Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 209:32. The Wisdom of the Great Chief: What era is it now? Are we still fighting classical wars?
The Redridge Mountains have quieted down.

The wolf riders of the Thunderlord clan completely occupied this place. The humans fled too hastily, resulting in them only having time to blow up their armaments but no time to destroy the remaining necessary supplies. Therefore, when Orgrim Doomhammer and his trusted Warlord Eitrigg arrived at the front line on dragons to inspect, they saw a large group of laborers carrying various supplies from Lakeside Town.

This is not an easy job.

Because Zuluhed released the power of the blue dragon, the entire town was frozen, and laborers had to use chisels to break through the ice before they could go in and search.

But because Lakeside Town is on the border of the kingdom and is responsible for providing for the local garrison, several warehouses here are filled with various military supplies. When Eitrigg saw the simple list compiled by the wolf priests, his frown, which was caused by worries about supplies, finally relaxed a little.

"These supplies, plus the food sent by the goblins, are enough for us to arm a powerful vanguard. At the very least, the Thundergod Clan and the Ravage Clan can obtain sufficient supplies to continue their conquest of the Storm Kingdom."

Beneath the walls of the renovated Stonewall Fortress, Eitrigg reported to Orgrim:
"The remaining clans can come along, but I checked the map and the battlefield in Elwynn Forest is only so wide. Sending too many people will be useless. Most importantly, humans are very determined to resist, and the casualties from attacking Redridge Mountains will be greater than expected.

If the intensity continues at this rate, the closer we get to Stormwind City, the more intense the resistance we will encounter.

Chief Azuka personally conducted a reconnaissance of the Sunshine Forest and brought back bad news.

The terrain there is not suitable for a large army to pass through, and the human Marshal Lothar also plans to build a strong fortress there, so the Sunlight Forest can be used as a flank for harassment, and the main battlefield should still be in Elwynn Forest.

"Well, I trust your judgment."

Orgrim had just recovered from a serious illness and was still a little weak. He was wearing a wolfskin cloak and reached out to touch the city wall that was burned by flames. Even though the laborers had cleaned up the place, the chieftain could still smell the blood here.

Frankly speaking, this made him feel uncomfortable.

But he didn't show it, instead he asked:

"Have you finished the statistics I asked you to collect?"

Eitrigg nodded, looked around, and whispered:
"Each clan has warlords and warriors who are actively seeking battle. The number is quite astonishing. Although the Wolf Spirit Priests are trying their best to restrain them, the rage brought by the demonic blood is not so easy to eliminate. The lower-level warriors are more difficult to control their anger.

During this period, they were asked to build a fortress and there were all kinds of fights and bloodshed was common.

You are right, Orgrim, these 'unstable factors' must be released through some channel.

I've selected a group of the most aggressive, approximately 20,000 to 30,000 strong, to be deployed to the front lines at any time. It just so happens that Fenris Wolfblood has also concluded that the wolf cavalry lacks lethality against human heavy cavalry, and that he needs a strong heavy infantry to complement the wolf cavalry in his ground combat command."

"Then meet Chief Fenris's demands."

The chief said in a deep voice:

"Fenris Wolfbring conquered Redridge Mountains with his extraordinary abilities. He proved himself to be the vanguard general of the War Horde. I think we should leave the conquest of Stormwind City to him and Zuluhed, and let Azuka lead the sword masters to cooperate with him."

"Let's go to Sunshine Forest, Great Chief."

Oronok Torn-heart, the Wolf High Priest beside Orgrim, took the initiative to speak:

"That forest guarded by wolves will be the hunting ground of the Black Wolf God."

"Ok?"

Orgrim looked at him doubtfully and said:
"Are you volunteering to fight like this?"

"Because the Black Wolf God's enemies had appeared, Chief Azuka was attacked by a gray-maned werewolf upon his return."

The high priest said in a deep voice:

"The Rebellious Moon has also chosen its own elect. The Wolf Heart War has begun, and the current battlefield is in the Sunshine Forest. Please do not allow other clans to interfere with our confrontation!"

"Well, then I grant you the authority to form the 'Wolf Mane' clan."

