Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 235, Section 58: The most intelligent woman in the Black Hand family warned in this way.

Griselda arrived very quickly.

She also had a shaman by her side. After receiving Gaiara's message, the Blackhand's Daughter didn't even have time to call for reinforcements. She and her warriors used astral teleportation to send herself to Gaiara's side.

This shamanic teleportation spell can only travel between areas where elements are concentrated. Fortunately, Gaiara was recognized by the four elements of Azeroth, and she herself is considered an elemental entity. Therefore, her teleportation landing point was very precise, right on the beach in the scenic Long Beach.

When Griselda leaped out wielding the Hand of Darkness, she was met with her good-for-nothing brother being beaten up by the elements summoned by Gaiara.

Not an exaggeration at all!
Gaiara summoned the Hand of the Earth to hold Red within it, and also called upon lightning to transform into a long whip that lashed out wildly, causing Red to let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.

It's not that Red isn't strong enough; among young orcs, this guy's combat strength is quite good, and he also has the warrior bloodline bonus from Blackhand. But the problem is that Gayara's shaman bloodline is obviously more outstanding. In the universe of Azeroth, where geniuses can do whatever they want, the fact that he wasn't killed by a mere warrior is already a sign that Gayara showed mercy.

"I'll leave this to you."

Seeing Griselda approach, Gaiara stopped, picked up the unconscious Drake Proudmore beside him, and waved, saying:
"I'm going to send this 'big shot' to Stormwind. There's no need to try to rescue those sailors. Varok Saurfang is there; they can't escape. But remember to bring back Fina Goldsword."

That girl has a very outgoing personality; she's a friend worth having.

"Okay, go ahead. Also, thanks."

Griseda said something to Gaiara, who snorted and shook his head, saying:
"Don't be silly, we're partners, it's only right that we help each other."

After Gaiara left, Griselda, carrying the Hand of Darkness, strode toward her disgraceful brother.

Red Blackhand, his face bruised and swollen, also saw his sister, but upon noticing the burning warhammer in Griselda's hand, he immediately struggled and shouted from under the restraints of the Hand of Earth:
“You are not worthy to use it! Grisada is a treasure that Father intended to leave to the next Blackrock Chieftain!”

"So, even now, you still think you and Maim are qualified to compete with me for the chieftainship? It seems the Demon Blood has really damaged your already limited brains."

She said sarcastically:

“Look at you, Red, you’re like a stray dog ​​on the street now! A complete scoundrel! Do you even know how your father died?”
Orgrim tricked him into buying time for your escape, and Blackhand, in a moment of rashness, went to challenge the Vigilant and was killed in a corner of the jungle. He could have lived, and I would have done everything I could to spare his life, letting him live out his impoverished, shameful, but peaceful life in the wilderness of Gorgrond.

"It was your war-mongering tribe that destroyed him!"

"Shut up, you coward! Your father did it for honor!"

"Snapped"

Before Red could finish speaking, Griselda slapped him across the face.

The blow was so powerful that a bloodied broken tooth flew out of Red's mouth.

"you!"

Griselda grabbed her brother's chin and roared:
"If you dare mention that bullshit 'honor' in front of me again, I'll rip your tongue out! Are you blind? Can't you see how that stupid idea has ruined us? Our family is destroyed!"

The Blackrock Clan is gone!

Those who follow Orgrim now are a bunch of monsters! Monsters as brainless as you!

Or do you think it's an honor to drink the demon's blood?
You green pig whose mind is filled with destruction and war!
You disgust me.

Red saw his fierce sister grab her warhammer and raise it high, the burning dark hand smashing down towards his head.

He closed his eyes in that instant, lamenting in his heart.

But there was also a strange sense of relief.

He didn't know where he would die, but if the executioner was his sister, at least he could retain a shred of dignity.

However, the imagined relief did not come.

As the rocks of the Earth Hand were smashed, Red was freed.

He landed on the ground, looking at Griselda in surprise, wondering if she had missed or if she had never intended to kill him here.

"What are you looking at? Do you think a sword saint like me would miss?"

The daughter of the Black Hand leaned on her warhammer, looking at her incompetent brother.

Her eyes were filled with pity for their misfortune and anger at their lack of ambition, but after her father's death, Red and Maim were her last remaining family.

