Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 204 27. Gui'er, could you lend some of your power as the world shaman to your sister?
Tarecgosa felt incredibly powerful.

Although it was somewhat disgraceful to use the might of a guardian dragon to bully a group of two-headed flying dragons from another world, she had her own theory to convince herself.

She watched the entire demigod war in Karazhan, and obtained first-hand information to learn that the greenskins were brutal invaders summoned from another world by the human form of the dark Titan. Their purpose in coming here was to destroy the Titan order of Azeroth!
As a member of the glorious world guardians, it is my duty to maintain order.

So if you look at it this way, helping humans fight the greenskins can be considered fulfilling my duty.

Wow, this logic is so perfect that even the Weaver himself couldn't find any fault with it. Moreover, the blue dragon race has always had a tradition of being "close" to humans. Especially among those tribes that are good at using magic, there will usually be one or two blue dragons with concealed identities mixed in.

Quel'Thalas has blue dragons, Dalaran has blue dragons, and even Suramar may have blue dragons. They do not do this out of personal interest in mortals, but because blue dragons are guardians of magic.

In theory, all matters related to magic in this world fall under the jurisdiction of the Blue Dragon Legion, and blue dragons are endowed with Titan power that can directly connect to the magic network, allowing them to single-handedly deal with those magical out-of-control situations that seem quite terrifying to mortals.

Therefore, Quel'Thalas and Dalaran also welcomed the blue dragon's surveillance in a "pretending to be unaware" manner.

The mages also know that among their peers there is no shortage of guys who are always ready to make "big news". When those guys with worrying mental states really make things out of control, everyone will hope that a blue dragon will "refresh" next to them to help them solve the problem.

Tarecgosa convinced herself to display her noble and powerful dragon body, flying over Stillwater Lake and Lakeside Town in a "cruising" posture.

Because of its activity, the dragon riders of the Dragonmaw Clan no longer dared to take off rashly, eliminating the threat from the air for humans. The sense of security of "walking with dragons" coupled with the tenacious resistance of Marshal Lothar at Stonewall Fortress allowed the human warriors of Redridge Mountains to miraculously block the greenskin vanguard assault.

But to be honest, such a result was nothing in the eyes of the Alliance of K'ure like Diak'um and Gaiara. What humans desperately blocked was only the vanguard of the greenskins, and the only ones who appeared here were the wolf riders of the Thunder God Clan.

The real green-skinned "composite" main force has not yet arrived.

Once the more brutal and adept Blackrock and Warsong orcs join the battlefield, the current battle situation that is barely maintaining a balance will collapse in an instant.

But on the other hand
"To be able to fight like this in such a hasty battle, this human commander is quite capable!"

Gayara led her warriors across the stone bridge of Stillwater Lake. She said to the Mag'har Shaman beside her:
"Even if we let the famous chiefs take command, they may not be able to do a better job than that 'Lothar'."

"You are flattering your own family, Great Prophet."

The shaman curled his lips and said:

"If we had let the orcs come and fight this kind of blocking battle, we would have been defeated long ago! The humans are not as strong as us, but their organization and equipment are far superior to ours.

It will be difficult for the War Horde to conquer this country. Of course, the prerequisite is that their subsequent response must be as perfect as the Battle of Redridge. I heard from the soldiers of the Moonbrook Brigade that once Redridge is taken, the vast forests and plains areas in Stormwind Kingdom will be almost indefensible.

Tsk, if humans are unwilling to give up their homeland, then all that awaits them is a head-on confrontation like a meat grinder."

"makes sense."

Gaiara nodded, feeling that as a great prophet he should be honest.

She acknowledged the high level of organization of the human army, but she soon discovered that there were small boats shuttling under the bridge. A half-grown young human was leading a group of men and women as young as him, nervously loading something onto the bridge pier.

"Is that dwarven explosives?"

The Great Prophet of Mag'har said curiously:
"The humans' roaring cannons that fire flaming fireballs are also powered by this thing?"

"Yes, the power of engineering."

