Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 211 34. So please tell me! Can we greenskins be the Guardians of Tirisfal?

"Your Majesty, the Assassin's League has accepted this 'Royal Mission'. His Excellency the 'Duke' has personally delivered the message. They guarantee that the Guardian's Staff and the Ebonchill Legacy will be delivered to every city on the continent within five days."

In the King's Hall, when Archmage Modera was driven away, King Llane's intelligence chief appeared in the shadows.

The human assassin master, wearing gray-black leather armor and covering his face with a black veil, reported to his majesty:

"Also, the Assassin's League returned our deposit. They said that the invasion of Stormwind Kingdom was a matter of great importance to the safety of the continent. In such a critical situation, Ravenholdt was willing to help humanity, so they will carry out this operation free of charge."

"Humph, that's a very high-sounding statement."

King Llane is not a fool, it would be strange if he believed what those assassins in the shadows said.

The haggard king rubbed his brows and said:

"Organizations like Ravenholdt thrive in chaos. They're eager to stir up such a commotion and are naturally willing to fan the flames. But since they've said so, then, Lord Pasonia, you will step forward and recruit a group of Shadow Walkers for the kingdom from the Assassin's League.

As long as there are assassins and killers who have the courage to fight the greenskins, the royal treasury of Stormwind Kingdom will pay them a generous reward.

If they can perform meritorious deeds, the crimes they have committed in the past within the kingdom can be mitigated after obtaining the forgiveness of the victims.

If you can bring back the head of a chief, I can even personally pardon them and grant them the title of lord and noble."

“They can’t do it!”

Garona, who was standing beside Diakum, looked at Pasonia Shore with a provocative attitude. She shook her head and said:
"There are assassins among the greenskins too. The Shattered Hand clan under Kargath Shattered Hand are the most dangerous killers and torturers in Draenor. I'm not looking down on you humans, but your fighting style is too 'gentle'. You can't be a match for the Shattered Hand's thugs.

I suggest that you, uh, Your Majesty, don't set the reward so high.

The Overseers and High Overseers are the commanders of the Greenskin clans. Chieftains generally do not go to the front lines in person, so it is more appropriate to use Overseers as bounty targets."

"Well, then let's follow the advice of this K'ure warrior."

Because of Lothar's personal recommendation, King Llane trusted Diakum and others very much. He gave an order to his master assassin. Pasonia glanced at Garona's provocative eyes, shook her head, and disappeared silently into the shadows of the hall.

It can be seen that this human assassin master is too lazy to argue with Garona.

Even in the official history, it was Garona who dug out King Llane's heart in front of her, which directly led to Stormwind's defeat in the First War.

In short, these two people are also a pair of "destined enemies".

"Grandpa, I want to 'test' the methods of these human assassins and let them see the style of Draenor assassins."

Garona whispered in Diakam's ear:
"Please give me permission."

"Go, and return tomorrow morning to serve as King Llane's 'Royal Guard'."

Diakham said:
"From tomorrow until the orc siege is over, you are not allowed to leave King Llane. The orcs will definitely send assassins to try to assassinate him, or even Kargath Shatterhand himself. This is your area of expertise."

"Okay! Leave it to me."

Garona took a step back and disappeared into the shadows.
Afterwards, Lothar and Llane made a series of arrangements on strategy and tactics. The "fortify the walls and clear the fields" strategy he proposed was approved by the king, but Lothar was still personally responsible for the emergency conscription. Llane assured him that the entire kingdom's strength would be focused on this war, but now he had too many things to deal with.

When saying goodbye, Diakum gave King Llane his Lionheart Sword and Lion Shield, and whispered:

"This 'King's Sword and Shield' was forged specifically for you by Medivh. It forms a set with the Lionheart Slayer holy sword in Marshal Lothar's hands. I previously used it to kill a group of greenskins. I've already cleaned them up for you. Please don't mind."

"How many orcs have you killed with it?"

King Llane is also a good warrior, but as a king he certainly does not pursue personal strength, so he is a legendary critical level warrior, not strong but not weak either.

At this moment, he took the Lion Sword in his hand, stroked the sharp blade, and felt the love and care of his sworn brother. He whispered:

"If this sword doesn't kill ten orcs, I won't be satisfied, Saint Diachem."