Although Griselda is ambitious and her father never took her seriously from a young age, it doesn't mean she will actually become a cold-blooded patricide.

"Now then"

Red didn't know what to do either, and he whispered:
"Are you going to make me your prisoner? Take me back to Draenor and put me on trial? You might as well kill me."

"The courtroom in Shattrath City is for the chieftains who have committed massacres. You, a pitiful little warlord, have no right to stand there."

Griselda said coldly:
"I'm asking you, do you know what Orgrim did to the Blackrock clan?"

"I don't know. During this time, I've been following Warlock's caravan with the Blacktooth Grinning Clan to protect the goblin caravans. They've been supplying us with food and weapons."

Red sensed that his sister seemed to want to say something to him, so he scratched his head and whispered:
"Warlord Varok is a warrior of our Blackrock clan, and he has taken good care of me and Maim."

"He's protecting you two idiots!"

The daughter of the Black Hand sighed, utterly despairing of her brother's "political acumen." She glanced around and said:
"I don't have much time to talk to you, so to make a long story short, I was involved in the entire Battle of Stormwind. I saw the heavy infantry composed of warriors drawn from the Blackrock and Warsong clans, who were commanded by Fenris Wolfskin to storm Stormwind."

But they all died, slaughtered by enraged humans.

I'm telling you, this is Orgrim's purpose!

He is picking out the most fanatical and incorrigible demon blood lunatics from the war tribe and sending them to the front lines in the name of 'honor'. He is using the hands of humans to eliminate those fools who would be too disgusting to even go to hell.

Valorok Saurfang, such a valiant warrior, was sent by Orgrim to guard the supply lines; Eitrigg, a strategist, was stationed in the rear; and not a single rational orc warlord appeared on the front lines. And you, you fool, eagerly threw yourself and Maim into this meat grinder.
You have absolutely no brains!

She poked Red's bald head, which had the same hairstyle as Black Hand, hard with her finger.

She cursed:
"Orgrim has his own plans for the warring Horde. If you and Maim want to survive to the end in this precarious situation, you'd better be smart! Just do what Varok tells you to do, and don't think about anything else."

In the event of war, don't rush in impulsively. Always prioritize your own safety, understand?

You must understand what Orgrim is trying to do; you must follow in the footsteps of that Warchief to avoid being "purged" in the name of "honor."

To be honest, Red Blackhand didn't understand.

The Blackhand Chieftain was perhaps too successful in training his warriors.

However, he sensed some issues from his sister's explanation that he had never thought about before, even if he didn't see them as clearly as Griselda. At that moment, a cold wind blew up behind him, making Red feel a chill run down his spine.

"When you get back, tell Mam what I said. Your second brother is a bit smarter than you."

Griselda whispered:
“I heard some things about the Black Wolf God from the Saint of the Watchers, though only bits and pieces, but I know that Lycanthos has other plans for your future. Do you know what you need to do next?”

"Uh, listen to Valrock?"

Reid said:
"Avoid engaging in direct confrontation with humanity?"

"Hmph, at least you've listened to some of what I said, but it's not enough."

Griselda sighed, looked at her disheveled brother, and whispered:
"You must make sure that you and Maim survive until the path to survival left for you by the Black Wolf God opens. Once that happens, you won't be able to go back to Draenor, and you can forget about going back in this lifetime."

I will not allow it.

If you dare set foot on Draenor, I will personally kill both of you!
But I still hope you can survive, brother.

When I was a child, you were always the ones who stood up for me when I was bullied. Although our father wasn't very nice to us, being beaten up together, doing hard labor together, and growing up together at least taught me what 'home' feels like.

You must remember what I told you both!

Forget all 'glory' and stop pursuing achievements; that's not something exiles should be concerned with.

Let's be pragmatic and first understand the concept of 'survival'.

Fenris Wolf is dead.

I saw his head laid out on King Llane's table. That's the fate of those warmongers, the destiny Orgrim has ordained for them. I don't want to see your head hanging on the gates of Stormwind one day.

Leave Stormwind Kingdom.

Griselda concluded with a warning:

"I will stay here and continue the fight. This place will become a long and drawn-out battlefield, a graveyard for all ragers and destroyers. Get out of here! Get as far away as possible. I heard Orgrim went to the Burning Steppes. If you have the chance, go and join him with Maim."