The sharp shaman narrowed his eyes and said:
"It's the same engineering as the Draenei, but the Draenei, who use various gemstones and crystals as energy sources, are on a different path. The gunpowder weapons of this world are very powerful. The best part is, they don't require nearly as much training as bows and arrows, and new recruits can use them immediately.

Great Prophet, if there is a chance, we should perhaps send studious members of our tribe to those dwarves to learn how to make this kind of weapon.

The power of elements is great, but we can't always trouble the elements for everything. The Mag'har orcs should also learn from advanced powers. But when it comes to this, the elemental power of this world is too great.

The power of the four elements here is many times greater than in Draenor. This world is a paradise for shamans."

Gayara fell silent.

She remembered the words that Ner'zhul had told her when he sacrificed himself to save the world.

In fact, after entering Azeroth, she could always hear the call of the elements. In the world of Draenor, she worshipped her mother and therefore rejected the embrace of the elements, but in this new world, she seemed to have got another precious opportunity.

This made Gaiara hesitate. Should he give up the warrior path that he had adhered to for more than ten years?

"In the sky! There's a dragon flying over here."

Just when the young Mag'har orc was confused, she heard the shouts of humans in front of her. She looked up and saw a dragon carrying a warlock rushing towards her.

Gaiara immediately picked up the telescope she had obtained from the Draenei, and she saw the figure standing behind the dragon.

It’s that damn warlock leader Zuluhed!

The guy had an undisguised evil smile on his face, and he must be planning to do something bad.

"No! Hurry up and get that stupid blue dragon back. Zuluhed has something strange in his hand."

Gaiara saw the beautiful blue dragon on her side roaring and rushing forward to fight, and she immediately felt scared. She turned her head and shouted to the shaman, who immediately called on the wind element to warn the blue dragon of danger.
But it's too late.

Seeing the ferocious blue dragon rushing towards him, Zuluhed raised the golden disc in his hand amid the gloomy and sarcastic laughter of the magic dragon Lord Lethon. He didn't even need to recite any spells. The artifact began to emit a low hum after sensing the approach of the guardian dragon.

It's like a monster that has been hungry for ten thousand years and is longing for its first meal.

Tarecgosa also sensed something was wrong.

The closer she got to the fallen green dragon and the orc warlock behind it, the more she could feel the weakness churning within her body. It wasn't a decline in her own strength, but a strange suppression from the spiritual level, as if she were facing the Weaver directly.

The magical power belonging to the guardian dragon quickly lost its activity and was out of its control within a few seconds.

She let out a scream and turned a strange arc in the air to escape, but the strange thing in the warlock's hand shot out a colorful ray and hit her directly.

Like an aircraft struck by lightning, Tarecgosa lost her balance in mid-air. She could no longer control her strength and body, and could only feel her energy being constantly sucked away and absorbed. In a short period of time, all her magic power was drained away, causing her to plunge into the Still Water Lake below with a wail.

"Hmph, that's too unskillful of you, Zuluhed."

Lord Lethorn sneered:

"Why don't you control her? Are you so desperate for power?"

"Alas, it's normal to have trouble using a newly acquired treasure. Don't worry, my friend. This blue dragon is too weak. Even without the Dragon Soul, I can handle it myself."

Zuluhid didn't care.

He smiled happily as he felt the thick magic power surging in the dragon soul. It was all the magic power he had gained after draining a blue dragon. He said:

"Can it only store power?"

"Foolish! If all we have to do is get a battery, you think too little of us."

Lethon flapped its wings and hovered high in the sky, looking down with indifference at the group of humans below who were panicking because of the falling blue dragon. It said:
"Target them! Give them back the power of their 'Guardians'."

"it is good!"

Zuluhed aimed the Dragon Soul at the ground in a "Kameha" posture, and with his mind, he transformed the frost magic stored in it into the breath of a blue dragon and sprayed it down.

It's like a blue dragon roaring!

As the warlock laughed wildly and moved the treasure, an icy despair descended upon Lakeside Town in an instant. After half of Tarecgosa's power was released, the entire Lakeside Town and the surrounding positions were transformed into a huge block of ice filled with cold air and spikes. Even the shores of Lake Stillwater were completely frozen.

