Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 218: 41. Roar! Master Hogg is the most powerful! Hogg is the Black Wolf God's "Chosen One"! - [Additional Chapter 35]

(Additional update for brother “Huo Zheng Ting Hao” [3/5])
Azura's Tower.

The famous Mage Tower in Elwynn Forest is built on a hill beside a tributary of the scenic Stone Lake. It is said that from this Mage Tower you can overlook the beautiful scenery of Eastvale, and if the weather is good you can even see Stormwind City directly.

This is the best location in Elwynn Forest. Many nobles want to buy this land, but the money they have cannot compare with the resources and connections of the noble "Mage".

Currently, the tower is led by a great wizard named "Theocritus", who protects wizards and mages who do not want to get involved in politics.

Even in these years, a wizarding organization of moderate size has been formed.

However, these wizards can stay out of politics and live a simple life, but war will not let them go.

"Grand Duke Bolvar Fordragon's troops are under attack from both sides. The flanks are fine, as the local Riverpaw gnolls are few in number and have been defeated by the Grand Duke. However, the Darkskin gnolls in the front are almost all gone.

They were led by the cunning Chief Fangore, and behind the gnolls there was a ferocious wolf cavalry.

The orcs just captured the watchtower, and the warriors inside tried to break out with the help of the Griffin Riders, but failed."

A wizard apprentice came to report to Archmage Theocritus.

You could tell he was terrified.

But the Archmage had served in the army in his early years when he was making a living in Dalaran. He had participated in Baron Rivendell's war against the Mossrot Trolls, so he would not lose his mind because of the chaos.

And Archmage Theocritus understood the importance of this battle.

If a human warrior were defeated near his wizard tower, the green orcs would never let him go just because he didn't get involved in politics.

"Open the defensive barrier of the Mage Tower and send servants to inform Grand Duke Bolvar that he can retreat to the Mage Tower if things get out of hand. Mobilize all spellcasters in the Mage Tower and prepare to fight!"

Theocritus picked up his short-handled wand from his beloved enchanting tools. The middle-aged man stood up and instructed his apprentices in a tone that brooked no refusal:
"Those foreign spellcasters staying in the Mage Tower must also join the battle!

You might as well tell them that this is also part of the inheritance trial of the Staff of Atiesh Guardian. That holy staff can only be held by spellcasters with a heart of protection. Selfish people are not qualified to use it."

"Yes, mentor."

The disciples of the great wizard immediately filed out. Soon, the activated wizard tower burst into a mathematical glow and supported a huge magic barrier, protecting the entire tower and leaving a large enough safe zone for the evacuated wounded.

Theocritus himself climbed to the top of his own wizard tower.

He cast spells here, relying on the magic power drawn from the underground magic network nodes by the Mage Tower, allowing him to instantly transform into a real "magic turret".

He manipulated a large-scale blizzard to fall in front of the human defense line. Hailstones gathered from magic power, accompanied by icicles, fell from the sky, freezing the gnolls who were howling and attacking the defense line. The unlucky ones were directly pierced to death by the icicles. The cold air in the sky significantly slowed down the speed at which the gnolls crossed the river.

The soldiers, who were overwhelmed by the waves of Jackals, then gained morale. With Major Martin leading the charge, they crossed the defense line and launched a determined counterattack, killing all the approaching Jackals.

The Grand Duke also returned to the battlefield with the head of the werewolf commander. He raised his heavy sword to call for morale, then smashed the ferocious head into the werewolf in front of him, roared, and walked forward to swing the greatsword to kill.

The commander's bravery galvanized the entire defense line, and the soldiers followed suit, driving the gnolls into the frozen river, leaving them to freeze to death.

The support of a great wizard quickly stabilized the defense line. However, behind the wolf army, Fenris Wolfbring, riding on a warg, watched all this indifferently. He said to the wolf priest beside him:

"The Black Wolf God's weak herd is about to be defeated. No wonder they have been suppressed by humans for so many years. Their fighting spirit is too poor. Let's help them."

"The great wizard?"

The Wolf Priest asked as he summoned the demon wolf to enter.

Fenris waved his hand and said:

"That's not our concern. Zuluhed said he would take care of this mage tower. He seems to want to use it as the new base of the Shadow Council. Oh, this guy seems to have forgotten Gul'dan's fate and has started to regard himself as the leader of the Shadow Council again."

No one responded to his sharp comments.

While the two wolf priests were calling on the magic wolves to enter, they transformed themselves into ferocious giant wolves in the shadows and led the pack to charge.

Obviously, this profession is very similar to that of a druid and is good at transformation. It is said that orcs have seen wolf priests use simple elemental spells. Perhaps they also have some shamanic characteristics.

