre wizard's teleportation and the shaman's astral shift continued to send more warriors.

The Proto-Grand Beasts driven by the Forest Elves and the Gronn controlled by the Tiger Men became the vanguard of breaking the formation. The Draenei, Mag'har Orcs, Ogres, Forest Elves and Midnight Crows formed a surging wave and rushed towards the last hiding place of the War Horde.

This fort is huge!

When Chieftain Blackhand built it, he intended it to be the "capital" for the warring tribes to rule Draenor in the future. The city walls alone were enough to artificially isolate the hills of Tanaan Jungle.

It is located in the heart of the jungle, and its outposts and fortresses distributed in different areas are enough to allow it to hold out to the end in a large-scale war.

It is smaller than the Temple of Karabor, but only slightly smaller.

However, even such a huge city could not fully accommodate the greenskins of various races summoned back by Orgrim. Many of them were arranged to camp under the fortress walls. Now they encountered the general attack launched by the Alliance of K'ure, and these greenskins had to fight for survival.

But they are not alone.

As the Wolf Priests stepped onto the battlefield, the Black Wolf God's beasts roared out from the shadows.

The magic wolves' combat effectiveness is average, but they have the advantage of large numbers. When Lycanthos became the god of death with the faith of the green-skinned orcs, he retained his control over the magic wolves, or in other words, the magic wolves are also one of the tribes under his jurisdiction as the god of death.

"Forest! Come alive!"

Father Yongmao, who was riding the original ancestral thorn beast lord, raised his staff high. At his call, all the trees that had not been cut down around the fortress were given vitality. Countless new forest elves surrounded the brutal carnivorous plants and rushed to the battlefield. Outside the battle between the Alliance of K'ure and the orcs, they blocked the herd of beasts of the Black Wolf God.

The decisive battle became intense as soon as it began.

Especially after Princeps Mar'gok completed the launch of the Breath of Rukhmar and used teleportation to send himself, the Claw King, and the Eternal Immortals of the Temple of Karabor to the battlefield, this guy ruthlessly summoned the elemental tide to turn into a huge earthquake, collapsing the front wall of the fortress in one breath.

This time it’s even worse.

"Mag'har! Attack with me!"

Garrosh, carrying a Draenei-style molten crystal battle axe, rushed into the collapsed city wall at the head of the charge, followed closely by the Pure Orcs. The Burning Blade Chieftain Samuro cleared the way for him, looking down upon everything in his sight as he swung his blade.

Jorin Deadeye stood above his son of Gronn, roaring and casting his warlock magic, his eyes filled with hatred for the greenskins.

Today! The Sons of the Blood Ring will reclaim their invaded ancestral lands! Completely wash away the shame of the Blood Moon.

But Orgrim no longer cared about the city wall.

He must first stop Diakum and the Lightforged he led from rushing towards the clan hall, but the tragic examples of those legendary chiefs who died at the hands of the Vigilants reminded the chief that he must devote his most elite forces to this blockade.

"follow me!"

Although he was not a greenskin, Orgrim was not lacking in courage. He personally led the Saurfang brothers and his own chieftain's guard to fight. Kargath also approached from the shadows and tried to complete an assassination.

But the light around Diakum was too bright, leaving no room for shadows to hide beside him.

The orcish assassin master could only attack by force, but was stopped by Yrel before he could get close to Diakum.

"Your opponent is me!"

The little hoof holding the Ashbringer's holy blade fought with Kargath amid the flapping of golden wings. Maraad stopped Varok Saurfang who was rushing towards the holy blade. The brave Chieftain's Guard almost tried to stop the Lightforged veterans in a suicidal manner, and the strongest orcs took the initiative to rush towards the most dangerous enemy.

Brox Saurfang, the Blood Axe, and his chieftain besieged Diakom from the left and right.

These two guys are really strong. At least Brox is as strong as Grom Hellscream. Therefore, Diakum, who is in a weak state, has to deal with it seriously. The Burning Blade jumped into his hand and replaced Kazzak's Soul Staff. He swung the double blades and hit the two orcs back again and again.