Don't let me see either of you on the battlefield, understand?

Red nodded. He felt his sister's concern for them despite her anger, which brought a touch of warmth to Red, who had been having a hard time lately, and even made him feel weak and want to shed tears.

But there are still some things he doesn't understand.

he asked:
"Can you tell me what Orgrim is trying to do?"

"How would I know? I'm not Orgrim's mind reader; I'm just his unofficial disciple."

Griselda glared at Red, then she said:

"But if I had to say, I think Orgrim's idea is similar to mine. He wants to give you greenskins who can still be saved a way to survive. I can't think of the specifics of how to do it. I don't have his kind of brain."

In short, just follow him.

Stop dreaming about reclaiming the Blackrock Clan. Even ten of you tied together wouldn't be enough to defeat Orgrim.

Alright, get out of here.

If others see this, it will be hard to explain.

"I also need to consider my reputation within the K'uree Alliance; leave the Blackrock Clan's revival to me." "But Diakum killed our father!"

Red, with his neck stiff, said:
"But you act like his dog."

"Snapped"

Another slap landed on Red's face, this time with even greater force, almost causing Red to fall to the ground.

Griselda stared at him and said coldly:
Call him a 'saint'!
You are still alive thanks to his mercy. Didn't you hear what I just said?
His father had a chance to live; Orgrim spared his life in Mak'gorari, but he went to his death on his own.

He couldn't accept the outcome of failure!

Even if that hadn't happened, he would have been driven to suicide by his own arrogance and pride. It was Saint Diakum who gave him his final dignity.

He died in a one-on-one fight with Mak'gorari, convincing himself that he was dying for the lives of you bastards! What shame is such a death to an orc?

revenge?

How will you take revenge?
"Use your life, like a stray dog ​​on the street? You'd only be happy if you lost your whole family, right?"

"boom"

The Dark Hand warhammer slammed down at Red's feet, and the Daughter of the Dark Hand pointed at him, saying:
"If you still can't let go of these things, then let's have a Magorac battle right here. I'll kill you myself so you don't have to go and die in vain."

No matter what you say, I...

Reid, that reckless fool, actually reached for his battle sword. His demonic blood's rage made it hard for him to accept the fact that his sister was working as an enemy's subordinate.

Before he could even touch the hilt of his sword, a pebble struck his wrist, causing him to glare at the side. Then he saw Varok Saurfang appear there, carrying a half-elf whose fate was unknown.

“Listen to your sister, Red. She is the most qualified successor to the Black Hand Chieftain.”

Valrock said coldly:

“She told you a lot of things you shouldn’t know. If you can’t control your mouth in the future, I don’t mind pulling your tongue out myself.”

After speaking, the warlord looked at Griselda and said:

"You arrived later, so is Brox still alive?"

"If the half-elf with such a delicate identity in your hands dies, then Broxigar is doomed too!"

Griselda stared fearlessly at Valrock and said:

"That's all I can say. Give me Fina!"

"Swish"

The unconscious half-elf was thrown over and caught in Griselda's arms. After a careful examination, she found that Varok had acted with restraint; he looked miserable but was not seriously injured.

“Take good care of my two brothers who have shit for brains, Warlock.”

Chief Mag'han carried Fina and turned to leave without hesitation.

She waved her hand and said:

"Don't worry about what happens after you die. Someone will take your ashes back to your hometown."

She swaggered away, and Warlock didn't give chase, simply watching calmly as Griselda disappeared around the bend in Long Beach.

A few minutes later, he glanced at the wretched Red and said:

“Go back and escort the prisoners to Moonbrook. After that, you and Maim stay here and take over a few farms nearby. Let the farmers continue working, and let the prisoners mine in the mines. The goblins will send people over to help you manage them.”

I'm going to make a request of you!
"Before I find a warlord to take over here, you two must take over at least half of the farms in the western fertile fields."

“But Griselda said to tell me and Mam to get away from here!”

Reid picked up his sword, touched his swollen face from the two slaps his sister had given him, and said:
"I don't think she would harm us."

"Hmph, the Great Chieftain only has elites by his side. You haven't accomplished anything, so why should you go to the Burning Plains to follow him?"

Valrock scoffed:

"Even in the War Tribe, promotion requires merit. There are many ways to leave the front lines, and you don't necessarily have to go to Blackrock Mountain. I think you two are quite suitable for dealing with goblins."

