Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 185 8. Karazhan is closed today. Please reschedule your visit.
Varok Saurfang is the absolute epitome of an orc warrior. Despite drinking the demon blood, he remains loyal and brave. The intrusion of the Black Wolf God in this timeline greatly enhanced the greenskins' ability to suppress the fury of the demon blood. Therefore, after the fortress fell into the Black Swamp, Varok was immediately appointed as Eitrigg's adjutant.

Considering that Orgrim is currently seriously injured and in a coma, and Eitrigg is in charge of all military affairs of the war tribe, Varok can be said to have risen to the top in one step.

But he couldn't be happy because his brother Brox "Bloodaxe" failed to reach Azeroth.

Some orc warriors said that they saw with their own eyes that the powerful Brox was killed in a duel with the Sentinel, but others said that Brox just fell down and was not dead. However, even if he was not dead, it would not be a good thing for him to stay in Draenor as a greenskin.

Varok pessimistically believed that he might never see his brother again.

But Medivh was in no mood to comfort a lost good warrior. As he finished speaking, the magic from the Guardian dealt a "harmless blow" to Varok, making him unconscious while allowing another spirit to temporarily borrow his body to appear here.

At this moment, Saurfang's eyes seemed to turn into wolf pupils.

"Why so cautious?"

Medivh asked:
"You visit my home as a guest, and yet you won't even show your face? Lycanthos, Greenskin God of Death."

"Haha, you're joking."

Lycanthos spoke in human language and replied in the Thalassian language:
"I'm just not sure who stands before me now. Death? That's just a mortal's imagination! To truly great powers, I can only wipe them out with a flick of my wrist. Lord Medivh, are you sure the 'great man' in your soul will be quiet now?"

"He is busy. He is always busy. He doesn't have that much time to pay attention to an insignificant pawn like me."

The Star Mage said in a gentle tone:

"The reason why the teleportation in Draenor alarmed Him was because He sensed the presence of a 'familiar person,' and at that moment, I almost lost control.

Lycanthos, I am a powerful celestial mage. I travel through the sea of stars and tour the various realms. Destruction and salvation are easy for me, but as you said, in the face of true power, I can't even stay awake.

I can't even tell if the idea of bringing the orcs into Azeroth to forge unity was mine or if He was playing with my mind.

Like a pet.
Well, I didn't invite you here to say these discouraging words. I just wanted to confirm that you want to use your hunting group to fight against Goldrinn, the Moon of Rebellion, in the eastern continent, but will Goldrinn really accept the challenge?

"It's already here! Rebellious Moon won't miss any war, especially this kind of war between itself. It won't allow itself to bow down to anyone, not even another self!"

Black Wolf God said:

"You don't have to worry about your plans. My hunting group will complete this conquest and give your people the necessary time to understand the unity under heavy pressure. I know you want to imitate Diak'um's actions in shaping the Alliance of K'ure and complete the second formation of the Legionfall Alliance in Azeroth.

Rest assured, this plan does not conflict with my hunting pack rivalry.

Even my hunting pack needs to lie dormant and wait here, sharpening their claws. They must personally end the source of corruption here, only then will I allow them to step into the sea of stars and lead my wolf pack to hunt the stars.

Grom Hellscream has his own mission, please help me awaken him
He was unwilling to be awake between life and death.

Perhaps it was that horrific defeat facing the heat that broke this supreme blade, but I still have time to reshape it."

“It’s not difficult.”

Medivh waved his hand casually, and the coffin lid flew up, revealing Grom Hellscream, who had recovered his clothes but was still unconscious, with the Broken Axe lying beside him.

The Celestial Mage touched the molten remains of Gorehowl and said:
"Reshaping this weapon isn't difficult, but I don't think I should be the one to do it. A warrior's weapon should be forged by him personally. Azeroth is full of natural treasures to sharpen his blade.

However, I am very curious, Lecanthos. Your transformation from the Great Demon to the God of Death was so smooth. The conversion between the Fel Force and the Death Force was not even a little awkward. You must have been preparing for this plan for a long time. You even knew what you would encounter before you entered Draenor.

You used Diak'um's hand to purify the demonic part of you, and before your soul was torn apart, you were led to the other side by the long-awaited forces of death, and even the arrival of the Loa God happened in one step.

You are insulting my mind by saying it was an accident.

Tell me, Lycanthoth, who is this 'spy' within the Legion?"

He turned around and looked at the Black Wolf God and said:
"The tentacles of the Death Force have long since penetrated deep into the Fel Legion. I'm certain that your 'accidents' have occurred many times during the past twenty thousand years of expeditions. The Burning Legion has destroyed worlds across the astral sea, creating countless slaughters and deaths. All those souls have been snatched away by the Shadowlands!
It seems that the evil force is flooding the material world, but the one who benefits the most is the low-key death force. Destruction makes death stronger.

