Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 182 5. First conflict: The beaten greenskin, who lost confidence, felt the joy of bombing the fish pond [45]

(Additional update for brother “Huo Zheng Ting Hao” [4/5])
"Ah!"

Chromie, who returned to the temporary camp in the Black Swamp, suddenly sneezed. She rubbed her nose and complained that it must be some bad guy who was talking bad about her behind her back.

Alas, it is difficult to be a dragon, it is difficult to be a good dragon, and it is too difficult to be a good dragon who is heartless and likes to make trouble.

However, at this moment, Cromie was filled with satisfaction after "curing diseases and saving lives".

She felt like a messenger of justice!
The Spellweaver should personally come forward and give her a one-ton jewel medal. After all, as a bronze dragon, she knows very well what disastrous consequences will occur if the young man Arcanagos is allowed to go to Karazhan.

The Blue Dragon Legion was small in number to begin with, and they were two unlucky guys along with the Emerald Legion that had suffered a great disaster. However, they were also their fellow dragons, so they would save as many as they could.

Moreover, Chromie felt a sense of excitement of "doing bad things" in his heart.

She is the Guardian of Time and must never break the law knowingly. In a normal timeline, even if she knew that Arcanagos would die, she could only watch her people perish. This is the cruel rule of the Guardian of Time.

Just like when the Black Dragon King Neltharion took out the Dragon Soul, the Time Lord Nozdormu knew what would happen, but he still had to pretend not to know and pour his energy into it.

This action directly led to the blue dragons being almost exterminated by the corrupted Deathwing in the War of the Ancients.

From this point of view, the bronze dragon owes the blue dragon too much.

But in this already chaotic timeline, at Diakum's request, she was finally able to convince her "professional ethics" to take a break and save her compatriots with her own hands, ignoring the rules, just to repay a favor.

Anyway, this sealed timeline has been abandoned by the Bronze Dragon Legion, and its development will never affect "normal history". Just think of it as a "dream", and after waking up, everything will be back to normal.

Hmm, so this is what the Eternal Dragons feel like on a daily basis?

This kind of behavior of wantonly destroying established history...hiss, why does it feel a little bit good?

Hmm, it seems that it’s not just humans and other creatures that have a dark side to their souls; dragons like me are no exception.

"I sent it back and used time reversal to erase its memory, preventing it from being tempted into corruption by the void shadow you left behind."

Chromie leaned on his staff, walked over to Diakum who was writing the holy contract with his own hands, and whispered something.

"Excuse me, my dear friend."

Diakum thanked him gently:

"If you weren't by my side, I really don't know how to resolve this matter. The Void has been tempting me to sacrifice the dragon to Him, but I definitely won't do it. But suppressing a dragon for a long time is also very troublesome. I can't just rudely break its four legs and wings."

"Are you ancient Eredar so violent?"

Chromie made a face and waved his hand to signal the Draenei not to be so polite, but then he said seriously:

"Your Void Form is too dangerous. The Void pollution you unleash is difficult to clean. Although I know you are undergoing the trials of the Light and Dark Paths and it would be best if you were not disturbed by the Holy Light, you can't always use Void Form to fight the enemy.

Isn't there a safer way to fight that doesn't involve making such a big noise?"

The Sentinel thought for a moment and said:

"Then I'll solve the problem the warrior way next time. I'm also trying to learn and master the techniques of a defender."

Only then did Chromie feel satisfied.

After all, she is still a partner of justice and cannot bear to see the growth of the power of the void in the material world. What's more, there is a deep hatred between the guardian dragons and the void.

But before writing today's bronze dragon travel diary, the little dwarf looked strangely at Garona and Khadgar who were leaving for the Black Swamp in the distance.

I thought to myself, the timeline is so messed up, how can these two guys still get together?

Can we not always make corrections to our destiny in such strange places?
Not long after, Lieutenant Windsor, who was "lulled to sleep" by Diakum, slowly woke up. He stretched comfortably, feeling that the sleep had replenished his energy. But when he sat up, he was shocked. How come there was another lady in a black robe with a hood in the camp?
Is this a member of the Alliance of K'ure?

"Don't worry, she's just a kind-hearted mage passing through. She heard about the orcs entering this world and wanted to help."

Diakum said casually:

"We'll set off once you've rested, Lieutenant. My soldiers are still waiting in the swamp."

"Oh, you can go anytime, sir."

Lieutenant Windsor pounded his fist and knocked on his breastplate to indicate that he was fine. He ran to feed his warhorse. Dick put away the half-written holy covenant, looking furtive as if he was afraid that others would discover his dog-crawly calligraphy.

He stood up and said to Aegwynn, who was meditating by the campfire:

"How long will it take for your friends to arrive?"

"It will be here tonight."

