Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 332, Section 22: Blackmore's Struggle - The Little Man's Desire - Bonus Chapter [45]

(Bonus chapter for "Huo Zheng Ting Hao" [4/5])
"The orcs of the Raider Clan are surrounding the refugee camp at Sardin Farm? Are they crazy? How could they suddenly bypass the conflict zone with the Mag'har orcs and outflank us?"

My latest news from yesterday is that Chieftain Durotan and his wolf riders engaged the Raider Clan in a skirmish at Morson Farm. The Greenskins' movements today are very strange! Are they planning to outflank the Mag'har orc camp and launch a surprise attack?

In the Westspring Fortress, Brigadier General Windsor, who was preparing his troops and waiting for Marshal Lothar to arrive, was frowning as he launched the campaign to reclaim the western fertile fields.

He stood up, looked at the griffin rider before him, and asked loudly:

Who sent this message?

“They are our MI7 agents who have infiltrated near Sentinel Ridge. Their nickname is ‘Little Thumb.’ They have a very high level of secrecy within MI7’s intelligence network and usually only communicate with Ms. Passonia.”

The griffin rider before him immediately replied:

"This time, the situation was urgent, so the other party revealed his identity. He said that he had already sneaked into Sardin Farm and was helping Lieutenant Edras Blackmore there to hold off the orc vanguard, but apart from some rudimentary fortifications and a few dilapidated goblin harvesters, there were no soldiers available to fight."

'Little Thumb' demands that we send troops to assist immediately, because the Greenskins are commanding the attack on Sardin Farms, and Drakthul, the chieftain of the Raider Clan, is the perfect opportunity to launch a surprise attack and assassinate him. If we can execute that cunning warlock chieftain, the difficulty of the war in the Western Wilderness will immediately drop several levels.

Furthermore, 'Little Thumb' also mentioned that there is a noble orc baby in the Sardin Farm!
Based on his description, it's very likely the 'otherworldly benefactor' we've been searching for since yesterday. He's worried that if the child is harmed, it would cause the Stormwind Kingdom unnecessary and significant 'diplomatic losses.'

"Damn it! How did that important brat end up there overnight? Sardin Farm is almost fifty kilometers away from where he disappeared! Are these brown-skinned beastmen born knowing how to fly?"

This is outrageous!

Brigadier General Windsor's head was about to explode.

He looked back at the military map of the Western Fertile Fields hanging on the wall, and combined with the current news, the brigadier general, who had risen through the ranks during the war, immediately realized that Sardin Farm had become the "eye of the storm" in the Western Fertile Fields theater.

Whether he wanted to or not, and whether his "Seventh Legion," which had been formed less than twenty days ago, was ready, he had to launch an immediate attack.

"You take the griffin riders and go to provide support as quickly as possible! Each of you should carry an elite warrior and airdrop them to Sardin Farm to assist in the defense. I will take the riders and set off immediately."

Brigadier General Windsor grabbed his greatsword and helmet and said to the flight commander:

“It will take us at least an hour to get there. The Mag'har orcs aren’t far away, and they should arrive sooner. I know it’s difficult, but you must hold on!”

"As ordered!"

The flight commander immediately rushed out of the fortress command post. When Brigadier General Windsor arrived at the fortress training ground fully armed, a force of three hundred heavily armored knights and an equal number of light cavalry squires were already prepared.

Leading them was a commander from the newly formed Guardians of the Faith, a devout Stormwind paladin who had served in Redridge Mountains, just like Brigadier General Windsor.

"Major Halver Wimbane, commander of the cavalry of the Seventh Army and vanguard of the Faith, salutes you, Brigadier General! Your cavalry units are ready to depart at any time."

The tall paladin, clad in dragonbone armor and carrying the Lion Sword, reported loudly, which pleased Windsor greatly. He patted the man on the shoulder and whispered:

"Well done, you didn't let us Redridge Mountain warriors down! I heard General Gavinrad is back too. Once we've reclaimed the Western Fertiles, let's find a chance to have a drink together."

"Of course, Brigadier General, but let's win this battle first."

Major Wimbane chuckled, then whispered:

"The Seventh Army Corps is composed entirely of veterans from the northern frontier. They are brave enough, but they lack cohesion. If there were a major battle today, there would likely be casualties."

"There is no victory without casualties, Wimbane. We are not afraid of sacrifice; we are only afraid of suffering the shame of defeat again."

