Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 318. 8. Holy! The merciful god Anzu guides the harpies toward civilization!

Stormwind's major counterattack against the Greenskins began in the early hours of a quiet morning.

With excellent secrecy, Llane and Lothar personally led their fully prepared army out of Goldshire.

This army was a diverse mix, including not only the Stormwind Legion, but also Dalaran mages, high elf rangers, Kul Tiran marines and artillerymen, and even dwarven musketeers.

To be honest, if the terrain of Elwynn Forest wasn't unsuitable for steam tanks to clear roads, the dwarves probably would have brought this thing up here.

They did indeed load some steam tanks onto Kul Tiras's troop transports as ballast, but that fleet wouldn't arrive in Stormwind for several days. While it certainly wouldn't be in time for the Elwynn Forest counter-offensive, on the bright side, the flat plains of the western wilderness were about to witness a tank battle.

Wow, just thinking about it is exciting.

In addition to these mortal troops, the Lightforged Chapter also sent an elite force to assist in the battle. Marad and Yrel led the Lightforged War Machines and Zealots. Of course, the Lightforged would not participate in the war between humans and orcskins; they were fighting the demons.

Once the greenskin warlocks summon a large number of demons, the Lightforged will be able to unleash their full power in this mortal war.

After the death of General Fenris Wolfline in Stormwind, Zul'jid, who took over command, knew he lacked the talent for leadership, so he delegated command to the high-ranking overseers. During this time, they launched continuous attacks on Goldshire, but due to the lack of unified command, the attacks were all thwarted by the humans.

Furthermore, the seeds of the World Tree Tayara fell to the ground, plunging Elwynn Forest into a dangerous "activation period." The rampaging plants left the Greenskins in a sorry state, reminding them of their previous predicament in Tanaan Jungle.

The revitalized forest harbors hostility towards the greenskins, but the plants do not actively attack the native gnolls and kobolds. Therefore, Hogger's gnoll warband has acted as the vanguard of the war. They had a great time fighting recently, and the humans who used to bully them were now firmly suppressed by the powerful hunter packs at the Goldshire line and could not break through. The gnolls were having a great time.

They felt that the entire Elwynn Forest was their territory, and they lived happily every day. Then, their joy turned to sorrow.

Caught off guard by the overwhelming human army that swarmed out at dawn, the jackals suffered a complete rout.

They tried to summon the Black Wolf God's hunting pack for help, but the Black Wolf's howl had barely echoed through the dawn forest when a large group of local gray wolves, led by a pack of gray-maned werewolves, charged out towards them.

To be honest, without the Greenskins leading the way, the Gnolls' fighting ability is indeed quite poor.

They could bully humans with their numerical advantage, but when faced with real werewolves, the gnolls were like being oppressed by higher beings and unable to mount an effective counterattack. In just over ten minutes, the gnolls' morale collapsed, and they began to retreat toward Azura's Tower where the greenskins were located.

Bolvar led his pack of wolves on a rampage to Hogger's "camp," which was actually just a makeshift camp.

Hogger, the leader of the Black Wolf Gods, was quite courageous. Instead of fleeing, he and his "guards" charged at the Bloodfang wolves, intending to fight them. However, in a single exchange, he was blinded by Bolvar's "Eyeball Axe."

The brutal Bloodfang Wolf used the two-handed axe as a throwing axe and was almost instantly killed by Hogg, the leader.

However, the Black Wolf God was very helpful. Realizing that Hogg was far from being able to fight Bolvar, a "chosen one of the White Wolf Gods," he immediately summoned a pack of ghost wolves to attack the battlefield and take the half-crippled Hogg and his elite gnolls away from the battlefield.

Lekanthos understood perfectly well that, given the current state of the humans, today's battle was aimed at Zul'hild's head!

The Greenskins in Elwynn Forest are likely to collapse.

It decisively abandoned its plan for large-scale support and instead issued an order to its wolf spirit priests still in Sunlight Forest, instructing them to immediately retreat to the Burning Steppes and rendezvous with Orgrim Doomhammer.

That good-for-nothing Goldrinn actually returned his hunting pack to the humans. Now that the two sides have joined forces, the situation in Stormwind Kingdom will be completely turned upside down in a short time. Of course, the humans won't be able to conquer Redridge Mountains, which has now been turned into a base by the War Horde, so it means they will have to waste some time here with the Blood Orcs.

Ah, that means my real "hunting" can begin.

"Orgrim, wake up!"