The former guardian said:

"Old Merry is traveling in Quel'Thalas with another old friend of mine. They will come together after they are ready. Together with you and me, four demigods should be enough to handle this matter."

"But a mage is almost invincible in his own mage tower."

Diakham said:
"What are you going to do with the various facilities in Karazhan?"

"That mage tower was built by my husband and me, Sentinel. Although Medivh expanded its underground part over the years, the tower still remembers me, and that is enough."

Aegwynn appeared very confident.

Diakum thought to himself that it was no wonder that you lost so badly to your son in the official history because you underestimated your enemy. If Medivh had not been suspected of letting you win, Aegwynn's life would probably have ended in this confrontation between mother and son.

The Vigilantes were also certain that Aegwynn would discover a "truth" in the ensuing confrontation that would shatter all her pride and reason.

As a walker of holy light, he should kindly remind the former guardian to be more careful, but now Diakum, who is in the trial of light and shadow, must follow the rules of the shadow, and the shadow does not allow him to cause trouble.

Take the initiative to help others?

That's what a righteous person would do!
Please recognize your current identity, Shadow Apprentice Diakum!
You have to keep your sanity in the dark at all times, watch how things develop as a third party, wait for the right moment to strike a fatal blow, and prepare your plans in a way that maximizes your benefits.

You can stick to your moral principles and not become a bad person, but you must restrain your selflessness and dedication that burns people's eyes and avoid being exposed in unexpected ways.

Walking in darkness and serving the light sounds cool, but it is never as easy as imagined.

"You seem to have been waiting for something since just now."

As the group set out again and officially entered the Black Swamp, Aegwynn, who was riding the magic carpet with Chromie, used some kind of magic to restrain her voice and said to Diak'um:

"Is there anything you expect in this swamp?"

"I'm waiting for the inevitable rescue firework."

Dick did not hide anything, and answered with the voice of a minister's heart:
"General Gavinrad and his scouts didn't correctly understand the threat posed by the orcs. They saw them as the same scourge as the gnolls. I realized that no amount of persuasion would change their minds.

So I changed my approach.

It is said that only in darkness can one truly understand the meaning of light. I would like to test whether this statement can develop into the foundation of the path of 'light and shadow twins'.

He paused, looking at the endless black swamp before him, and summoned the shadows to cover his body like a black veil. He said:

"I single-handedly formed the Alliance of K'ure and united the world of Draenor. I wanted to do it again in Azeroth, but perhaps I could use a... well, a gentler approach that wouldn't provoke a violent counterattack from Destiny.

After all, I have seen firsthand how terrible the blows of fate can be when unleashed under the weight of swiftness."

"Is this your own thought? Or is it a whispered allure from the darkness?" Aegwynn said:

"Can you tell the difference between the two?"

"Don't worry, I can do it, for now."

Dick replied calmly:

"I almost got lost in the light once, and I longed to be tempered by the Holy Light. I've learned my lesson and won't fall into the same pit twice."

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"These orcs are pretty ordinary."

In the central area of the Black Swamp, in the traveler camp set up by the Kingdom of Stormwind, General Gavinrad, who had just experienced a battle and won, handed his helmet to his adjutant and walked to several tied-up and dusty orc scouts with a whip in hand.

He observed the green-skinned creatures carefully.

He was deeply impressed by the latter's blood-red eyes and the brutality and ferocity in battle, but a five-man wolf cavalry squadron was obviously no match for more than thirty well-trained knights in the swamp.

The general didn't even need to command personally. The soldiers under his command relied on their daily experience in strangling jackals to defeat and capture the enemy.

Although two knights were wounded, there were no casualties.

"The tattoos they have are some kind of magical effect, General."

The accompanying mage captain, Lord Marin, carefully examined these ferocious orc captives. After taking note, he whispered to General Gavinrad:

"It works much like the elemental powers wielded by dwarven shamans, but also like the tattoos worn by Gurubashi troll headhunters, which grant them a range of strength bonuses in combat and allow them to heal quickly.

The power of these orcs is quite exaggerated.

Although our warriors are only wearing light chain mail, they still have a certain degree of defense. The orcs can use rough blunt weapons to achieve armor-piercing effects. This is enough to prove that in one-on-one combat, even human veterans do not have an advantage.

However, there is something strange in the blood of orcs."

The serious Mage Marin glanced at the test tube beside him, which contained strange reddish-blue blood, and said:
"Their blood is very pungent, like some kind of alchemical drug. It even feels a bit like dragon blood potion to me. This is not normal! They must have been contaminated by some external force, or this could explain why they are always so irritable and almost unable to think rationally.

If all their warriors were like this, they would be nothing more than a group of raging beasts."

"The Vigilant said that the orcs drank the blood of demons, corrupting their group in exchange for power. But now it seems that the power they gained by sacrificing their traditions and souls is nothing more than this."