Even without using the sanctification technique, the power of being blessed to the lower level of demigod by Draenor's hatred combined with Diakum's well-honed combat skills is enough to make him the most deadly warrior on the battlefield.

The battle between the Sentinels and the Great Chieftain in front of the Clan Hall quickly attracted the attention of others. Archon Hatton, who was in charge of the battlefield advancement, immediately turned around and ordered the warriors guarding him:

"Lelan! Send a few Chosen Ones of Holy Light to the vicinity of the Sentinel and help him capture Orgrim Doomhammer! The greenskin chief must stand at the Judgment Seat in Shattrath City to be judged!" "Yes!"

The leader's good disciple immediately waved his staff and used precise group teleportation to send himself, Eredas, Nobundo, and four Chosen Ones of the Light to the top of the fortress.

When they landed, they saw reinforcements coming from the orcs, led by Nazgrel and the Fire Blade Master Azuka Bladefury. Zuluhed in the sky was also riding a dragon to block them.

"Go help the Vigilantes!"

Nobundo grabbed the shockwave staff and said to the others:
"I'm going to release Murmur here to stop the orcs. His chaotic nature means he won't care about casualties, but since this is a decisive battle, I'll make the most of him."

"Be careful yourself."

Lelan gave a warning, and Eredas beside him called on the shadow to cover his body. At the same time as he used two Psychic Screams to disperse the orcs, the four Chosen Ones of the Light rushed out with lightforged halberds in their hands.

Before Diak'um awoke, these chosen ones who had been protecting Velen since the time of Argus were the most powerful guards of the Draenei clan. With a flick of their swords, they broke through the orcs' obstacles and approached the warchief.

"Momo, this is the last battle. Complete it and you will be free!"

Nobundo stood alone on the high steps of the fortress, facing the fierce warriors led by Nazgrel and Azuka Bladefury. He raised the shockwave staff in his hand and made a shaman's promise.

So the Chaos Sound Element that had shone brightly in the Battle of Shattrath City appeared again, howling and causing sonic explosions, directly shattering the stairs leading to the higher places.

The two orc high-ranking warlords and their warriors fell down dancing with joy, but before Nobundo could catch his breath, several werewolves appeared from the shadows and almost slashed him in the head, but the shaman simply grabbed the deep purple crystal hammer and elemental shield at his waist, and after the totem was planted, he summoned the ghost wolf to help, and pounced on the werewolves without fear.

The "Karabor Crystal Tower" in his hand is a holy object he made by himself using the fragments of the Kara Crown after purifying them with elements. It is extremely powerful.

Besides, who says Shamans can’t fight in close combat?
The orc shamans are all powerful warriors who are skilled in archery and horsemanship. The destructive power of their war hammers is no less than that of wild warriors.

Looking at the chief, he was already injured.

His weapon was almost knocked off his body by Diakum's War Trampling, and he was hit by the explosion of the Holy Slash while dodging. If it weren't for the strong Black Stone Plate Armor and the Wolf Spirit's Blessing, this one blow would have been enough to seriously injure him.

Seeing that the chief was about to enter Diakum's killing range, Brooks, the captain of the guards, became anxious.

The brave legendary orc didn't care about that. He rushed forward and knocked Diakum off the platform with the flaming blade. The two rolled into a ball and fell on the battlefield below, but the holy light that burst out afterwards made Brooks roar in pain.

Grom can't defeat Diakum, and neither can Brooks!
Grom is not yet the warrior model who will kill the great demon with an axe with the blessing of the heart of atonement in the future. Brox is not yet the warrior god who can sacrifice everything and injure the dark Titan in the face of the life and death of the world.

This profession places too much emphasis on the cultivation of the state of mind. These greenskins are very strong nowadays, but they are still unable to reach the perfect state of mind of a warrior.

Brox, who risked his life to drive Diakum out of the battlefield, could not hold on for long. Orgrim gritted his teeth but could only swing the Hammer of Destruction to resist the siege of the Lightforged. The wolf priests rode on ghost wolves that could transcend phases and rushed over to rescue him, but as the chieftain gasped, he saw that the entire fortress had become a place ravaged by war.