Lekanth's voice echoed in the Blackrock Spire's chieftain's hall, startling Alterac Valley, who was resting, and he looked up. Then he heard the Black Wolf God whisper to him:
"Humanity has fought back in Elwynn Forest. Lothar and Llane have united the forces of the North. The unity Medivh desired has been achieved! Our oath to him is complete. Now it's time to enter the 'second phase' of your plan."

“Excellent! The War Tribe is no longer bound. We can finally leave Blackrock Mountain and head towards the North Frontier! Medivh wanted unity, and the initial goal has been achieved. I will now give him an even grander unity.”

Orgrim's eyes lit up.

He abruptly stood up, grabbed his Hammer of Destruction, and said to the Black Wolf God:

"Please send a message to Eitrigg, asking him to hold out in Redridge Mountains for a few more days, at least until we execute the great demon who corrupted the orcs with demonic blood. After that, we can follow you to your final battlefield with Goldrinn."

"very good."

The Black Wolf God felt an impatient longing, but then it asked:
"After Eitrigg leaves, those berserk demonblood orcs will be completely without a leader. Aren't you going to leave them a way out? After all, they are your own people."

"A way out? Isn't their way out right in front of them?"

Orgrim said indifferently:

“My brother Durotan has come to Azeroth, and he will ultimately decide the fate of the Felblood Orcs. As for me... I gave those guys a chance. They chose war and conquest, and they must learn to bear the consequences.”

Having said this, the Warchief summoned his loyal Kor'kron chieftain, the mighty Mal'korok, who strode over and heard Orgrim say to him:

"Invite His Majesty Thaurissan to Blackrock Spire and tell him that the War Horde is ready! We are ready to wage war at any time. If he wants to conquer his Bronzebeard brothers, then open the road to the Dwarven Kingdom for us."

Of course, all the supplies and military equipment needed for this conquest were paid for by the Dark Iron dwarves!

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"The Death Knights have appeared! Ash Knights, follow me to meet the enemy!"

Grand Duke Alexandros Mograine wielded his blood-stained greatsword, roaring as he stirred up holy light and pulled on the reins, sending the Ash Knights charging towards the horde of Death Knights lurking in the eerie winds ahead.

At this time, the human vanguard had already stormed into the orc camp near the Tower of Azura. As the core of the Greenskins' war in Elwynn Forest, this tower, which had been dragged into a dream, was home to the Greenskins' brutal elite forces.

The area around the East Valley logging camp, in particular, has been transformed into a fortress by the Green Guards.

More than 70,000 greens are roaming around here. It would be extremely difficult to defeat them in one battle, but since humanity has already staked its strength, it is impossible for them to stop halfway.

As the forces of holy light and death clashed at the center of the battlefield, the fallen warriors across the battlefield were summoned by necromancy. The servants of death were tasked with holding off the human vanguard and buying time for the orcs to regroup. They even used bone dragons to block off the airspace.

Unfortunately, this time humanity has also "climbed" the technological ladder.

They have an air force now!
"Children of the Wildhammer! Follow me! Let's show those pathetic greens whose sky this is!"

Kudran Wildhammer rode his war gryphon, wielding two hammers as he bravely faced the ferocious, chilling bone dragon. The two hammers were wrapped in blinding lightning on the dwarven battlefield, suggesting that Kudran might not only be a powerful air cavalryman but also a shaman.

As the dwarves' most famous Stormhammer roared like a cannonball, shattering the bone dragon's body, the dark winds swept across the scorching battlefield at the same time. The Midnight Raven God cackled wildly, and with it came all the raptors and birds of the vicinity.

They emitted piercing screams that swept across the sky, shoving the rising dragon-roaring orcs back to the ground in disarray.

This is not over yet.

An orc warlord furiously hacked down the human warrior in front of him, and when he turned around, he saw sparks appearing in the sky above the Eastvale Lumber Camp fortress.

Dragon Eagle!

The high elves' dragonhawks flanked the orc fortress and began breathing fire at it, while their guards were none other than the dreaded harpies.

Even the Greenskins know that the harpies of Azeroth are true beasts, and even the gnolls look down on them, but the harpies that appeared in the Dawn Attack today are completely different.

They even wore rough light armor to cover their always-exposed, lewd bodies, and under the command of several harpy matriarchs, they continuously dropped dwarven explosives from the air to the ground in a chaotic but barely discernible formation.

Although the accuracy was ridiculously poor, what can you do when the harpy can fly?

The orcs on the ground, dazed and confused from the explosion, could only jump up and down cursing.

"These green-skinned pigs are so strong and healthy! They're truly top-quality 'breeding pigs'!"

The harpy matriarch, adorned with a gaudy crest of feathers, looked at the wounded green-skinned warriors on the ground with a lewd desire in her eyes, and cautiously approached her "new master."