A complete patchwork.

"Let's get ready too."

Chief Fenris picked up the golden, ferocious scimitar from the saddle of the Demon Wolf. A voice from the object called to him, but Fenris did not respond at all.

He knew it was cursed, but he didn't need to draw power from the curse.

The wolf pack is his strength.

Led by Fenris, this Thunder Wolf Cavalry quickly moved to the flank and into the attack position.

They waited patiently, and the warriors who had just repelled the gnolls in the front line had no time to catch their breath when they saw the sudden attack of the magic wolves amid the howling of wolves. Those ghost wolves suddenly appeared behind the position like ghosts, and the warriors were attacked from both sides with their bloody mouths.

The giant wolf charged head-on against the blizzard, knocking the heavily armored knights to the ground and biting them in the neck or limbs.

There were not many of them, but the timing of their attack was very critical. There were also dangerous werewolves jumping in the shadows. The Grand Duke only saw the soldiers beside him being knocked down one after another by the wolves, while he himself waved his giant sword to resist the claw attacks of two werewolves. As his anger surged, the Grand Duke fought desperately to kill the werewolves. Just as he was about to help the besieged Major Martin, he heard a low horn sound from the flank.

Duke Bolvar, his face covered in blood, turned around and in despair saw the green-skinned wolf riders appear in the forest.

Leading them was a tall, apathetic orc.

His legs seemed to be disabled, and he used chains to fasten himself to the saddle of the magic wolf. He was holding two gorgeous golden plundering swords in his hands and rushing straight towards him.

If the position was intact, humans could definitely withstand such an impact, but now their formation has been completely disrupted and they can only fight on their own.

The ferocious wolf cavalry charged into the flank, like a thrown bloodthirsty flying knife, instantly cutting open a bloody wound.

Bolvar himself was chosen as a target by Fenris. Although his legs were disabled, Fenris still had the strength of his upper limbs. He coordinated perfectly with his magic wolf, as if the magic wolf had turned into his lower body, carrying him to move and dodge, and in the fierce attack, he used his two swords to cut hideous marks on Bolvar's enchanted armor.

But the Grand Duke was not afraid of the greenskin, he had his own pride.

The current situation is unlikely to allow for a Jedi counterattack, but he still has one last way to go as a warrior.

"Come on! Aren't you going to kill me?"

The Grand Duke grabbed his helmet and threw it forward, then swung his greatsword forward and attacked, forcing Fenris to retreat. He cursed:

"You pathetic cripple! Don't you dare fight like a man?"

He was provoking Fenris.

But the orc chieftain turned a deaf ear and just coldly dodged and fought back with his magic wolf.

The plundering blade in his hand is a cursed blade. Every hit will take away Bolvar's strength and flesh. The strength is used to strengthen Fenris, and the flesh is kept by it alone.

As the battle went on, Bolvar lost the strength to continue fighting within a few minutes. The Grand Duke half-knelt on the ground, using his greatsword to support his body to prevent himself from falling. In front of him, Chief Thundergod tilted his head and stared at this great human figure.

Only then did Fenris speak in human language with an accent:
"Now, you and me, who looks more like a cripple?"

"There's no point in talking any more, only fighting to the death!"

Bolvar knew he might not survive, so he made his choice. He used his anger to infuse himself with his last strength and jumped up, swinging his giant sword at the orc chieftain in front of him. Fenris did not take it head-on. As the wolf jumped flexibly, the beast bit the Grand Duke's arm and dragged him down, while the plundering blade in Fenris's hand whistled and slashed down.

He took this head.
"boom"

The flying battle axe hit Fenris's sword like a heavy artillery, forcing the demon wolf to take a few steps back.

Under the astonished gaze of Chief Thundergod, a huge Sun Raven fell from the sky, grabbed the dying Bolvar and flew up, spitting fire from its mouth to force back Bolvar and his pack of wolves, while the sturdy man came from the side, holding two battle axes and chopped down the greenskins, carving a path through them.

This guy was accompanied by a giant wolf.

"Lexa Rema?"

Fenris widened his eyes and scolded:

"How did you end up in Azeroth? How did you get here?"

"He's not the only one coming! Fenris, the Mag'har orcs are coming for you."

Griselda's roar rang out from the other side, and the Daughter of Blackhand charged into the position with the famous Dark Hand warhammer. She was followed by the Mag'har warriors retreating from the Redridge Mountains. They rushed out of the portal in Azura's Tower and went straight to the battlefield to fight these damn greenskins.

This scene made Fenris frown. If Draenor really found a way to enter Azeroth safely, wouldn't that mean that the current warring tribes would be attacked from both sides at the same time?

He immediately chose to retreat temporarily.