The Great Chief said:

"Since this is related to the Black Wolf God's wish, your Wolfmane Clan will be responsible for the flanking war, but you still need to assign some Wolf Priests to assist the three chiefs in fighting in Elwynn Forest.

Wolf Priests are already the most important spellcasting force in the War Horde, and you are indispensable in dealing with human priests and mages.

To be honest, even though those warlocks did their part, I don't trust them!"

"Ah."

The Wolf High Priest responded with his usual silence.

Eitrigg asked again:

"You've handed the front lines to the Thunderlord, Dragonmaw, and Stormreaver clans, but left the most powerful Blackrock and Warsong clans behind. I'm worried this will cause dissatisfaction among the warriors, who will think you've deprived them of their honor."

"What a bullshit honor! Stop wasting that word."

Orgrim cursed disdainfully:
"What honor can a warrior have for someone who can't even control his anger, whose mind is filled with slaughter and destruction? Besides, now that we've conquered Redridge, we can move forward in more directions than just Stormwind.

Our goblin partners advised us that if we want to quickly acquire high-quality armaments, we should start with the Dark Iron Dwarves entrenched in Blackrock Mountain.

Those evil guys who worship fire are the best forging race in the world. Azuka herself said that when faced with the magical armor of Azeroth, the sword master's blade in her hand is no longer sharp.

Our armaments are in urgent need of an upgrade. Otherwise, facing human artillery and muskets, our warriors will have no choice but to defend themselves with their flesh and blood. The Dark Iron Dwarves are adept at using engineered gunpowder, which is the true force of war in this world."

The chief waved his hand and said:

"Don't pay attention to the complaints of fools who only have fists and axes in their heads. The chiefs have brains to distinguish what is the most important thing.

While our vanguard conquers Elwynn Forest, I will personally lead the Blackrock and Warsong clans to the Burning Plains to complete diplomacy and commerce with the Dark Iron Dwarf Emperor. It is said that it is the most dangerous place on this continent, and naturally it requires the strongest orcs to conquer it.

We can't always stay in the Black Marsh's fortress, it's too far away from the battlefield.

If we can build a fortress in the Burning Plains, it will be convenient for assembly and command. During my absence, Eitrigg, you will be in charge of our rear and be responsible for trade with the goblins.

I grant you all the power you need. During my absence, you must reintegrate our tribe and eliminate all those "unqualified" ones!

You and I both know that humans are not our ultimate enemy. The Black Wolf God has shown us the future. When the 'Demon Blood Disaster' comes, I need my tribe to maintain the most perfect state of war.

Nazgrel and the Blackscar Clan he formed will serve as your guard."

"Yes! I will definitely not let you down."

Eitrigg glanced at the stone fortress under repair and said:

"I will use this place as my headquarters. I will build an airship platform in the Red Ridge Mountains for the goblins to transport food. The fish caught in Stillwater Lake can also supplement military rations. I will gradually lead the warriors out of the Black Swamp.

That place is not suitable for living.

Our ogre warthralls and the fel arakkoa can stay there though; they quite like it there."

"Well, then let Fenris and Zuluhed come to see me."

The chieftain glanced at the magic box carried by the guards behind him and said:

"He has made such a great contribution, it would be unreasonable not to reward him."

A few minutes later, Fenris Wolfbring and Chief Zuluhed were both invited over.

The former had a blank expression on his face, while the latter was beaming. In the command room of Stonewall Fortress, Orgrim Doomhammer sat in the main seat with a majestic figure. Without further ado, he pointed at the box and said in a deep voice:

"We have obtained a batch of 'artifacts' from our allies. This is the last support we can get. The Wolf Priests have examined them and found that they are all very powerful magical weapons that can only be granted to warriors and heroes who have made significant contributions to the tribe.

You two played a vital role in the capture of Redridge Mountains, and you are qualified to choose the weapons you need from them.

Come, accept the reward from the War Tribe, you are welcome!"

"Hehe, then I won't be polite. Great Chief, you are fair in rewarding and punishing. We respect you!"

Zuluhed strode forward and opened the treasure chest.

It was an exquisite dwarven magic treasure chest. After it was opened, the internal structure expanded, revealing the artifacts hidden inside to everyone. For a moment, the "jewels" were shining, and the chief's guards couldn't help but look back.