Windsor mounted his armored warhorse, donned his helmet, and spurred the horse forward at a slow trot, muttering:

"Let's keep fighting like this. The morning breeze of the western fertile plains, the scorched earth of the Redridge Mountains, and the future wars against demons will eventually forge the Seventh Legion into the 'Imperial Iron Army'!"
I am absolutely certain of this.

"Hmph, today we'll use those green-skinned bastards as a sacrifice to our flag! To announce our arrival to this turbulent era!"

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"puff"

The gushing blood made the attacked green-skinned warrior's eyes widen. The fatal wound of having his throat cut did not immediately defeat him, but instead made him swing his battle axe to his side in a final burst of bloody courage.

Matthias Shaw, unable to dodge in time, avoided the axe blade but not the dire wolf's pounce. The teenage boy was knocked to the ground by the ferocious wolf, who swung his short sword into the wolf's mouth. Meanwhile, the orc riding the dire wolf was beheaded by the roaring Lieutenant Blackmore.

"Go away!"

The valiant lieutenant kicked the struggling dire wolf to the ground and then plunged his longsword into the beast's eye to kill it. He then reached out to Shaw, who was also panting on the ground, and helped him up.

He sized up the human boy who had sneaked into the refugee camp to warn them before the orcish werewolf riders attacked, and said:
"You still have whip marks on your body. Are you a prisoner who escaped from the Greens?"

"My identity is a secret, Lieutenant. Now focus on the fight."

Shaw grinned, looking at the chaos around him, and said in a hoarse voice:
"You've built this camp very well; the two layers of wooden walls are enough to buy us some time. But these militiamen don't dare to confront the Greenskins head-on; they're not enemies that civilians should be dealing with."

The warlock chieftain is almost here; we need to think of something quickly.

"I have no idea how to do it."

Blackmore came from a military family, and he roughly guessed Shaw's identity. He thought to himself that the Stormwind Kingdom's intelligence organization was indeed effective, daring to send such a young boy on an infiltration mission.

But faced with Shaw's reminder, the lieutenant, who had just helped Shaw kill three green-skinned assassins, plopped down on the wolf's corpse and sighed:
"I couldn't find any reinforcements at all. You're the only one who showed up on your own initiative. Of course, I'm not mocking the locals of Stormwind for not being friendly. You've done enough, but..."
I guess you came for that orc baby?

Is he of a very high status?

How could this have attracted the Greenskin Chieftain of the Western Fertile Lands to come here in person? I've looked at the map; shouldn't the Greenskin Chieftain be based in Moonbrook?

Isn't that the Green Soldier's headquarters?

"Your intelligence is wrong. The Greenskins' main base is at Sentinel Ridge. Moonbrook is run by the goblins of the Venture Capital Company. There are no orc chieftains there, only some ruthless mercenaries who obey the goblins' orders."

As Shaw bandaged his arm, he said:

"The goblins have their eyes on the 'Deadmines' loot, and I've heard that Zul'jid has transferred the stolen 'Holy Book' to the Deadmines, where some greenskin warlocks are hiding and causing trouble."

Unfortunately, I couldn't infiltrate their ranks, but I could roughly guess that they were summoning demons and mass-awakening the undead, so the defeat of the Greenskins in the Western Wilderness was just the beginning.

We still have to fight those damn supernatural creatures.

As for the child you found, I don't know his identity, but you said that the fact that the Greenskin Chieftain came in person is enough to show that the child's status is more noble than you and I can imagine.

I don't know much about the customs and culture of Draenor, but I'd guess he's very likely an 'orc prince,' and the kind with a right of succession."

"By the Holy Light."

Lieutenant Blackmore seemed startled, but his mental elation at that moment even overwhelmed his physical exhaustion.

He realized that the vow he had made to the Holy Light might be fulfilled today. He said he only asked for a chance to rise above others, and the Holy Light heard his desire. The merciful Holy Light truly brought this opportunity to him.

Oh, damn it!

It seems I really have to quit drinking, but what's with this bit of reluctance?
The lieutenant pulled out his flask, twisted off the lid with some regret, took a big gulp, and made it his last drink before tossing it to Shaw, gesturing for him to have some too.

"Take a sip of Alterac's barbarian spirit; it will numb the pain and give you more energy."

Fueled by the alcohol, the lieutenant calmed down. He gasped for breath and said:
"But protecting that baby depends on us surviving, and in the current situation, we simply cannot survive. Do you have a solution?"

