Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 220 43. The Greenskin Waaaagh: The Gnolls Are Coming Around - [Additional 55]

(Additional update for brother “Huo Zheng Ting Hao” [5/5])
No one knew what happened at night, but only the Stormwind leaders were glad that the city had escaped a catastrophic disaster from within.

However, even though the demons' evil plan to release the plague was thwarted, the situation in Stormwind City was still very bad.

The fall of Azura's Tower and Eastvale meant that the central part of Elwynn Forest, where Goldshire was located, could not be saved. Therefore, in the early morning of the next day, when the bodies of the werewolves in the town had not yet been dealt with, the town began to move.

All the strong men went to Stormwind to defend the city, while the women and children were sent to the Northshire Monastery surrounded by mountains for temporary shelter.

It is one of the holy places of faith in the human kingdom. Its city walls and defense system are no weaker than Stormwind City. Moreover, the terrain is a valley surrounded by mountains on three sides. As long as the gate is guarded, no matter how many orcs there are, they will not be able to attack.

The civilians who had retreated from Redridge Mountains and Eastvale were also there, causing Northshire to be overcrowded. King Llane originally planned to take charge in person, but in order to better appease the people's hearts, Archbishop Alonsus Faol took the initiative to go there himself. He took the Knights of Ashes to Northshire Abbey at noon to take charge.

He is the faith leader of mankind, and it is his duty to protect the holy land and the people.

However, the alliance between the gnolls and the war tribes brought about a rather terrible situation. When Stormwind City was fully prepared to shrink its defense to defend the city, the king had to separate an army to support the Western Plains. The defenders of Moonbrook had been taken to Redridge Mountains by Lothar, and now they were all stationed in Sunlight Forest.

The defense of that continent's granary was at its weakest. Originally, blocking the greenskins could protect the rear area, but now the gnolls of the River Claw clan have also started a riot, which completely disrupted the rear area of Stormwind Kingdom in an instant.

They could not lose the fertile western plains, otherwise the city that was about to be besieged would not receive any support and would not be able to hold out.

"There's good news!"

In the depressing atmosphere of Stormwind Keep, Anduin Lothar strode over and said to the king and the commanders:
"The Kul Tiras First Fleet has arrived at Booty Bay. Prince Drake Proudmoore has informed us that they will reach the coast of the Western Plains within a few days. When that happens, the Kul Tiras marines and naval guns can help us drive back the rebellious gnolls, and their marines can also help us defend the strategic Western Plains."

"For every good news, there must be bad news. Come on, Lothar, let me see how bad our situation can get."

King Llane was nearly paralyzed by the current situation. Fully armed and ready to climb the city wall at any moment, he looked at his sworn brother and whispered:
"The First Fleet has been infected with the Demon Plague, and the plague has broken out on the Booty Coast. It's said that the Goblin Consortium is ready to abandon the area. This means that the First Fleet can't get close to Stormwind City. They can only fight in the Western Plains and set up a temporary camp.

I told them the news that our foreign friends can cure the plague, and Prince Drake asked us to bring back the antidote as quickly as possible.

Although he didn't say it explicitly, I can probably guess that Kul Tiras, with its already well-developed shipping industry, might have also...

"Tell His Majesty Daelin to send people to Steamwheedle Port immediately!"

Diakum, the war advisor, spoke:

"My disciple, Nobundo, is there. The Ring of the Healer in his hand can temporarily slow down the degeneration and worsening of the plague. The Holy Light has revealed to me that there is a druidic sect with a special heritage in the mountains of Kul Tiras. Your Majesty, Daelin, please invite them out of the mountains in time.

The epidemic of the life force must be curbed by the Life Walker.

But in exchange!
Kul Tiras must send another fleet to Stormwind Kingdom to assist in the battle, and it must be under the overall command of Marshal Lothar! "

Then, Diakum looked at King Ryan, thought for a moment, and said:

"Please, in the name of the Storm King, send a message to the entire Eastern Continent, spreading the news to those poor people afflicted by the Demonic Plague. Tell them that you have a solution to the Demonic Plague."