What are you doing? What do you want to do?

"I cannot answer that. If you are treated as a pet by Lord Sargeras, then in the eyes of true power, I am nothing more than a lame wild dog."

The Black Wolf God lamented:

"In an age of conflict within the Force, you and I are consumables. Fighting against fate? Haha, only fanatics like Diakum, whose brains have been burned by the Holy Light, would believe that. You and I are all playthings of fate. Even the Dark Titan can only drift with the tide in such a tide.

Stop asking.

The more you know, the unhappier you are.

But I can tell you clearly that the ultimate battlefield of the Force conflict is right here in the world beneath your feet! The choice of the Supreme Star Soul will directly determine the outcome of the Force War.

You have a visitor, Celestial Mage.

It seems you are about to embark on the path that fate has woven for you. I wish you a safe journey. I will fulfill your oath with the orcs. The unity you envision will eventually be forged after this war, even if no one will thank you.

"That's enough."

Medivh selected a few bottles of precious potions and mixed them to make a "Soul-Guiding Wine" for Grom Hellscream. He waved his hand and said:

"Go, do what you must do. You don't need to worry about my fate. Oh, by the way, over the years, that 'master' has collected many magical weapons in his spare time. He hides them in the shadows of this tower.

There is no point in keeping them. The enemy I face is not an opponent that can be defeated by weapons.

Take them away.

Consider it the money I paid for the audience seat ticket for this "Wolf Heart War".

May your wish come true, Black Wolf God, and may those who are not recognized finally stand proudly among the stars."

No one responded to the Celestial Mage's blessing. Behind him, Varok Saurfang had already fallen asleep on the ground.

This good warrior has been helping Eitrigg deal with various affairs almost non-stop since he fell to Azeroth, and he also had to escort Orgrim and Grom to Karazhan for treatment. Even with his iron will, he was now close to the limit under the pressure of the complicated events.

Medivh's sleeping spell allows him to rest well and regain his energy to fight.

The Star Mage quickly and skillfully prepared the medicine that could clear the soul. Of course, there was a reason for such skillful preparation, because he often used this thing as an ingredient in "cocktails".

When there is a guy hidden inside you that may "take over" at any time, it is very important to try to keep yourself awake at all times.

"Drink, Grom Hellscream, drink, this is your fate"

Medivh dropped the potion on Grom's lips.

He was puzzled to find that the drug had no effect, and then realized that Grom's inability to wake up was probably not due to external reasons.

"Are you unwilling to wake up? Are you unwilling to face your own failure? Or are you tired of fighting?"

The celestial mage showed a curious expression. He stretched out his hand and placed it on Grom's forehead. He cast a secret spell to temporarily connect his spirit with Grom's self-enclosed spirit, trying to enter Grom's inner world in this way.

He is not a priest who excels at spiritual healing or guidance, but the ways of the arcane have their own mysteries.

"Get out of my spirit!"

As Medivh stepped onto the endless Nagrand grasslands, a low voice rang in his ears, and then a flying blood roared and cut into the soil under his feet.

The Astro Mage looked up and saw Grom Hellscream sitting alone on a stone in front of him.

This warrior had never been so quiet and "weak" in his waking life. Medivh raised his foot and appeared next to the orc warrior in the next second as if "shrinking the earth into an inch". Even in the other's mental world, he was not afraid of Grom Hellscream's wrath.

Looking in the direction where Grom was sitting, Medivh saw a low tree. Under the tree, a long-haired female orc wearing armor was teaching an orc child who looked 70% similar to Grom how to use a battle axe.

"You're so pathetic."

The Star Mage said:
"You're using imaginary images to numb yourself. Your wife died when your son was just born. She never had the chance to teach Garrosh Hellscream how to use an axe. Why bother pretending?"

Medivh stretched out his finger and lightly swiped it, and the scene in front of him instantly turned into a sea of fire, burning away the clumsy disguise and revealing the memories that truly trapped Grom Hellscream.

The Seat of Glory, that damned crucible, Gul'dan was scooping out a cup of demon blood and handing it to Grom Hellscream.

In this scene, Garrosh, his mother and members of the Warsong Clan were hung on a tree not far away with ropes. They screamed the name of the chieftain in a shrill voice, praying for their powerful father, husband and leader to save them, but Grom was unmoved.

He took the cup of demon blood and drank it all amid the wild laughter of Gul'dan, Blackhand and other chiefs. Then the green flames that broke out instantly burned everyone in the picture.

The burning ashes fell, and in the end only Grom Hellscream survived.

He was panting, standing like a devil on the top of a mountain piled with countless skulls. In the dark sky in front of him, a vague figure arrogantly asked Grom to kneel down!

Chief Warsong should have given that insolent creature an axe.

But under Medivh's calm gaze, the devil-like Grom Hellscream knelt down submissively.