"No, I'm just an assassin. Assassins can do more than you think."

Shaw didn't drink alcohol; he only washed his wound with strong liquor, which made him grimace in pain. He then tightened the bandage on his arm and said:
"Before I sneaked in, I sent intelligence to Westspring Fortress. Brigadier General Windsor will be here soon. The Maghar orc wolf riders will definitely have noticed the movements in this area, and they will definitely come over as well."

All I can tell you is, hang in there!

"Ah."

The lieutenant stood up and yelled at the timid militiamen behind him, who were clutching weapons and even pitchforks. He pointed to the green-skinned wolf riders gathering not far away and shouted to them:
"Marshal Lothar has received the news, and he is personally leading an army of 30,000 men on his way! The Mag'har orcs are also heading this way. Men of Lordaeron, I know you are afraid, and I am afraid too, but being afraid won't solve anything now!"

Our only chance is to hold this place and hold out until reinforcements arrive!
On the bright side, these greenskins can't be any more difficult to deal with than the demons we've faced before, right? But even demons couldn't break the courage and faith of the people of Lordaeron!

I!
"Lieutenant Edlas Blackmore, I assure you, if we can survive, if we can pull through, I will fight for your chance to migrate to Elwynn Forest."

"Be bold, let's go straight to Stormwind!"

Shaw stood up, took out his badge, and shouted:
"I am King Llane Wrynn's special envoy! Gentlemen, please obey the lieutenant's command and hold out until reinforcements arrive. The King and the Marshal will surely reward your bravery, and everyone in this camp will be able to move to Stormwind after the battle."

He heard a sound from the sky, looked up, and saw griffin riders swooping down from the clouds.

Young Shaw shouted excitedly:

"Look! Marshal Lothar's reinforcements have arrived, and they're on their way."

There were actually very few griffin riders, less than twenty in total. Even if they airdropped their own brave warriors into the farm, it wouldn't be enough to make the warriors here match the green-skinned wolf riders charging from the front.

Not to mention that the damned warlock chieftain was already casting a spell, and the demon guards were charging towards the other side amidst the screams of the imps.

But the griffin riders flying through the air, coupled with the lieutenant's promise, ultimately emboldened the exiles in the northern frontier.

The lieutenant's servant, Tamis Foxton, the scribe, wore an ill-fitting set of leather armor and held a longsword aloft, acting as the "atmosphere team," which finally emboldened the common people, who longed for a better life, to line up with the paladins who had been airdropped to meet the enemy.

"Hold him, my daughter, and hide inside! No matter what noise you hear, don't come out!"

In the barn on the farm, Mrs. Clania tucked the well-fed brown-skinned baby into her daughter Theresa's arms, then led her into the attic of the barn and gave her a dagger.

The strong Lordaeron mother's eyes reddened as she gave these words of advice:
"The lieutenant promised our family that as long as we survived, he would make us rich and live a decent life for the rest of our lives. I know the lieutenant is trying to win people over. He couldn't even get his own title back, but the fact that the lieutenant made such a promise shows that the identity of this Magham baby is really important!"

Daughter, you must be clever!
"If your father and I don't come back, take him with you and run! As long as you two survive, my daughter, you'll never have to worry about anything for the rest of your life."

Kranya kissed her daughter on the forehead, steeled herself and pushed her into the attic, then grabbed a pitchfork and rushed out.

Taresa held the little brown-skinned orc in her arms, tears streaming down her face. She was only four years old and couldn't really understand these complicated things, but she knew that the lieutenant, her parents, and all the uncles and aunts in the camp were now going to risk their lives for this little brown-skinned orc.

"You bad guy."

Tears welled in Teresa's eyes as she looked at the sleeping little orc in her arms. The little guy seemed completely unafraid of the dangers around him; he didn't even cry or fuss, just lying quietly in Teresa's arms.

Shouts of battle erupted outside the barn; Theresa could hear the lieutenant's roar, and some more terrifying howl.

This made the little girl grip the dagger in her hand even tighter.

She knew she couldn't use this weapon to protect herself, and could only pray that the place where she and "Little Brown" were hiding wouldn't be discovered.

Uh, she just gave the baby that nickname, since he's brown.
But what you fear most is what comes to pass.

As the battle outside the barn intensified, to Taresa's horrified gaze, a hellhound that had been lifted into the air by a griffin crashed through the roof of the barn attic and landed right in front of the girl and the baby.

The grotesque creature had no eyes and emitted a disgusting stench.