"This"

The king certainly understood the intention of the sentinel, but he was a little unsure at this moment and whispered:
"You need to get the world-traveling staff to return to Draenor and bring us the Forest Elf Healer. We're not sure of the timeline, so making this promise now is a bit... "

"Only in this way can your city and kingdom survive this double blow."

The Vigilant shook his head and said:

"Don't worry, fifteen days! I promise you in the name of the Holy Light that within half a month I will bring back enough forest elves to dispel the plague for Stormwind City. In fact, I suspect that if you're willing to pay a certain 'price', those rather radical forest elves might be able to bring you more 'surprises'."

"cost?"

Lothar said in surprise:

"What do you mean?"

"Wait until you meet the forest elves and let them tell you. That's a very heavy 'Oath of Vengeance'. I can't make the decision for you."

Dick waved his hand and said nothing more about the matter.

He gave King Ryan a choice. It depended on whether the king had the courage to take the gamble.

At this moment, Diakum felt that he had become a man who would do anything to achieve his goal. He even began to use the devil's plague to shake his fate.

"This shows that you are growing, dear Dark Archon. There is no need to feel guilty about this. You are simply making reasonable use of the evil tricks of the demons. This is called responding to the situation and going with the flow. Smart people will do this.

You have clearly been enlightened by the Void, which is a very good thing."

At this opportune moment, the voice of the shadow floated in Diakmu's ear, saying:
"Look at what a perfect use this is! The Polluter never imagined that the vicious plague it spread to corrupt people's hearts would in turn help you save the future of mankind.

The best thing is that such a reaction takes advantage of the situation and does not trigger the heavy pressure of fate to counterattack.

You see, we told you before that you needed to be smarter and gentler. Facts have proven that our advice was absolutely correct. Continue along this path, Diakme, and you're not far from touching the true meaning of darkness.

The Sentinel said nothing, but just stroked his holy contract and silently recited the scriptures of the Holy Light in his heart, as if he was praying or confessing.

That afternoon, General Liresa, who was out on reconnaissance on a dragon eagle, brought everyone the expected bad news:
"The gnolls are advancing towards Stormwind City along all available routes throughout Elwynn Forest. The Riverpaw and Darkskin clans have joined forces."

The valiant elf general whispered:

"In addition, I observed the influence of the Black Wolf God's faith on the gnolls. I personally witnessed them using the orcs' 'Mak'gora' ritual to conduct a chieftain showdown.

Hogg, a warrior of the River Claw clan, defeated Fangore of the Darkskin clan and became the common war leader of the gnolls. The Black Wolf God gave him the blessing of the hunting pack, allowing the gnolls to control the magic wolves from the starry sea.

The orc wolf riders followed the gnoll hunting group and advanced slowly. The chieftain named Fenris Wolfbride was like the most ruthless hunter. He drove his war dogs to extinguish the flames of Stormwind Kingdom. When you were exhausted from fighting with the gnolls, his Thundergod Clan would intervene in the battle like a bloodthirsty sword to settle the matter.

In addition, he had an additional heavy infantry under his command.

You must be prepared, the equipment level of that orc infantry legion is higher than you think."

"Ok?"

King Llane cried out:
"Where did they get the new equipment? The weapons and equipment in Redridge Mountains must have been destroyed during the evacuation."

"I don't know about that."

General Liresa shook his head and said:

"The dragon eagle's detection range isn't that far, so..."

"Heh, young people always make excuses for their incompetence. There's no need to try to hide it. You're clearly still a little behind in the hunter realm."

Archbishop Naili, whose face was radiant because of being nourished, rode on the spirit dragon and landed in the garden of the fortress. She walked into the conference hall with a hunting rifle on her back, ridiculed the Ranger General, and then reached out to feed a few melon seeds to the Sunlight Eagle war pet on her shoulder.

She said loudly:

"It was the goblins who provided the orcs with weapons!
I went to Redridge Mountains for reconnaissance last night. My 'Holy Sun' flew all over the orc camps in Redridge Mountains. I saw with my own eyes that the goblin airships of Venture Capital Company unloaded boxes of weapons and food for the orcs, but those goblins themselves were not having a good time either.

They are infected with the devil plague!
If their base camp, Booty Bay, is in chaos, it means that the orcs will temporarily be unable to obtain food and weapons from the goblins. Therefore, as long as the city can survive this current wave of general attack, the orcs' offensive will naturally slow down.