The Black Swamp fortress needs someone to hold it. With your brains, I really don't trust you two to go to your deaths in the Burning Steppes. Just stay here and be logistics officers.

Your sister risked execution by Mag'han to tell you the truth; don't let her down again.

Red, leaning on his sword, limped after Valok.

After learning some things they shouldn't have known, he felt a little "closer" to the stern Varok Saurfang; people who share secrets always have an extra layer of camaraderie.

"how about you?"

So, he mustered his courage and asked:

"Your actions just now also constitute betrayal. Why did you do that?"

"So, Red."

Valrock's fingers traced the surface of his battle axe as he looked at the blockhead with a subtle expression, and said:

Are you 'threatening' me?

"Ah, no, no, I was just curious."

Red shrank back and whispered:
"Is it because your brother is in the hands of the Kurei Alliance? No, wait, I remember you have a son, and Warlord Brox had a daughter, but we haven't seen them since the War Tribes gathered. Hiss!"
You guy!

You betrayed us long ago!

"You entrusted your children to the other side long ago! You didn't even let them drink the demon blood! Ah, you cunning orcs, you're so damn sly! With allies like you, why would my father need any enemies?"

"Oh, I regret it. I should have pulled your tongue out just now!"

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Griselda sent Fina the Golden Sword back to Stormwind.

Seeing the orc covered in wounds from saving his sister, Colonel Daenerys was extremely grateful. She really didn't know how she would explain to Lady Golden Sword and Her Majesty Daenerys if something happened to Fina.

After the half-elf warrior who would become the queen of the human empire took away the golden sword, Gaiara, carrying a plate of roasted wolf chops, walked into Griselda's room with a subtle expression.

The Great Prophet Mag'han closed the door, placed the midnight snack in front of Chief Mag'han, and then looked her up and down at her injuries.

She leaned against the cabinet and said jokingly:
"You specifically sought out a gnoll to fight. Well done, Griselda. You're quite clever. If you're going to put on an act, you have to go all the way."

"Shut up."

Griselda picked up a grilled wolf chop and ate it in big bites.

Stormwind is now littered with the remains of dire wolves. Although this flesh, tainted with fel energy, needs to be purified before it can be eaten and has a strange taste, a city that has survived a great war can no longer afford to be picky.

"You gave me a nice staff, and I thought you were trying to win me over. I never expected you were using this thing to convince me to pretend I didn't see what happened today."

Gaiara stroked the Disintegrating Staff in her hand and said:

"But have you considered that Garrosh isn't as easy to talk to as I am?"

“I left him a good axe; he needs a good axe if he wants to challenge Grom.”

The daughter of the Black Hand ate the strangely flavored roasted meat with a blank expression, and said:

“If he’s still not satisfied, I’ll use a Maggol to persuade him, and even making him the Great Chief of Magghan isn’t out of the question.”

"As for it?"

Gaiara sighed and said:

"Your Blackrock Clan has never been a place where emotions matter. You've been too lenient in dealing with your family. Red and Maim might not appreciate it, and if this gets out, it will tarnish your reputation."

You almost gave up your own ambitions just so that your two older brothers could survive.

Are you two really that close?

"It's because the Blackrock Clan wasn't like this before that I thought I'd start changing things from here."

Griselda whispered:
"They are my last remaining family members, and I cannot stand by and watch them die."

"Hmph, now that's more like a Warchief. It seems you've learned a lot from Orgrim. If you were as ruthless and merciless as Blackhand, I wouldn't dare entrust the future of Mag'har to you."

Gaiara snorted, stepped forward, patted Grisada on the shoulder, and said:

“I will help you persuade Garrosh, and we need to find them quickly, otherwise we won’t be able to explain ourselves to Draenor.”

Lyran told me they landed on the other side of Kalimdor, thousands of miles away, but Lady Aegwynn can send us there. So are you going to stay here and continue fighting?

"Are you coming with me to pick someone up?"

"Go ahead."

The Black Hand's daughter waved her hand and said:
“The Mag'har need a leader to proclaim our righteousness on the battlefield. Saint Diakum wants to unite the two worlds, and we must also do our part. Draenor alone is indeed not enough to deal with the demons.”

(End of this chapter)