This is the hunter's rule: do not act rashly without knowing the details.

He had suffered a loss in Frostfire Ridge before, and the price of losing both legs was enough to make him learn to be cautious.

The wolf cavalrymen who had won brilliant victories tonight were retreating, but the jackals had not yet figured out the meaning of the tribe's horns. They recklessly followed the wolf pack and charged, feeling only that tonight was extremely enjoyable. The humans who had bullied them in the past had also had such miserable moments.

what!
The Black Wolf God is simply invincible! "Dragon! Beware of the dragon!"

Major Martin, who was covering the Grand Duke's retreat, looked up and shouted to the mages who were supporting him in the distance, but Zuluhed, who reappeared in the dark night riding a magic dragon, laughed grimly.

Holding the Dragon Soul, he first completely released the power he had previously extracted from the blue dragon. Just like a replica of Lakeside Town, a biting cold wind froze the hills around Azura's Tower and all the spellcasters in an instant.

Then the two dragons attacked the shield of the mage tower from the left and right. Their deadly breath and powerful claws caused the defense nodes to explode one after another.

Archmage Theocritus knew that this was not going to work, so he stopped casting the spell and teleported back to the mage tower, just in time to see Major Martin rushing up carrying the unconscious Grand Duke on his back, who needed treatment.

"Put him there, I'll do it for him right away"

"puff"

Before the archmage could finish his words, a ferocious fist blade pierced into him from behind.

The magic shield he maintained at all times was torn like paper at this moment, and the moment the sharp blade entered his body, the paralyzing poison in the weapon made the wizard completely lose the ability to fight back.

Amidst the spurting blood, he fell to the ground and could only see an orc assassin with cool long black hair looking at him indifferently.

At this moment, Theocritus finally understood.

The orcs drove the gnolls to attack the position tonight not only to Grand Duke Bolvar Fordragon, but also to him and his Mage Tower! But how did they sneak in here without being noticed by the Mage Tower?

"leave!"

In his last moments of consciousness, Archmage Theokritus activated the magic on his ring.

The small box he had hidden on the tool bench was thrown into Major Martin's arms, and then the magic power that erupted turned into a fixed-position teleportation spell that sent the bloody Grand Duke and the major back to Stormwind City.

This scene made Kael'gath Bladefist, who had finally taken action himself, feel a little bored.

Although this guy has all the qualities of a top-level assassin, to be honest, rather than being an assassin, Kael'gath is the type of "gladiator" who prefers to fight the strong head-on. If it weren't for Zuluhed's request, he would not have done such an assassination to the owner of a wizard tower.

With Theocritus defeated, the defense of Azura's Tower collapsed in an instant. Faced with the gnolls and orcs surrounding them from all directions, the spellcasters used teleportation to escape the battlefield.

Fortunately, they had some backbone and took the soldiers here with them when they escaped.

Soon, the gnolls under Azura's Tower cheered, as this was a rare victory for them over humans.

Zuluhed arrogantly entered the Mage Tower with his new servant, Morgans, in a victorious manner. Seeing Kargath waiting there, he handed him a can of poison as agreed and said:

"The poisonous essence from the Nightmare Dragon will cause the victim to suffer both physical corrosion and a nightmare-like illness in the mind. Please use it sparingly. Extracting this much has already made my fellow dragons very unhappy."

"Hmph, are you the master? Or is your dragon the master?"

Kargath sneered:

"You look so smug and proud, Zuluhed, poor creature! I can't help but laugh at you."

"Enough of the nonsense. Here! This is a list of important people in Stormwind."

Chieftain Dragonmaw did not dare to offend this sadist who could take someone's life at any time, so he handed a rolled-up animal skin to Kargath and said:
"Before Fenris and I lay siege to Stormwind, you and the assassins should try to eliminate them. Also, I have some news that you will surely be very interested in."

"explain."

Kael'gath shook his flowing black hair and looked at Chieftain Dragonmaw impatiently.

Zuluhed laughed evilly and said:
"Orgrim just had a fight with the Dark Iron dwarves. Those dwarves refused to obey the Horde, and Orgrim wanted to conquer them. But do you know what's in the Dark Iron dwarves' Darkforge?

The most famous arena in all of Azeroth!

It is said that it is their tradition to throw powerful creatures captured from all over the world into the arena. The Dark Iron Emperor has prepared rich rewards for the champion of the arena, but decades have passed and no one has ever won twelve games in a row.
It just so happened that Orgrim planned to use the Dark Iron Dwarves' powerful forging skills to repair Gorehowl for Grom.

This is an opportunity!
Are you interested in representing the Black Wolf's pack? Gladiator King of Draenor."

"Hmm, that sounds like fun."