It's like a city on fire.
The offensive of the Alliance of K'ure is too fierce!
The four elemental lords all stood on their side, and with the blessing of the guardian ring, the fortress continued to collapse, and it was impossible to hold out until Medivh completed the ceremony.

The greenskin orcs do have a numerical advantage. This fortress and the warriors of the nearby clans have more than 400,000 people, but they cannot withstand the wrath of the entire Draenor. This world hates them.

This hurt world is punishing them!
Defeat is just a matter of time!

"We can't hold on any longer."

Orgrim swung his hammer and knocked down an arakkoa who tried to sneak up on him. He grabbed the raven emblem with his bloody hands and shouted:

"Mr. Medivh, help us!"

"Okay, okay, let your wolf spirits protect you."

Medivh's voice became hoarse, and he was obviously under great pressure. He said:
"I must perform a dangerous operation that is strictly prohibited in all magic books. Fortunately, Gul'dan has tied the core of the Dark Portal ritual to the energy node of Tanaan Jungle in advance.

I want to extract that energy to complete the transmission between the two worlds, but if I don't do it right, it will directly shatter the continental shelf of your world.

Your world is too small to withstand such destruction.

I must.
I must.
Uh. Not now! Go back! I command you! "

"Mr. Medivh?"

Orgrim heard the painful whimpers coming from the other side. He was worried that something was wrong with the mage on the other side, but after calling out several times, he heard Medivh say in a hoarse and dry voice:

"Shut up, bug!"

"Ok?"

Orgrim's spirit was like being hit head-on by a sledgehammer. The impact of just hearing those two words made Orgrim's eyes roll back and he almost fainted on the ground.

That was indeed Medivh's voice, but it was definitely not him who spoke just now!

Then Orgrim felt the shaking of the fortress under his feet, not the fortress, but the roar of the earth!
At the end of his vision, the Dark Portal, which had collapsed due to a direct hit from the Breath of Rukhmar, suddenly lit up with a green light, but the great demon that was sacrificed had been burned, and Gul'dan alone was unable to charge it.

The counterintuitive situation made Orgrim realize that something was wrong, but before he could react, he saw the green light of the Dark Portal suddenly transformed into a swirling vortex of fel energy, like a door to another world being violently torn open.

Amid the groans and wails of the entire Draenor space system, the basic rules that constitute the world were being arbitrarily rubbed by an invisible hand.

At this moment, everyone who was still in the fortress felt the chaos and reshaping of the surrounding space. Terrifying energy erupted from the ground beneath their feet and "pulled" an entire tribal fortress out of the ground in extremely violent tearing and kneading, like a "floating city" suspended high in the sky amidst the collapse of the sky and the earth.

"What did you do!"

Diakum flew onto the platform of the clan hall with his Seraph wings. He stared at Orgrim Doomhammer and roared:
"You have disturbed the Dark Titan? Do you hate your world so much that you wish it would shatter before your eyes? Orgrim! You are a madman."

“I am not myself.”

The Great Chief had no idea what was going on at this moment. He could only guess that something must have gone wrong on Medivh's side. Was that voice just now the Dark Titan?
"Don't panic."

Just as Diakum raised the Ashbringer and chopped down Ao's Hammer with his sword, he heard the voice of the Argus Star Soul. The voice of his hometown rang in his ears, saying:

"Draenor is ready. This is the time to bloom. Across the way! My sister. Go there! Holy Light Dick, beware of the light and find yourself."

"boom"

Amidst the resounding sound of the earth and sky collapsing, Diakum felt as if he and the city beneath his feet were thrown into a madly spinning washing machine. At that moment, he seemed to see the figure of the Supreme Lord in the twisting void and his scorching gaze.

The Sentinel knew he would survive the teleportation.

But there were other people in the fortress, those warriors who had followed him into the fortress.

Pinned to the ground by the storm's pressure, Diakum unleashed all his strength to erect a Holy Word Barrier, while simultaneously allowing his voice to spread throughout the shattered and frantically tumbling fortress.

He shouted to the warriors of the Alliance of K'ure:
"Children, rush out of the city after landing and protect yourselves! Head north and meet me in Stormwind Kingdom! I will definitely find you."

(End of this chapter)