"Well, you can rest assured then."

Dick said softly:
"It has drunk the blood of ninety-nine orcs."

"Then why not gather a hundred?"

The little prince Varian beside the king asked curiously. Saint Diakum did not answer the question, but just smiled at him. The half-giant's smile scared the little prince.

When the Sentinel left, Varian looked at his big tail with a golden tail cover curiously, and felt that the big tail was quite majestic.

"Father, why doesn't that giant use this sword to kill a hundred enemies for you?"

He asked the question again.

King Llane sheathed his sword and stroked the lion shield that protected him. He whispered:

"Because the last one must be done by me, child. I am the king, and it is my mission and duty to protect this land. I will personally kill those invading greenskins. I will live and die with this city!"

After saying this, the king touched his son's head and said:
"In a few days, you and your mother will take a ship to Kul Tiras. His Majesty Daelin will take good care of you."

"I'm not going!"

Varian was angry.

He had reached the point where he could understand the difficulties of life. He clenched his fists and shouted:
"When you and Sir Lothar were my age, you fought the gnolls on the city walls. I will follow your example and stay here! I will also defend the people of Stormwind.

You taught me to be brave since I was a child, but why are you making me a coward now? "

"A leader's bravery is different from a warrior's bravery. You must learn to be a king from now on! Be obedient!"

"I won't! If being a king means being a coward, then I'd rather be a warrior! I won't be a king, Ryan, you can find a coward to be your son."

"You little bastard! Come here, you're not listening, are you? I'm going to break your legs!"

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"Your name is Morgans?"

Near the Ripper Valley in the Redridge Mountains, in the old and dilapidated mage tower, Zuluhid, holding the fel artifact Scythe of Ulthalesh Deadwind Reaper, looked arrogantly at the human warlock standing in front of him with his hands behind his back.

He acted like a great man, sat on the chair in the dilapidated wizard tower, and said:
"I heard you were ostracized and expelled by the mages of Stormwind Kingdom. How did you fall to this point? You're actually using gnolls as servants. And what are you researching?
Look at these disgusting pieces of flesh and skeletons, turning the wizard's tower into a slaughterhouse. It looks like a psychic experiment?"

The orc warlock's words were very impolite, but the human spellcaster Morgans did not dare to refute.

It was not only because the great warlock in front of him was far more powerful than himself, but also because he could feel a brutal coldness from the magic sickle in the other's hand.

If he didn't say a word correctly, the terrifying creature residing in this devilish sickle would be happy to tear his soul apart.

He is a sorcerer.

Being able to bend and stretch is a basic professional skill.

Therefore, facing Zuluhed's question, Morgans replied respectfully:
"Because I study necromancy, my lord, it is a profound secret that originated from Quel'Thalas. However, Dalaran believes that desecrating the dead is unacceptable, and therefore lists necromancy as a taboo. However, as far as I know, there is more than one lich hidden in Dalaran, which shows their hypocrisy!
My colleagues in Stormwind are a bunch of cowards!

They didn't have the courage to study this forbidden power and were worried that I would ruin their reputation, so they kicked me out of the 'Blue Hermit Association'.

That damned Archmage Theocritus has become the spiritual leader of that bunch of rats since he traveled to Stormwind Kingdom, and our former leader, Archmage Andomas, who succeeded Lord Nielas Elan as the Royal Archmage, is also a coward.

Andromasse allowed Theocritus to target me without even saying a word, and I have no choice but to hide in this remote place to avoid disaster."

He shook his head and sighed:
"Stormwind Kingdom isn't some kind of holy land for spellcasters, but the mages' struggles here are just as complex and terrifying as those in Dalaran. I'm just a researcher obsessed with power and truth. It's normal for me to be driven away by them because I don't fit in.

But don't look at me as down and out, my lord. I also have friends in Stormwind.

Those warlocks are having a hard time being marginalized by the mages, so we always stick together for warmth."

"Oh, then it looks like you're still somewhat useful."

Zuluhed nodded in satisfaction and asked:

"Are you interested in joining the Shadow Council?"

"Hmm? You mean, you want me to serve the green-skinned orcs who are attacking my homeland?"

Morgans glared and shook his head.
"No! Although I study the power of darkness, I also have my own bottom line."