"Good baby, good baby! My baby."

Zuluhed was very pleased with the devastation, his heart filled with joy and satisfaction. At Lord Lethon's urging, he prepared to leave. However, the warlock was very polite. Before leaving, he shouted to the people below:
"Foolish Storm Kingdom! This is what happens when you go against the War Horde! Go away, go back to your doghouse and tremble. Our iron hooves will eventually crush your foolish kingdom."

He flew away, completely ignoring the fact that humans could not understand his arrogant orc language.

But the result of an entire defense line being frozen was disastrous. After realizing that there was no resistance in the direction of Lakeside Town, Fenris Wolfvein, who was observing the battlefield in the rear, gave orders to his wolf cavalry coldly and precisely.

A part of the wolf cavalry will continue to harass the Stonewall Fortress, and the remaining wolf cavalry will launch a general attack on the temporarily disabled Lakeside Town!

"Oh no! The Thunder God Clan is about to launch a general attack."

The deep orc horn echoed in the mountains of Redridge. Gaiara, who was dragging the shivering Major Marcus Jonathan out of the position, raised his head and shouted:

"Everyone who can still move, take up arms!"

No one responded to her.

The Mag'har shaman had just summoned living fire to barely protect himself and a small number of lucky humans from the blue dragon's frost breath. He sighed and said to Gaiara:

"There are no survivors on the battlefield, so save your energy."

The orc stared blankly at the frozen position and the town in front of her. She could still see the terrified faces of the warriors in the huge ball of ice.

She could see an old soldier trying his best to raise his shield to protect the wounded behind him, and she could also see a Holy Light priest maintaining a chanting posture to call upon the Holy Light.

In the face of such great power, human resistance seems so insignificant.

Do not!
Even if the bravest Mag'har orcs were brought in, they couldn't do better than them.

At this moment, the true cruelty of the world of Azeroth was displayed undisguisedly before Gaiara's eyes. In this world where legends were as numerous as dogs and demigods were everywhere, the fate of ordinary people was like wild flowers and weeds on the roadside. They would be harvested one after another if they encountered any random outburst of malice.

"My troops, my soldiers, my brothers and sisters. They're all gone."

Major Jonathan, who was rescued by Gayala, has collapsed.

The commander from the Moonbrook Brigade had intended to obey Marshal Lothar's orders and hold out for three days with his soldiers in Lakeside Town, but his troops were wiped out in the early morning of the next day.

If we count General Gavinrad, who was suspected to have died in the battle, and the defenders of Stonewall Fortress, which was captured once, the first battle between Stormwind Kingdom and the orcs suffered heavy losses in the first twenty-four hours.

Gnoll?
The gnolls had done more damage to the kingdom in the past ten years than the orcs had inflicted in a single day.

"Some of them are still alive."

Just as everyone was in a state of silence and bewilderment, a sharp voice rang out from the side. Chromie, shivering with cold, came over leisurely, leaning on his staff, and looked at the huge ice in front of him, saying:
"That warlock released his power too hastily. He lacks understanding of the blue dragon's breath. Some people with strong vitality can survive this instant freezing for a few minutes. But if you remain inactive any longer, they will be truly doomed."

"Save them! Please."

Major Jonathan, who was severely frostbitten, immediately turned around and looked at the Mag'har Shaman.

He had just witnessed the shaman summon living fire to resist the blue dragon's breath. Several Mag'har shamans did not hesitate and immediately stepped forward to call on fire elements to melt the ice, but the ice formed by the blue dragon was too solid and difficult to dissolve quickly.

Chromie glanced at the silent Gaiara, and the wicked bronze dragon stretched out his voice and said:
"Alas, the unruly elements don't seem to be willing to help. This is when a natural shaman should come to our aid. But where can we find a shaman who can hear the call of the elements at birth?"

"What the hell are you?!"

Gaiara bared her teeth, staring at Chromie, and cursed:
"You're not a proper dwarf at all. But, never mind, let it be."