A very interested smile appeared on Kargath's face. He thought for a moment and said:
"I'll go after I kill Llane Wrynn or Anduin Lothar!"

After saying that, Kael'gath disappeared into the shadows with his dragon poison, not caring at all about what Zuluhed and Morgans were planning to do here.

"bang"

The weapons box they brought was opened, and Morgans carefully raised the heavy sword of Apocalypse with both hands. Two orc warlocks had trapped the dying Archmage Theocritus on the experimental table.

"Let him wake up!"

Morgans said with ferocious eyes:
"I want this bastard who kicked me out of Stormwind to see with his own eyes what I will do to him next."

"When doing something bad, why is there so much sense of ceremony?"

Zuluhid cursed:

"Hurry and finish it! The attack on Stormwind City will require a lot of effort from our liches. By the way, bring in all the human corpses outside. We are short on time and have a heavy task. We can't capture Stormwind City by relying on the gnolls alone."

As he spoke, he took out a crystal from his arms that was like an emerald surrounded by misty light spots and placed it in the control core of Azura's Tower.

As Zuluhed took a step back, the power of the Nightmare Dragons to manipulate dreams was released and spread. Relying on the "Dream Crystal" bestowed by His Majesty Eranikus, the Nightmare Tyrant, the warlock could pull the wizard tower into a nightmare zone.

In this way, humans will not be able to attack and infiltrate from the material world.

And this tower will also become the new stronghold prepared by Zuluhed for the Shadow Council.

"puff"

Behind him, Morgans, with a ferocious face, had already stabbed the magic sword into the chest of his mortal enemy, Archmage Theokritus. The call of death made the dying archmage's eyes widen. He stared at Morgans and said something, but eventually fell into the illusion of death under the control and transformation of the power of the other side.

"We must find a master for this sword."

Morgans's revenge was achieved, and he felt as happy as if he had eaten more than ten pounds of ice cream. However, he frowned and turned back to his leader and said:
"Its erosion is too terrible. A powerful Death Knight Lord must serve as its temporary sword bearer."

"The legendary warrior of mankind is barely adequate."

Zuluhid rubbed his chin and said:

"Anduin Lothar or anyone else, bah! It's all that jerk Kargath's fault. If he had left that brave Grand Duke Bolvar Fordragon behind, wouldn't he have become the perfect 'Horseman of the Apocalypse'?"
Never mind. We’ll find qualified candidates after we capture Stormwind City.

Now, get to work, Morgans, new member of the Shadow Council, and start producing the first batch of Death Knights before Fenris and our Warchief wait impatiently.

You know, I don't want to provoke Orgrim. Although I know that I shouldn't be afraid of him because I hold the artifact, I always feel that Orgrim is hiding something that can restrain me.

Oh, it would be great if the black hand was still there."

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"Charge! Kill! Burn this town! In the name of the Black Wolf God, just like our ancestors did, lay siege to Stormwind!"

Ferocious roars echoed in the chaotic night, and the jackals rushed into the town of Shining Gold, shouting and looting.

If it weren't for the fact that the inheritance ceremony of the Guardian of Tirisfal was too important and attracted many spellcasters to live here, this wave of gnolls rushing in from all directions would be enough to defeat the defense of Shimmering Gold.

But this sudden attack by the gnolls really caught the town guards off guard. They were just a little bit away from being invaded by the particularly brave gnolls tonight.

This is the closest town to Stormwind City, almost the capital, at the feet of the king. No one would think that the gnolls would have the courage to attack here.

But these bastards really did it, as if something had quickly gathered the werewolves together without anyone knowing.

"Ha, humans! Weak! Incompetent!"

The gnoll warrior Hogg, holding a heavy flail, snorted disdainfully. In front of him were several human guards who had been knocked down by him, but Hogg, contrary to his usual behavior, did not kill them and eat their flesh.

Because the Black Wolf God doesn't like this
Yes!

The Black Wolf God taught Uncle Hogg the art of hunting in his mind.

The Black Wolf God told the powerful Hogg that bullying the weak would not make him stronger. Only by challenging the strong could the Black Wolf God favor him more and grant Hogg more powerful strength.

"Get out! Send out your strongest warriors!"

Hogg roared.

The herd tattoos beneath its mane gleamed with a feral light, and it shouted to the terrified soldiers:
"Send them over to challenge Hogger! In Elwynn Forest! This is Lord Hogger's territory now, along with your Stormwind City! Hogger will take it! In the name of the Black Wolf God!
Roar!
Master Hogg will become the invincible chosen one of Lycanthos. Hmm? But you!

You come and tell Uncle Hogg!

What is 'God's Choice'? Is it delicious?

(End of this chapter)