Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 333, Section 23: Blackmore's Good Luck - Hard work and effort can't compare to the satisfaction of clinging to someone's coattails! - Bonus Chapter [55]

(Bonus chapter for "Huo Zheng Ting Hao" [5/5])
The battle for Sardin Farm escalated, and as the Mag'har orcs stormed the battlefield, Drak'thul, the warlock chieftain of the Raider Clan, also began to call for reinforcements.

His base, Sentinel Hill, wasn't far from Sardin Farm. Plus, the speed of his demon summoning was enough to keep Durotan and Gaiara's group, who were only bringing their elites, from attacking. This warlock had clearly realized that continuing to fight the Mag'har orcs in the Western Wilderness was very disadvantageous for them. If the humans were to free up their forces after the great battle in Elwynn Forest, the orcs in the Western Wilderness would be wiped out in one fell swoop.

Therefore, whether or not they can capture Guir today will directly determine the ultimate fate of the plundering clans trapped in the western fertile fields.

The warlock, who should have been cunning and cautious, acted recklessly today!
He mobilized almost all of his elite wolf riders, whom he could contact, to Sardin Farm. Just as Brigadier General Windsor had foreseen when he set out, a violent "eye of the storm" had already formed at Sardin Farm.

However, when Brigadier General Windsor led six hundred cavalrymen into the battlefield from the rear, the warlock chieftain, who was gambling on the fate of the nation and going all in, instantly came to his senses. Westspring Fortress had a full six thousand infantrymen!

Once those guys arrive and join the battle, the Raider Clan has no chance of winning in such a field battle.

But if he is determined to take the plunge, there is still hope for a comeback.

He left behind his brutal greenskin infantry to hold off Windsor's cavalry, while he led his elite troops into the farm to risk everything in search of Goil. Once he got his hands on the boy, the situation would change in an instant.

Unfortunately, expecting the warlocks personally trained by Gul'dan to withstand the pressure was pure wishful thinking. After the madness brought on by the demon blood subsided, Drak'thul, realizing that he was about to be "surrounded," decisively adopted the warlocks' "battle tactics."

That bastard opened a demon portal on the battlefield.

He's running away!

But he couldn't escape in the end, because a dwarven cannonball just happened to land near his demon portal, and then... boom!
The explosion caused by the fel energy conflict almost swept up all the orc warlocks near the portal. The scattered fel energy even formed a terrifying "implosion" on the spot. All those caught in the explosion were randomly thrown into some corner of the Twisting Nether. When the terrible explosion subsided, only the warlock chieftain Drak'thul's arm remained on the spot. His scaly fingers were still twitching nervously, but they were then crushed by the charging dwarven steam tank.

The dwarf driving the tank was definitely drunk, and the tank started idly spinning around the Sardinian farm. But that didn't matter, because the elite ranger, the young hero of Redridge Mountains, Kishan, was standing on top of the tank, gripping his steam-powered rapid-fire gun and slaughtering the surrounding greenskins like a madman.

His powerful shouts and the sight of more dwarf tanks crashing into the battlefield quickly reversed the course of the battle.

The warlock chieftain's decision to take a "one-way day trip through the Twisting Nether" has had disastrous consequences!

Especially since he had already issued an order for the wolf riders of the Raider Clan to gather at Sardin Farm when he was in a daze, this is not an RTS game where there is such a thing as "withdrawal". The wolf riders scattered in the Wildlands are all rushing here in droves, as are the human infantry and Mag'har orcs.

Therefore, the battle lasted longer than Diakum had anticipated.

The fighting lasted from dawn until dusk, almost like a large-scale battle or even a regional decisive battle that occurred without warning.

When the Greenskins finally broke out and fled to Moonbrook, the refugee camp at Sardin Farm was almost completely razed to the ground. However, thanks to the War Power of the Highlord, Fortify, the final battle resulted in only a few thousand more casualties on the human side. Even Brigadier General Windsor was protected in the center of the battlefield by Divine Shield.

But things are really bad for the green-skinned ones.

Especially after the fifteen dwarven steam tank units deployed near the Morson Farm joined the battle, even the greenskins, who were very excited, had to abandon a large number of corpses and scatter like birds when faced with the rattling "steel behemoths" equipped with dwarven steam-powered rapid-fire cannons.

This battle completely shattered the wolf rider system of the Raider Clan. Although there were still some infantry in the orc camp at Sentinel Hill, and the warlocks could still summon demons to aid them in battle, with such heavy losses, they certainly could not hold their territory in the Western Fertile Lands.

All that was left for the Greenskins was to retreat to Moon Creek Town and Dagger Ridge.

Lothar's war plan for the western fertile lands was inexplicably half completed!
Of course, this battle also severely damaged the Seventh Army Corps of Xiquan Fortress. Even though no one died, the large number of wounded soldiers was enough to make them unable to launch a sustained suppressive attack in the short term.