The chest contained numerous weapons and armor, all treasures that Medivh had sent his "Black Knights" to scour the world for while he was being "captured" by the Dark Titan. Of course, Sargeras himself would have despised these items; the sheer number of these treasures was simply a byproduct of the curse he had casually inflicted on those unfortunate Black Knights.

Well, speaking of those black knights, each one is miserable. Their existence and fate fully prove the terrible consequences of not abiding by "business integrity" in the world of Azeroth and when the liar has poor eyesight.

But now, the human body of the Dark Titan has been "cancelled" by Diao Ge, and these "good things" have become cheap for the orcs.

"My God, there are so many artifacts! Gul'dan dreamed of obtaining them all, but in the end, the power was shared by the loyalists like us. As expected, loyalty is the only virtue! And loyalty itself is a reward!"

Zulushid rubbed his hands in surprise. He flattered the emperor and said in an exaggerated tone:
"Everything here is legendary in Draenor, but now it's available to me like street vendors. The potential of this world is incredible."

"talkative."

Fenris Wolfbrine glanced at the warlock, looked up and down in the box, and finally chose two pirate-style golden plundering swords. He touched them, feeling the power flowing in them, then took them off and put them on his waist. He nodded to the chieftain and said:

"This pair of plunderer swords suits me very well. Thank you for your award, Great Chief. I will surely win glory for the Black Wolf God and the War Tribe."

"Ah."

Orgrim nodded. He had no interest in these "artifacts".

The Black Wolf God had told him that every powerful item in the box came with some kind of powerful curse.

This is also the reason why Medivh must lock them in the Karazhan cellar under normal circumstances. No sane warrior should use them.

"I want this powerful magic scythe!"

After repeated selection, Zuluhed took out a black staff with a dark sickle that blew a chilling wind and held it in his hand. He said:
"This item is a fel artifact, most suitable for a warlock like me. Thank you for your award, Warchief. I will give everything for the victory of the tribe. However, it's not that I'm greedy, but I need another weapon in this box."

He pointed at the two-handed magic blade at the bottom of the box, which exuded an icy aura, and said to Orgrim:

"This magic sword contains the power of the dead, and I am shaping powerful death knights and powerful undead bone dragons for your tribe to enhance its destructive power. We lack the spiritual power of the Shadowmoon Clan, which has caused slow progress in this plan. However, this magic sword can serve as a perfect medium for spiritual rituals.

Yes!

With it, I'm sure I can create an army of the dead for you in no time!
Even better, there are many human warriors who died in the Red Ridge Mountains, and we can use their remains as the first batch of consumables."

This evil method made Orgrim feel disgusted, but he waved his hand and did not refuse. Then, amid the warlock's surprised laughter, he heard Fenris Wolfbring say in a cold tone:
"The humans blew up the bridge over Stillwater Lake, slowing our progress, but the Wolf Riders found another route through the native gnoll territory. I wanted to kill all the weaker beastmen, but the Wolf Priests stopped me.

They say the Black Wolf God has other plans for the gnolls' fate."

"Ok?"

Orgrim looked at the Wolf High Priest beside him in surprise. Oronok bent down and whispered a few words in the chief's ear. Orgrim thought for a moment and nodded, then said to Chief Fenris:
"Don't worry about the gnolls, Fenris. Let your wolf riders rest for a few days. I'll handle their problems. Before our arrival, the gnolls were Stormwind's greatest threat and hidden danger. Although these beastmen are weak, they are widely distributed throughout Stormwind and the world.

The Black Wolf God believes that we should make good use of their advantages.

The War Tribe cannot always let its warriors sacrifice their lives to win, we also need to make good use of the power of the vassal army."

"I don't think these weak bastards are qualified to hunt with us."

The cold Fenris curled his lips in disdain.

But he did not reject the chief's proposal. Instead, he took his new weapon and leaned on his spear, staggering out of the castle.

Soon, under the escort of a wolf priest, the local gnoll leader, Darkskin Chief Fangore, and his servant warrior Yule were brought into the Stonewall Fortress.

The two gnolls were trembling, obviously frightened by the murderous aura of the powerful orc blood guards beside Orgrim.