Also, when I was returning along the Echo Mountains, the Holy Sun told me that it saw greenskins active on the Burning Plains from high altitude.

Those guys split up.

They're not just attacking Stormwind, they're also attacking some of those charcoal-looking dwarves on the Scorched Plains."

"I suppose Orgrim Doomhammer's banner is over there in the Burning Steppes?"

Diakum asked, and Nari turned around and smiled at him, nodding.

This made Dick fall into subtle thinking. He felt that Orgrim's actions were a little strange.

What on earth is that great chief doing?
They clearly had an agreement with Medivh to capture Stormwind, but they split up their forces at this time and even arranged the most offensive orcs to form an infantry corps under Fenris Wolfbring. Dispersing their forces in this way was not something Orgrim would do. Could it be that...
"toot toot"

A sudden tremor interrupted Diakum's thoughts. He lowered his head and took out the teleportation orb that Aegwynn had left him from his arms. As he stroked it, Aegwynn's message rang out:

"The seal of the Tomb of Sargeras is about to be lifted! Be prepared; the portal will open in thirty-six hours." This communication caused the others in the conference room to look at Diakum. The Sentinel stood up and said:

"Everyone, I can only stay here for 36 hours, and then I must go to the Tomb of Sargeras. So if there is anything else you need me to do, please feel free to ask. I know you are about to face the most terrifying siege in the history of Stormwind.

I hope you stick with it.

You must hold on until I come back, and I will try to bring you reinforcements, but I can't guarantee it."

"Would it be too much to ask you to behead Fenris Wolfbring or Orgrim Doomhammer right now?"

King Llane made a joke, then received a glare from Archbishop Nari.

She won't agree to it.

Given Diakum's current weakened state, he would have to use the power of the Force to complete the decapitation, but whether it was the Holy Light or the Void, it would cause the Sentinel's newly stabilized humanity to deviate in a bad direction.

"There is indeed something you can help with, and it would be of great significance to us and the entire kingdom."

Lothar thought for a moment and said to Diakam:
"You previously commented that the Ash Knights have taken the right path in strengthening warriors with the Holy Light. It's just that overly fanatical thinking needs time to settle and calm down. So, please, at Stormwind Cathedral, create as many Paladins as you can for us!"

The orcs drank the demonic blood, which empowered them with fel energies, and humans must journey into that realm of power to receive the same blessing.

We believe in the Holy Light."

The human marshal clenched his fingers and said:
"I have heard from your followers the tales of the Vindicators, the Lightforged, and the thousand-year-old warriors of the Hand of Argus, tales that are like the stuff of myth to us.

I know you are also worried about the over-zealous mental problems of your veterans, but considering the situation Storm Kingdom is facing now, we may really need such fanatical warriors of light.

The more the better, the stronger the better!"

Dick didn't expect that this would be Lothar's last request before he left.

He looked at Lothar, and after a few seconds, he asked:

"So, what is your choice? Anduin Lothar, you are also beloved by the Force of Life. You will become a very powerful warrior, even comparable to the warriors of the orcs."

"But as a soldier, I can only sit back and watch my country fall in pain. Only by walking into the light can I achieve what you all want me to do."

Lothar sighed deeply and whispered:
"From now on, my life will no longer belong to me; from now on, Anduin Lothar will belong to the Arathor Empire! May the Holy Light bless me."

"Humanity also needs its own 'vigilants'."

Nellie stood beside Dick and said:

"Grant them the honor of eternal watch, Dick. They now need fanatical faith to resist the cold malice of fate. You no longer need to worry about the Ashbringer's burning will harming them. The power of that fervor will protect them instead of your own hands."

"And I!"

King Llane pushed aside the documents and reports that were giving him a headache. He stood up and said:
"Royal House Wrynn has always had a tradition of protecting its people. If the blessing of the Holy Light allows me to kill a few more greenskins, then please lead me into the path of the Holy Light.

Be it enthusiasm or fanaticism.

If the only way to save Stormwind is to transform it into the Eastern Continent's 'City of Faith,' then I will smile and light the first flame of faith myself!

Diakum nodded and said in a deep voice:
"Then in three hours, bring all the warriors you can find to the Stormwind Cathedral!