General Gavinrad spat in disdain.

As a believer in the Holy Light, he undoubtedly despised the orcs' choice.

The five tied-up orc captives roared at the human soldiers around them who treated them as monsters, just like wild beasts. But one of the orcs, who was slightly shorter, quietly observed these humans and the camp amidst the noise made by his companions.

Just as Gavinrad and the Mage Marin assessed their threats, the Wolf Priest disguised as a Wolf Rider was also assessing these humans.

Judging from the slight disdain in his eyes, these humans were obviously not dangerous opponents in his eyes.

After being captured, they followed the humans and found the only supply point in this endless swamp. Following this supply point and the path the humans took, they could leave here and head to their country.

The short orc moved his body, touched his companion, and nodded barely audibly.

A moment later, the low howling of wolves was heard from the swamp at dusk.

On the other side, General Gavinrad and Mage Marin had finished their assessments. The general nicknamed "The Harsh One" looked at the mage's assessment report and said:
"Well, now we just need to find out the number of these green-skinned orcs and the location of their city, and then we can send this report back to Stormwind City.

The good news is that, at present, we have advantages in equipment and terrain compared to the orcs. The terrain from the Black Swamp to the Redridge Mountains is easy to defend and difficult to attack. Even if they take the initiative to attack, it will be difficult to break through our defense in a short time.

I just don't know how organized they are and whether their social system is tight. It's hard to judge these guys' war potential based on the current contact, huh?
Did you hear any noises?"

Mage Marin immediately stood up and opened the window. The sound of wolves howling in the distance made the mage turn around in surprise and ask:
"Where did this wolf pack come from in the Black Swamp? The environment here is simply not suitable for canines to survive!"

"Oh no! It's the orc reinforcements!"

General Gavinrad immediately remembered Lord Diakum's warning. This group of orcs could summon wolves to help them in battle because of their belief in the "Black Wolf God", but how did they find the location of the traveler's camp so quickly?

It is built in a valley and it is difficult for people who are not familiar with the terrain to find it in a short time.

"Those prisoners!"

Marin is a wizard indeed, his mind works very fast, he shouted:
"They were captured on purpose, just to find our camp! Quick, kill them!"

"what!"

The screams in the camp made the general grab his sword and kick the door open. Then he saw the tied-up orcs attacking his own soldiers in the chaos. The cowhide ropes could not hold them back at all.

After knocking down a knight, the short wolf cavalryman jumped onto his horse, pulled the reins skillfully, and looked back at General Gavinrad who was rushing towards him.

The human general clearly saw the sarcasm and ridicule on the orc's green face.

Even.
"arrogant!"

The wolf priest spoke a human word he had just learned in a strange accent, which made the mage who was throwing arcane missiles behind the general stunned.

Orcs are much smarter than they think, even though they look like a bunch of mindless and violent beasts.

A few minutes later, the veteran stationed in the traveler camp came running to report in a daze:
"General, we're surrounded outside. There are at least a hundred orcs and an equal number of demon wolves! They sent a messenger and said..."

"say what?"

Gavinrad reached out and closed the eyes of the dead knight in front of him. He said in a cold tone:

"What did those greenskins say?"

"They told us to surrender! They also invited you to meet their chief, saying that the Black Wolf God's hunting group also welcomes human brothers."

The old soldier tremblingly handed over a piece of animal skin scroll with the emblem of the Thunder God clan, on which were the teachings and mottos of the Black Wolf God.

"Damn pagans trying to threaten the followers of the Holy Light with death! What blasphemy!"

Gavinrad threw the animal skin scroll into the bonfire with disgust, turned around and said to Master Marin:

"Teleport back to Stormwind and personally convey my report to Sir Lothar. The orcs are dangerous and must be taken seriously! Compared to them, the gnolls are nothing but a group of insignificant beasts. Let our kingdom prepare for a war more dangerous than the gnoll disaster!"

"Ah."

Master Marin immediately began to teleport.

He chanted the spell in standard Dalaran style, allowing arcane magic to gather around him, but just as the chanting was about to end, the gathered arcane magic suddenly dissipated like a flickering lamp.

This scene made the mage pale. Under the general's serious gaze, he said:
"Teleportation is forbidden. There are spellcasters among the orcs! Spellcasters more powerful than me. We are trapped here."

Gavinrad pulled out the signal gun given to him by the Draenei without hesitation, raised his hand and pulled the trigger. With a muffled whoosh, a group of gathering beacons of the Alliance of K'ure lit up in the sky above the Black Swamp.

Gavinrad the Stern probably never imagined that he would need help from foreigners less than six hours after obtaining the signal gun.

Although asking for help before the battle seemed cowardly, the general knew that the Draenei had probably foreseen this scene when he gave him the flare gun.

Damn!

These Draenor people are so evil!
(End of this chapter)