These local species who were beaten by humans witnessed how the orcs occupied the Redridge Mountains with great ease. They couldn't even defeat humans, let alone go against the more powerful orcs.

"How many of you are there?"

Orgrim had a strong learning ability and had already mastered the human language, so he asked.

In response to the Great Chief's question, the Darkskin Gnoll Chief immediately replied:
"A lot! The whole valley is full of our people!"

"I asked you specifically. Forget it."

Orgrim didn't bother with the gnoll's terrible math ability. He stared at Fangore and said:
"We are currently at war with humans and lack local guides. You have been fighting humans for centuries, so I imagine there must be a deep hatred between you. So, are you willing to bring your clan to join the warring tribes?"

"Yes, yes!"

Fang Gaolei is not only a gnoll warrior, this guy also knows some basic shadow magic. He rolled his eyes and said:

"But a powerful human in the tower controls my people. Help me kill him! The Darkskin clan will obey you, powerful warchief. Not only the Darkskin clan, but also the Riverpaw clan!
My friend 'Big Boss' Hogg is powerful!

We can form an alliance!

The Riverpaw clan has tribes in Elwynn Forest and the Westlands. You will need us, Black Wolf. Yes, Black Wolf needs us too! Gnolls are wolves too! Gnolls can join the pack!
Hunt! Awww!

Tough hunting and endless bones to eat!"

The guy even started howling as he spoke, leaving the chief confused. He turned around and looked at the Wolf Spirit High Priest, who explained:

"There's a wizard named Morgans who was expelled from Stormwind and is hiding in an abandoned tower in the gnoll territory. He uses evil magic to control some gnolls. He must be a self-taught warlock.

It's said that this evil individual is behind a series of mysterious murders and tomb raiding in Redridge Mountains, and we're planning to kill him."

"and many more!"

Zuluhed, who was stroking his new weapon, suddenly came to his senses when he heard the word "sorcerer". He said loudly:

"Since he's a sorcerer, he's a fellow warrior! And he's self-taught. How could we just kill such a talented person? Leave it to me, Great Chief. I'll persuade him to surrender and serve the Black Wolf God's hunting pack."

"Humph."

Orgrim glanced at him and said:
"Then I'll leave it to you, Zuluhed. Keep your warlocks under control and don't let them become the second Gul'dan!"

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"Are you two ready?"

In the Redridge Mountains' logging camp, Nazgrel, the warrior who had rebuilt the Blackscar Clan, rode on a warg and looked at the two young orcs who looked somewhat similar. He said:
"The Warchief allows you to recruit warriors from the Blackrock Clan and establish your own 'Blackfang Grin' Clan. He also allows you to choose where to go. Will you follow Fenris Wolfbrood and Zuluhed to attack Stormwind City, or follow the Warchief to the Burning Plains?"

"Could that traitor be so kind?"

Red Blackhand spat on the ground and cursed:

"I don't believe it. He must have some conspiracy."

"There's no need to be so extreme, brother."

Maim Blackhand suppressed his angry brother from saying more obscenities in front of this "die-hard fan of the Great Chief" and whispered:
"Orgrim is not that kind of person. He promised to give us the opportunity to challenge him, and he will definitely not break his promise. It is also a good thing to have our own clan. We will continue to serve the War Horde, but what good is it if we only have clan members?

At least give us some supplies and weapons, right?
Besides, we are a small clan and would be useless on the battlefield. Is there any other important task for us to do?"

"Well, there is indeed something that needs manpower."

Nazgrel was quite friendly to the Blackhand brothers. The two guys' life stories reminded him of his past self, so he used his spare weapons to rearm them and said:

"The goblins from the Venture Company are bringing us food, but they lack escorts. Warlord Varok is recruiting warriors. If you want to do something for the War Horde, go and protect the food route.

As your recommender, I will give you advice to Lord Warlord Eitrigg, but you must do your job well and not think about those trivial things!"

"You are a good man, Nazgrel."

Rend Blackhand grasped a burning blade and swung it, whispering:

"Thank you. We two brothers will remember this friendship. Guarding the grain route, right? Okay! That's what we'll do."

(End of this chapter)