This guy first performed a less-than-standard "crow-man greeting" in the air, then awkwardly and obsequiously addressed Princess Lacey, who was surveying the battlefield high above and issuing orders:

“Your Highness, in the great name of you and the Claw King, I have conquered all the nearby harpy tribes, and they are now willing to serve your majesty. But we harpies have our own national conditions; we have no men, so reproduction requires the participation of men from other tribes.”

You forbid us from capturing humans, dwarves, and gnomes, fine, but green-skinned orcs are invaders! They are the kind of creatures that everyone should kill. You don't need to worry about their human rights, do you?
Please, have mercy! The women have been holding back for so long, if they don't get some release, things might get out of hand.

"what?"

Compared to the harpies, Princess Lacey, who was as gorgeous as a "sun princess," looked at the harpy matriarch next to her with a look of disgust. She had a great appetite and didn't discriminate between meat and vegetables.

For a while now, you've been constantly harassing the Sun Sage and Claw Guardians beside me, and even secretly messing around with the Ravenclaw Priests. Now, why are you even going after those filthy green-skinned creatures?!
What strange things did Avina add to your bodies when she created you?

Are you that thirsty?

Princess Anzu, who had been strictly educating the harpies and trying to bring them civilization, was about to refuse this disgraceful act of "abducting people for breeding." However, a sage of the sun coughed twice and whispered a few words to the princess.

A moment later, the majestic princess touched her phoenix-like feathers and said sternly:

"It's not impossible, after all, it concerns your reproduction, and God Ansu is willing to turn a blind eye. But only those harpy clans that keep their nests clean, learn to defecate in designated places, and strictly adhere to regular bathing will receive greenskin prisoners of war as a 'reward'."

Furthermore, starting from this breeding season, each of your clans must send an elder specifically responsible for incubating the eggs and educating the chicks!
Anzu is watching you!

You have intelligence, so you should use it wisely, instead of being content to be a bunch of filthy beasts, disgracing our noble 'Winged Race' in the outside world. Do you understand?

"Oh, okay, that's too harsh, but if mating and reproduction are allowed, then we should be able to comply."

The Harpy matriarch looked annoyed, thinking that the Arakkoa princess just liked to meddle in other people's business.

It used to be so easy for everyone to build bird nests together using dung. Now we have to collect wood and feathers from all over the place to build bird nests of strict specifications. Every move we make is supervised by the Crow Claw Priest. It's so annoying.

But there was nothing they could do; the harpies were simply too weak.
They don't even have their own god.
"Go ahead, you can distribute the prisoners of war you capture as you see fit. I will not participate in such despicable distribution activities."

Princess Lacey waved her hand, and the harpy matriarch immediately became excited.

She flapped her clean, beautiful, pure white wings and flew into the air, shouting to the harpies around her who were slacking off and dropping bombs:

"Sisters! Let's go, let's grab the men! Those strong green sardines! Whoever catches them gets to play first!"

"Ouch!"

The harpies, who had been listless, suddenly became excited.

Driven by their reproductive instincts, these creatures not only flew faster but also dropped bombs with greater accuracy, blasting the green-skinned creatures on the ground into disarray. Then, to the horrified gaze of the demon-blooded beastmen, a large swarm of hungry harpies with gleaming eyes swooped down, grabbing the wounded with their bird-claw-like legs and lifting them into the air.

It's just like a bird of prey hunting.

Don't underestimate the harpies' small size. Aviana gave them excellent physical attributes when she created them. A single harpy could easily take on a greenskin, let alone with the "Mating Frenzy" fueling their growth.

The harpy matriarch went even further, using her innate elemental affinity to create a sandstorm. After careful selection, she chose two of the strongest and most injured green-skinned overlords, grabbing them one by one and flying them away.

Oh my, I'm going to be so sexually happy for a while after that!
As for how long the Harpies' exaggerated mating frequency could sustain the Greenskins, that was not a question the Harpy matriarch, with her insatiable appetite, should be concerned with.

Anyway, there are plenty of green-skinned animals; we can just catch them again once they're ruined.

Princess Lacey led her harpy flying troops in a successful raid on the eastern lumber camp. By the time the fires were lit there, the battlefield around Azura's Tower had reached a fever pitch.

Wielding the Emperor's Sword, Lothar led the Ash Knights in a furious rampage, tearing through the outer defenses of the Tower of Azura. As the signal flare soared into the sky, several raptor druids, who had swept across the battlefield in the form of fear ravens, quickly followed. Under the command of Hissali Black Raven, they landed and began to link to the dream world.