"Hmph, you, a warlock who digs graves, steals corpses, and controls gnolls as slaves, are talking to me about bottom lines? Don't be so ridiculous, young man!"

Zuluhed knocked on the table and said:

"Once we take Stormwind City, you can do whatever you want with Archmage Theokritus, who has a grudge against you!" "You're such a good judge of character! I don't know what the Shadow Council is, but the name tells me it's definitely a very tolerant organization."

Morgans smiled grimly, rubbing his hands and saying:

"Actually, there's no need to capture Stormwind, my dear Lord Zuluhed. Theocritus pretends to be aloof and unwilling to get involved in the political struggles of Stormwind Kingdom. So, he lives in Azura's Tower in Elwynn Forest with a group of followers. They don't receive outsiders, but they welcome visits from spellcasters.

Pooh!
He pretends to be noble, but I know that he came all the way to Stormwind Kingdom just for the artifact 'Hand of Azura' hidden in Azura's Tower.

Now he succeeded!

Spend the whole day in the Mage Tower studying the power of the artifact."

"Ok?"

Hearing the word "artifact", Zuluhed immediately sat up straight and asked:

"What is that 'Hand of Azula'? What powerful power does it have?"

"Well, it's not an offensive weapon."

Morgans explained:

"It's a divine artifact for enchantment and inscription. It's said that using the Hand of Azura as a medium can eliminate tedious preparations, making all enchantments permanently enhanced. Inscribed instruments crafted with it will also be of the finest quality."

"Can't be used in combat? Then it's useless."

The orc warlock immediately lost interest and waved his hand, saying:

"Then, as long as you join us, once Fenris Wolfbring's army captures Azura's Tower, that Mage Tower will be yours to use! Also, your psychic research is very useful. I have a psychic compendium from Gul'dan here for you to review. Let's create a batch of 'Death Knights' for the War Horde in the shortest possible time!"

Chief Dragonmaw handed a research document to Morgans, who took it with a confused look on his face.

This thing is written in Orcish.

He still needed some time to translate, but when he saw the magic sword "Apocalypse" full of death power brought by Zuluhed, the greed in Morgans' eyes could not be concealed at all.

He said seriously:

"I will definitely dedicate all my strength to the warchief's conquest, but I need to recruit a group of frustrated warlocks to help, and by the way, tell us about the current situation in Stormwind City."

"Leave a few smart and capable people there."

Zuluhed narrowed his eyes and said:

"Then you'll serve as the Horde's internal support, disrupting Stormwind from within. If you do well, I'll reward you handsomely!"

"Okay, I'll contact them immediately, sir, please wait."

Morgans hurried to another part of the Mage Tower, while the orc warlock stayed here to look at the research of the human traitor. He found that this guy was quite talented and was trying to make a "flesh puppet" by himself, but he used the wrong method.

A moment later, Morgans came back with a serious expression and said to Zuluhed:

“Something big has happened!
Marshal Lothar returned to Stormwind City with the Staff of Atiesh the Guardian and the Ebonchill Staff, and announced to spellcasters across the continent that they would choose successors for the two artifacts there.

Now the Assassin's League has spread this news to the world, and spellcasters from all over the continent will be attracted to Stormwind City."

"what?"

Zuluhed was startled, but then he said thoughtfully:
"What's with those two staffs?"

"That's a divine weapon! A true divine weapon! The entire Stormwind City is in an uproar right now, and all the spellcasters are gearing up to get their hands on it."

Morgans excitedly told Zuluhed the power of the two mages.

After hearing that holding the Holy Staff of Atiesh Guardian would instantly infuse one with magical powers, even though Chief Dragonmaw had seen a lot, he couldn't help but stand up.

Although the two artifacts in his hands are powerful, they are external objects after all.

The Dragon Soul can control dragons and extract their power, but it is difficult to infuse the power into itself. The newly obtained Ulthalesh Scythe can enhance the warlock's spells to the level of demigod, but the greedy soul residing inside it requires a large number of souls as a sacrifice, and is stingy and unwilling to share power with the user. Moreover, once the user becomes weak, he will most likely be attacked by the scythe.

These two artifacts are great, but not great enough!
What Zuluhed wants most is a divine weapon like the Guardian's Holy Staff that can instantly bestow powerful strength upon himself.