Like a mindless servant.

"You caused the mistakes yourself. Mistakes lead to despair, and despair ultimately leads to weakness."

The Celestial Mage shook his head and said:
"Diachem made you see this with your own eyes, and you are afraid! Grom Hellscream."

"I'm scared"

Grom, who was sitting on the edge of the hill, said expressionlessly:
"I've already made a mistake, and I only have one life left to correct it. I'm not afraid of death, but I don't know if this life is enough to pay for it. Most importantly, will I ever get another chance to correct it?"

"You know Diakham is a prophet."

Medivh placed his hand on Grom's shoulder and said:
"The day you fell, I persuaded him to kill you. I had a way to unlock the Black Wolf God's lock on your life. If he just nodded, you'd be dead. But he didn't do it. He walked into the light, leaving only a burning silhouette. He didn't do it!
I'm sure he refused because of the righteous condemnation of the Holy Light to 'eradicate all evil'.

He spared your life. The prophet can always see the future. He believes that your life is more important than your death. Think about Diakum's attitude towards other greenskin chiefs, and then look at how he showed mercy to your men, Grom.

You will get that opportunity to make everything right.

As the instigator, you will end everything you have caused with your own hands.

Now, put aside your hesitation and have a good rest. Soon, the moment you wake up, you will have no time to rest. Do what you should do!
I will be very busy today and won't have much time to enlighten you.

Get out of here before they come.”

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"Stop!"

A deep voice rang out from a luxurious carriage, and the servant driving the carriage immediately tightened the reins, like a well-behaved puppet.

"Turn back."

A moment later, another order was issued.

The carriage, which was approaching the Headwind Trail, turned around on the mountain road, and then the sound of horse hooves was heard again. Judging from the end of the road, the destination of this carriage should be Karazhan, but turning back halfway was really confusing.

In the carriage, a black-haired lady wearing a lady's hat, a veil covering her face, and the most popular long skirt in Northern Xinjiang said doubtfully:
"Father, haven't you always wanted to visit the legendary 'Astral Mage' Medivh? It's a rare trip to Southern Xinjiang, wouldn't it be a shame not to pay him a visit?"

"It's quite a pity."

A middle-aged man with black hair and black eyes, sitting on the sofa across from the carriage, flipped through the magic book in his hand without even looking up. He said casually:

"But heading to Karazhan under the 'escort' of two demigod liches, a demigod mage, and a warrior who looks like a demigod is still too risky. Even for me, it would be extremely difficult to deal with them under normal circumstances, not to mention that Medivh is a formidable opponent.

Something big is going to happen there today!

After all, our identities are not public, so daughter, you'd better not join in the fun.

Since I was drawn here by that strange teleportation in the Black Swamp, I might as well get some serious work done. I'll finish it quickly and go home soon. There are several kings in the Northern Frontier waiting for my service."

"If those honorable 'majesties' knew your true identity..."

The noble lady with long straight black hair covered her mouth and laughed:

"I'm afraid they'll be frightened awake from their dreams."

"What special identity do I have? I'm just an ordinary patriarch of a small family. I'm chased around the world by my brothers and sisters, and I even have to disguise myself and keep a low profile all year round.

If I'm not careful, I'll attract the wrath of my own people, who will use the most dangerous treasure in the world to try to kill me, and only by grinding my bones into ashes can they vent their hatred."

The black-haired middle-aged man said casually:

"On the contrary, my careless children always take pleasure in causing trouble. They seem to be still immersed in their past glory and have forgotten their true responsibilities."

The daughter opposite lowered her head.

She knew that this was her father's "enlightenment".

She didn't dare to refute it at this moment. She was almost scared to death. She could only change the subject and say:
"But father, do you really want to marry a lowly human woman?
Even though she is a princess, you know, ever since that gossip got out, the tribesmen have been talking about it, and some people even say that you are too immersed in this 'role-playing game'.

Most importantly, my mother is still here, and she has very important responsibilities.

If she heard these crazy words..."

"If you don't tell me, your brother doesn't tell me, and no one else keeps saying anything, how could my well-behaved and sensible Sinestra know these things she shouldn't know?"

The middle-aged man frowned and closed the incomplete Book of Medivh in his hand.

He stared at the girl opposite and said:
"Or are you implying that some of my tribesmen are challenging my orders? Are they questioning my decision?"

"We dare not, but"

"Then do your own thing, daughter! For a group of shady 'fugitives', it's hard to find a better hiding place than human society in this unkind world.

The web you and I have woven is enough to create a safe nest for us in the shadows, where we can hide.

When the twilight hour arrives, we will be free.

look forward.

Looking forward to Twilight Hour.

By the way, let's look forward to what will happen in the tower tonight. May the Holy Light bless those who are about to draw swords against each other."

(End of this chapter)