The green dragons, corrupted and unable to enter the dream realm, are not hindered by the druids, who are all self-taught. This sealed dream realm is no challenge for them.

"I'm here to help too!"

With lightning-studded horns, Merlinsera descended from the sky, first flapping her wings to summon a storm of lightning to clear away the surrounding greenskins and gnolls, then transforming into human form and stepping forward.

She is a green dragon, but the dream powers bestowed upon her by the Star Soul Lord cannot be stripped away by the dragon soul.

Under the druids' astonished gaze, the Green Dragon Princess seamlessly merged into their ritual, casually opening her arms to invoke the blessing of the Lord of Azeroth. The moment the green dream mist rose, as Mylinsera, worried about her mother, tore open her hands, a crack appeared in the sealed dreamscape before her.

This maneuver of tearing apart the dream left everyone around him dumbfounded.

"You have the body of a dragon, yet your power is so primal and savage. Who exactly are you?"

Hissali Black Raven asked warily, but Mylinsera ignored her, turned around and whistled. Her four sisters immediately fell from the sky. The first group attack of the "Five-Colored Dragon Squad" could not be a failure.

Onyxia was the first to rush in, followed by a deep dragon roar.

"The path to the dream realm has been opened! Warriors who yearn for the glory of the guardians, charge with me!"

Lothar roared without dismounting. Since the dream rift that Mylinsera had torn open was big enough, he grabbed the reins and charged straight in, followed by a group of holy light warriors from the Ash Knights, howling and yearning to purify evil.

Meanwhile, the spellcasters who had signed up for the "Supreme Sorcerer Battle" quickly assembled. This "instance" was specially prepared for them, and it was too late to leave the group now. They could only split into different factions and enter quickly.

However, the last group to enter was actually a group of orcs!
"Huh? You're also vying for the power of the Guardians of Tirisfal?"

Hisari Black Rookie was dumbfounded. She stared at Garrosh and his companions, who were carrying the Doom Axe and a "Solar Axe" on their backs. She exclaimed in surprise:

"Aren't you the sons of Draenor?"

"This is the tower of the Shadow Council; it is Mag'har's duty to kill them all!"

Garrosh spoke loudly, then pointed helplessly to the Margok leader who was being escorted behind him, and sighed:
"That guy wants to seize the power. He says we are all children of Draenor and it is our responsibility to help him spread Draenor's fame in Azeroth. What he says makes so much sense that I can't argue with him at all."

We're participating today as part of the 'Goriya Chapter,' and of course, I'd be happy to personally kill Zul'jid.

"Enough talk, let's go!"

Griselda punched the dawdling Garrosh in the back, grabbed the Dark Hand, and charged in, followed by two Blademasters and the warlock Yorin Deadeye. Gaiara had gone back to take care of her brother and wasn't there, but that didn't matter; they could still form the Mag'har Five.

Margok's "team" today is indeed impressive.

This guy not only had one-eyed demon guards, but also a group of local Azerothian spellcasters, and even some human warlocks licking the anus of the demon overlord.

Sigh, it's good to be rich and powerful; there are plenty of traitors and collaborators.

But it's not the most extravagant.

The most extravagant "dungeon raiding team" comes from Quel'Thalas. The high elves have chosen their prince as their chosen guardian of Tirisfal. Kael'thas is accompanied by at least six legendary elven archmages, a team of rangers, and an archmage from Dalaran, making it a truly turret-like mage lineup.

As for why the spellcasters of Dalaran would help the high elves...
Of course, Kael'thas is now one of the six members of the Kirin Tor Council. His possession of the Guardian's Staff is tantamount to a strong claim that it has returned to Dalaran's hands. Most importantly, if Kael'thas is not chosen, Dalaran really has no one to contend with Margok.

Although the ogre leader came from a small world, his talent, strength, vision, and mind were all top-notch, and Dalaran, which had just suffered a great calamity, was indeed difficult to contend with.

"Thank you for your hard work, everyone."

Surrounded by a crowd, Kael'thas politely thanked the druids who were maintaining the rift, then stepped into the rift carrying a Grand Magus's Torrent Staff, with Khadgar and Rhonin following behind.

At this moment, Rhonin finally couldn't help but complain to Khadgar:

"You're just trying to take advantage of me. This lineup doesn't even need me to make a difference."

"Don't be silly, if they say you have a responsibility, then you do!"

Khadgar looked up at the ravens soaring above the battlefield and whispered:
"You must perform well, understand? In the eyes of some important people, strength is meaningless. Only morality, character, and willpower are the basis for determining whether you are a 'suitable person'."

Trust me!

This is the most important test of your life, and I believe you can meet the standards the world needs.

(End of this chapter)