Its broken tentacles sniffed around, and lured by the scent of flesh and blood, it howled and grinned at Taresa, its mouth full of sharp teeth.

"what!"

The little girl closed her eyes, screaming and wildly swinging the dagger. She felt as if she had hit something, and then she mustered up her courage and opened her eyes, only to see the hellhound turning into ashes.

There was also a very small, majestic golden seraph with luminous wings, hovering in front of her, holding a greatsword of holy feathers the size of a "dinner knife".

That thing is really small!

It was less than the size of an adult's palm, but that didn't stop this little golden angel from being incredibly powerful. It emitted a holy golden light that enveloped them, giving Taresa a warmth from the bottom of her heart.

"Wow, is this the holy light?"

Taresa's eyes widened.

She wasn't yet at the point where she could understand faith, but she decided to interpret the sudden appearance of the little angel as a "miracle."

Holy Light saved her and Little Brown!
Holy light is wonderful!
No wonder adults call upon the name of the Holy Light when they encounter difficulties.

"Thank you, Holy Light. My mother says believers shouldn't be too greedy, but I still want to ask you to help those outside. They are all very good people. If this is not too much trouble for you..."

Taresa held the little orc in her arms and prayed a few words to the golden angel.

At that moment, she felt guilty, like a greedy, naughty child. But the next instant, a gentle voice sounded in her ear, with a hint of a smile, saying:
“I heard you. As you wish, little girl, I will help.”

High in the sky, Diakum, riding the Wings of the Sun, remained hidden above the clouds, having no intention of intervening in the battle below.

The main problem is that his power level is too low. At most, only that orc warlock is a legend on the entire battlefield; the rest are just ordinary people. It would be a bit too outrageous for him to rush in and kill indiscriminately under such circumstances.

But Dick did help.

"I designate Sardin Farm as the temporary sanctuary of the Lightforged Chapter! I command the Holy Light to defend this place!"

With a command from the Holy Lord, a gentle holy light descended from the sky, enveloping the entire Sardin Farm in a shimmering offering of mysterious geometric patterns. Warm holy light surged from beneath the ground, covering every inch of the earth.

Lieutenant Edras Blackmore, besieged by three orcs and a demon, witnessed his veteran being cut down by the orcs. However, he did not die under the protection of the Holy Light. Instead, a golden shield protected him, keeping death at bay.

This scene silenced the entire battlefield. Then, more Divine Shields were cast, and the greenskins tried their best to kill, but they could not shake the dying ones protected by the Divine Shields.

Soon, the common people realized that the holy light they believed in had truly manifested itself there!

Realizing they would not die today, even the most timid people mustered their courage.

They rushed out of their hiding place, wielding wooden sticks, chairs, and even kitchen knives to hack at the savage barbarians. They were not afraid of pain as long as they could make these invaders feel pain and vent their grief over the loss of their homeland in this way.

that's enough.

The Holy Light has brought hope to the exiles! This is the most precious thing that faith can give.

Diakum believes that his "intervention" today has done enough to avoid further provoking fate, which is "self-correcting."

That stubborn and pathetic thing did everything in its power to bring Thrall (Guiel) to Edras Blackmore's side, futilely trying to reenact Thrall's tragic yet glorious fate and attempting to reshape "World Thrall" once again.

But it can't do it!

Diakum had never been so aware of the “weakness” of fate after it had been reversed; the current of fate he had created was sweeping across the world, and the tributaries extending from its main trunk were thus becoming so magnificent.

The watcher looked out and saw the Seventh Legion, led by Windsor, sweeping across the western fertile plains from the defenses of Jason Farm, heading towards the war at Sardin Farm. Meanwhile, the banners of the Mag'har wolf riders, led by Durotan and Gayala, were rapidly approaching.

The infant Guil, less than a month old, would not understand how he had stirred up a major battle in the Western Wilderness and caught the big fish "Drax'thul," but the fact is that because of this little brat's "fantastic adventure," the Western Wilderness battle, which Lothar planned to complete in at least ten days, may have to be brought forward.

But this is not a bad thing.

"So, does this mean I've changed Edras Blackmore's fate?"

Diakum looked embarrassed.

By the standards of the Holy Light, Blackmore in the official history was a true villain, but in this timeline, he probably wouldn't have had the chance to cause trouble.

Even bad people have a life.

Therefore, let's assume this is a minor victory for Dick in his long battle against fate.

(End of this chapter)