I will consecrate you collectively as the Ashbringer. The Holy Light will bestow its most fervent and fiery power upon its human followers. In this way, the brilliance of the First Light will truly ignite in Azeroth."

"Um. Can the elves participate?"

Beside General Liresa, the female warrior who always wore armor whispered:
"I have a friend. Yes, she's really my friend! She's quite interested in the Holy Light but doesn't want to be a weak priest who just chants scriptures. If a powerful alien saint were to lead humanity onto the path of a warrior of the Holy Light, Finna would definitely be very interested.

Oh, and she's half human.

According to the Silvermoon grapevine, her mysterious father is Daelin Proudmoore, though she has never admitted it herself.

“The more the merrier.”

Diakum waved his hand and said:
"However, this city is about to face the test of war. I hope your friends can be prepared, and I hope you can be prepared too. What's coming next will not be a small fight."

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"The gnolls are advancing very quickly! Hogger has already led his wolf pack into Goldshire and the vicinity of Mirror Lake, but the humans there have either gone to Stormwind City or Northshire Abbey.

And when they left, they destroyed all the barns and even polluted the well water."

The Wolf Cavalry Commander of the Thunder God Clan reported to his chieftain:

"There's Mirror Lake near Stormwind City, so there's no shortage of water. But the problem is food. Chief, we don't have much food with us. Along the way, humans didn't leave us any supplies to plunder.

It's hard for soldiers to launch a brutal siege when they're hungry."

"This place isn't far from the Western Plains, right?"

Fenris Wolfbrine rubbed his chin and said:

"That place is the granary of the entire continent. If we capture it, the warring tribes will no longer have to worry about food shortages. Of course, orcs don't know how to farm, so farmers are still needed to continue working there."

"It's not far, but the problem is that Xiquan Fortress is blocking our way."

The governor said helplessly:

"That fortress is about the same strength as Stonewall Fortress in Redridge Mountains, easy to defend but difficult to attack. Now that we have to besiege Stormwind City, we don't have the manpower to attack another heavily defended fortress. Another way to reach the Western Plains is through Sunny Forest, but Serenity Gardens has been completely fortified.

The Wolfmane Clan of the Wolf Spirit Priests did not attack the city at all!

They are engrossed in the battle between the Black Wolf God and the White Wolf God hunting packs, and spend their days in the forest fighting local werewolves to the death. We can't rely on them."

"That's a real problem. Let me think about it. Bring me the map!"

Fenris waved his hand, and immediately the orcs carried a huge sand table made of the map of the southern part of the continent to the chief. Fenris squinted his eyes and looked at the map, which showed the movements of various clans.

He quickly noticed a clan that was isolated from the main forces in two directions and said:

"Why is the Blacktooth Grinning Clan at sea?"

"Rend and Maim have been ordered by Overlord Eitrigg to defend our fellow goblin merchants while they accompany Overlord Varok Saurfang to resupply our fortress in the Black Morass.

Overlord Eitrigg said the supplies in that swamp fortress must not be used until a critical moment."

The wolf cavalry captain waved his whip and said:
"But now our 'partner' has been infected with the demonic plague. Zuluhed's warlocks are treating her and her caravan with 'magic infusion'. They can't transport food for a while, so the Blacktooth Grinning Clan can only stay at sea for the time being."

"Oh, what a surprising move!"

Fenris laughed and waved his hand, saying:

"Have the Wolf Priest contact those two cubs and have their clan immediately head to the Western Fertile Lands from the sea!

I know they are few in number, but the Western Plains now has gnoll hunting packs for them to command, and I absolutely believe in Varok Saurfang's war capabilities. Let them join the battle! Seize the Western Plains as quickly as possible.

As long as that place is in our hands, Stormwind Kingdom will be conquered in no time!
As for the gnolls.
Tell Hogg that there is no need to besiege the city, just attack it directly!

The Black Wolf God will bless it and its hunting pack, and once they take the city walls, the Thunder God Clan will massacre the miserable city in blood.

Stormwind, the proud and isolated city, humph, welcome the refinement of war."

Ps:

Currently owed: 140 chapters, the next additional chapter will be on April 4st.

(End of this chapter)