They desperately need rest.

"Get treatment done! What are you standing there for?"

Exhausted, Durotan leaned on his battle axe and turned to call out to the shamans behind him:
"The Holy Light protects the wounded from dying, but if you don't replenish their life force soon, they will definitely suffer permanent injuries. Humanity fought very bravely today, and Mag'har will forever remember their courage!"

"Father, I've found my brother."

Gayala's shout came from not far away, making the chieftain turn around. He saw Gayala carrying his youngest son and leading a human girl by the hand as they walked out of the burned-out barn.

The place had been burned by the evil fire set by the orc warlock, but the two little guys were completely unharmed.

Needless to say, this is undoubtedly another "miracle of holy light".

Durotan was a wise chieftain. He looked up at the sky and, although "that man" had not appeared from beginning to end, Chieftain Frostwolf believed that if it weren't for the Vigilantes' secret help, Sardin Farm would definitely not have survived until both sides came to their aid.

Now, the debt of gratitude owed to the vigilant is truly insurmountable.

"Ah, my Guil."

After a day of fierce fighting, Durotan wiped his blood-stained hands before taking his son in his arms.

His battle-ravaged face was now filled with a kind smile, and the orc baby who had been fast asleep opened his strange blue eyes and smiled when he saw his father.

He seemed to recognize the fierce orc as his father, and when Durotan reached out and touched his little face, Guil let out a silly laugh.

“Good, as expected of a child of the Frostwolf Clan. Look at his composure on the battlefield, not crying or making a fuss. He has completely inherited the courage of me and your mother.”

Durotan shamelessly patted himself and his son on the back, then said to Gayala, who was wiping away tears and looking terrified:

"Quickly tell your mother this good news so she won't worry."

"I told you before, I figured my mother would be here soon."

Gayala also participated in the entire battle, and she said:

"It just so happens that today is the full moon celebration for Guil. Why don't we perform the elemental blessing for him tonight on this fertile field? I can act as the officiant. Elder Drek'Thar is stationed in Draenor and cannot come, so he has given me the authority."

And this brave little girl, and her father.

It was because she hid her younger brother in the barn that they escaped that damned Drak'thul's attack; we owe her a huge debt of gratitude.

Gaiara pushed Taresa, whose little face was covered in soot, in front of her father. The four-year-old girl looked at Durotan, the "giant," with some fear.

She couldn't understand the meaning of "Great Chieftain" yet, but she felt that the powerful orc in front of her must be the "King" of the Mag'har orcs, so she tried to kneel down and pay her respects like a commoner would when meeting a king, but Gaia stopped her.

"This isn't common where we're from, kid."

The Frostwolf Daughter took out her handkerchief and gently wiped the dust from Taresha's face. Durotan also spoke to the little girl in his not-so-fluent human language:
“You are a hero of the Frostwolf Clan! My child, you saved my son and prevented the Mag'har warriors and the entire Western Wilderness from falling into an even more passive situation, so whatever you want, we will grant it to you.”

"Uh, I don't want anything."

Taresa thought for a moment and said:

"Can I pass this wish on to the lieutenant? My father said that the lieutenant has great ambitions and talents, but he is held back by his family background. Our whole family are the lieutenant's servants, so my father has always wanted to help him."

“Servants? No, you are no longer servants. How can the benefactors of Guil be servants?”

Durotan snorted and said:
"But is the 'lieutenant' you mentioned that brave human commander? He is indeed very capable. I will find an opportunity to talk to him."

"Then I'm going to find my mother. Goodbye, Your Majesty the Orc King."

Taresa bowed and turned to run away, but as soon as she left, Guil in Durotan's arms started crying and fussing. No matter how the strong chieftain and his silly daughter tried to soothe her, Guil didn't stop crying until Taresa came over with her parents and the lieutenant.

Those blue eyes gazed longingly at their "human sister".

“I understand. This little guy must feel safe staying next to Taresa. Maybe the smell of blood on us scared him.”

Gaiara reluctantly handed her younger brother to Taresa for safekeeping, and said to her father:
"This is troublesome! Our orc cubs are very attached to people. Do we really have to find him a human 'nanny'?"

"Then find someone. Anyway, your mother's personality isn't good at raising children."

Sitting and resting by the battlefield, Durotan waved his hand and took out the fine tobacco and pipe given to him by the dwarves. While relaxing, he said to Gaiara with a sigh:
Do you remember how your mother raised you when you were a child?

"Uh, taking me out to hunt ferocious ice-toothed boars when I was only a few years old? Or throwing me into the snow in the dead of winter, saying it was to train my courage and willpower, but I almost froze to death?"
Or perhaps when I was six, they threw me an axe and made me return to Vol'gol alone from the Ice Valley. If my grandmother hadn't been on her way back to Vol'gol that day and been warned by the elements, I would have been eaten by the Ice Worms!