The Frostwolf Daughter glanced at the battle axe in her hand, stroked it, and put it behind her back. She took a deep breath and raised her hands as Elder Drek'Thar called upon the elements, shouting a song praising the elements.

Born into the Frostwolf Clan, she was very familiar with these rituals, but this was indeed the first time she actively called upon the power of the elements.

His companions were right. The elemental power of Azeroth was many times stronger than that of Draenor. In Draenor, he could only hear whispers in the wind, but here, what echoed in his ears was a real storm!

Almost at the moment Gaiara embraced the elements, boiling flames danced through the ice in a passionate gesture at her request.

Amid the exclamations of other shamans, the drifting of steam represented a scorching embrace and rescue, and the flames licked the unconscious wounded, warming them again and bringing them back to the material world from the illusion of death.

"The greenskins are coming."

As Gaiara was immersed in the singing brought by the elements, Chromie reminded her at the right moment:
"Perhaps the earth of Redridge wants to roar, but it has no mouth to open."

"Then I'll speak for it!"

Gaiara opened her eyes, and her pupils were replaced by the surge of elemental power.

Just like when Ner'zhul summoned the elements to bless her, Gaiara stood on the land of Lakeside Town, letting her will blend into the mountains beneath her feet. She felt herself blending into the earth and rocks and becoming one with this majestic mountain range.

The boulders became her arms and the mountain ridges became her body.

She saw the Thunder Wolf Cavalrymen running down the mountain, and she saw the bodies of those who died in the positions in the outer outposts. At this moment, the war appeared before Gaiara in a concrete form, and the flowing blood made her feel disgusted.

She desperately needed to release this anger.

So, under the horrified gaze of the Thunder Wolf Riders, the originally calm mountain began to shake violently, as if the Red Ridge Mountain had opened its silent giant mouth and swallowed them up unexpectedly.

"Hear me roar! Hear me roar! Get out!!! You are not welcome here!"

Gaiara's rebuke echoed across the earth-shaking Redridge, and one sinkhole after another opened up.

As the shaman swung his fists wildly, he tore the surface of the earth, causing mountains and rivers to change their course. The collapsed mountains were like raised fists, turning the rubble into responsive punches, one after another falling in front of the Thunder God Clan.

Even Fenris Wolfbring was alarmed.

The knowledgeable Demon Wolf King controlled his restless beast and stood on the hill to look at the collapsed rocks that completely blocked the road.

This scene reminded him of the shocking scene he witnessed when he was a child: his mother drove the polar storm to freeze to death hundreds of ogres who were plundering the territory.

"Shaman. A legendary shaman is across the way! The land is helping her."

Fenris sneered and waved his hand.
"Forget it, let's retreat. Since the earth doesn't welcome us today, we'll go again tomorrow. I want to see how many times this meddling shaman can move the mountain. Haha, the earth is also patient."

"But Chief, the humans are retreating. Isn't it a bit unreasonable to just let them go?"

A high-ranking warlord asked in a low voice.

Fenris glanced at him and said:
"Have you never hunted before? When the pack begins to waver, fear becomes the hunter's weapon. Let them run away in fear; this will teach them to fear."

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"Retreat."

Having witnessed the worst landslide in the Red Ridge Mountains in hundreds of years, Lothar remained silent.

Behind him, Garona flicked the blood off her knife and said to the Marshal:
"Grandpa meant that since the mountain passes have been captured by the green-skinned orcs, there's no point in staying here and only getting beaten. The warriors have already fulfilled their duties, and Stormwind Kingdom should face up to the gap between the two sides.

Next, it is your king's turn to decide the direction of the war.

Grandpa asks you, where are these soldiers going to retreat to?

"East Valley has already accepted the people of Lakeside Town. The brave Duke Bolvar Fordragon is in charge there. Let's go to Sunshine Forest."

Lothar leaned on the Lionheart Sword and said:
"Gather the Kurson Camp there and secure the road to the fertile western plains. That is the kingdom's granary. If we hold on to it, the kingdom will be able to hold on."

(End of this chapter)