"Lothar said that all spellcasters across the continent have the opportunity to hold the holy staff."

Zuluhed stroked the magic sickle in his hand and laughed loudly, saying:
"We're spellcasters too, and we're also in the Eastern Continent, which means we have a stake in this as well! Okay, okay, then what are we waiting for? Let's attack now."

you!
Morgans, rising star of the Shadow Council, finish your work now! If you miss this opportunity, I will punish you."

"Yes, sir, I will certainly do my best."

Morgans stroked the Apocalypse Sword in the weapon box and said with a sneer:
"Theocritus is a powerful archmage. I believe that after his soul is tempered by death, he will be able to dedicate his lich power to the Shadow Council. Before that, I must borrow this powerful artifact to complete my own psychic magic.

All glory to the Shadow Council!

All glory to Zuluhed!"

"Ha ha ha ha"

The two warlocks laughed wildly in the dilapidated wizard tower, but before they could fully enjoy this dark fun, a voice sounded in Zuluhed's ears:

"What the hell are you laughing at? You're like a ghost hiding in the sewers. Come here quickly! His Majesty Eranikus wants to see you!"

"Oh, I'm coming right over."

Zuluhed knew that it was his dragon companion calling him. He encouraged Morgans a few words, left a few orc warlocks here to "assist" the new members, and then ran happily to meet Lord Lethon.

He wasn't particularly keen on working for these capricious dragons.

But the problem is that the Dragon Soul was given by someone else, and he himself has not yet mastered the use of the Scythe of Ulthalesh. Now is not a good opportunity to fall out with the dragons. His power in the war tribe must rely on these powerful dragons to maintain.

But when Zuluhed arrived at the dragon's lair that the dragons had temporarily built for him in the Redridge Mountains, he was surprised to see Lord Lethon appear here in the form of a fel elf, a rare illusion.

"Why do you still have such a face?"

Zuluhed jokingly said:
"So skinny, such a sissy!"

"Stop talking, His Majesty Eranikus is waiting for you."

Lord Lethorn was too lazy to pay attention to this stupid warlock. In his elf form, he pointed to the inside of the cave and said:
"Go ahead and be careful with your words. His Majesty Eranikus is not as easy to talk to as the Slayer. If you anger him, even though we've been happily cooperating recently, I'll be forced to devour you."

Zuluhed nodded and walked into the cave under the gaze of the dragons.

A ball of dark green flame burned on the stone pillar, reflecting a tall elf wearing dark green elven armor, a crown and dragon horn decorations. Two strands of the elf's long black hair flowed down from his pointed ears to his chest.

This adds a touch of somber elegance to it despite its gloom.

It sat on the throne of some unknown demon world, with a dragon sword on its waist. After Zuluhed half-knelt to greet it, the nightmare tyrant said in a low voice:
"You have obtained the Dragon Soul, which means you can participate in our plan. Do you know what to do next, Warlock?"

"I heard from Lord Lethon that we need to awaken the Jade Legion's guardian dragons from their dreams."

Zuluhed whispered:
"I am ready to dedicate my all to your cause, but the problem is, I don't know much about the dragons of this world."

“You don’t need to know much, you just need to follow the plan.”

Eranikus waved his hand and said:
"After Lethon and the others have arranged everything, you will return to the Temple of Atal'Hakkar in the Black Marsh with the Dragon Soul and set a trap there. When the members of the Emerald Legion arrive, restrain them and control them until my beloved Ysera appears.
Warlock, you must control Ysera, but you cannot harm her!

If even one dragon scale of my beloved is damaged, you will be doomed forever!"

"Hmm, the sunken temple! I know that place."

Zuluhid said:
"I heard that the evil god of the local trolls is sealed there?"

"Yes, the Gurubashi trolls have been trying to resurrect the Soul Flayer."

The gloomy Eranikus waved his hand with a kingly grace and said:
"This matter requires their help. Please wait patiently. Jin'do, the master sorcerer of the Gurubashi trolls, will contact you. After the matter is completed, I will find my beloved and regain control of my legion. The Soulflayer will return to its territory, and both parties will be happy.

As for you, Warlock.

You will also get what you desire. I heard that you have been collecting artifacts?

Haha, go ahead, Lethon will give you your 'reward'."

(End of this chapter)