Gayala covered her eyes, looking as if she wanted to relive the past.

She sighed and said:

"I think the reason why it took me more than ten years to become a shaman is definitely related to my mother's outrageous 'warrior education'!"

You're right, mothers really don't know how to take care of children.

Grandmother had said before that she would personally raise Ghoul, let her younger brother grow up on the Nagrand plains, and cultivate the next generation of shamanic leaders for the Frostwolf Clan and all Mag'har orcs, just like Lord Ner'zhul.

At this point, Gaia blinked, looking at her father and then at her younger brother.

She wiggled her fingers and whispered:
"But if that's the case, who will be the future chieftain of the Frostwolf Clan?"

"Hmph." Durotan exhaled a smoke ring, glancing unhappily at his quick-witted daughter, and said:
“Since your grandmother has already ‘appointed’ it, how could I dare to oppose her opinion?”
But Gayala, I've discussed this with several chieftains before, and we all agree that perhaps by the time you young people grow up to be truly capable of taking on responsibilities, the orcs will no longer have the concept of 'clan'.

The unification of our civilization is an inevitable outcome!
The once fierce and mighty clans of Frostwolf, Shadowmoon, Blackrock, Blood Ring, and Warsong will eventually become symbols, much like the social classes of the Draenei, and will become part of a new civilization.

Therefore, this chieftainship is not actually that important to you.

The seemingly joking "three giants" alliance you, Griselda, and Garrosh secretly formed may be your most important and illustrious identity in the future, my daughter. You may have to work alongside your brother to dedicate yourselves to the unification and true rise of the orcs.

"Whether it's important or not is one thing, what I care more about is whether you're willing to let me be the chief."

Gaiara, with her neck stiff, said:
"This has nothing to do with power!"
You know, all female orcs spend their lives striving for the same glory and status as you men. Grandmothers, mothers, and other powerful female orcs, even Griselda and her Valkyries, all worked towards this goal!
Our efforts will only be worthwhile if I can become the first female chief in history.

The Draenei have had female rulers for a long time. The elves are so powerful, but their most powerful ruler was Queen Azshara. The next Golden King of the Zandalari trolls will also be Princess Talanji.

Even goblins have female trading barons!
Draenor really should learn a thing or two from Azeroth.

"Alright, alright, I won't argue with you. You can be the chief if you want, but we'll talk about it again when I'm old!"

The conservative Durotan was speechless after being rebuked by his daughter, and could only wave his hand in agreement. He then turned to look at Lieutenant Edras Blackmore, who was still limping and being helped over by Mr. Tamis.

The lieutenant had been "killed" once before, but was saved by the Divine Shield spell.

Having just been healed by the Mag'har shaman, he was summoned by Durotan again. Although weak, he was extremely agitated. He tried to bow, but Durotan stopped him with a gesture. The Warchief looked at him and said earnestly:
"The Frostwolf Clan owes you a debt of gratitude, so whatever you desire, I will do everything in my power to help you achieve it!"
But I have a request. Little Taresa protected my son, and my son seems to like this brave little girl very much. Considering that my mother is getting old, she also needs some help to take care of the child.

Therefore, I ask that you release the Fawkeston family, free them from their status as servants, and allow them to return to Draenor with my wife and sons, to settle in the Nagrand plains.

Once the Goel have grown up, they can freely decide whether or not to return to live in Azeroth.

“Of course, Great Chief.”

Suppressing his elation, the lieutenant patted Mr. Tamis on the shoulder and said:

"I am more like a friend to the Foxtons than a servant to them. I am just a fallen nobleman and do not have the financial means to give Taresa a better life. Perhaps this is a good opportunity for them as well."

As for what I want myself

Blackmore hesitated for a moment.

He didn't offer a hypocritical refusal, but rather spoke frankly to Durotan:
"All I want is a chance to make something of myself! Great Chieftain, I want to wash away the shame left by my father with my own hands and fight for a future for myself!"

Durotan stared at the human.

The burning ambition in the lieutenant's eyes could not be hidden from him, but the orcs liked such straightforward and energetic humans; ambition was not a bad thing in orc culture.

Therefore, the chief grinned and said:
"My son will be performing an elemental blessing tonight. I will invite King Llane, Marshal Lothar, and Archbishop Faol to witness the ceremony. Go and prepare yourself, good warrior. I will introduce you to them."

However, I've heard that Marshal Lothar is preparing for some 'major events' concerning human civilization. Perhaps you should carefully choose the monarch you wish to serve.

Blackmore couldn't contain his joy for a moment, but the High Warchief's reminder made his heart skip a beat. He remembered the recent, rampant rumor about the reconstruction of the "Second Arathor Empire."
If this is true, then I really need to think carefully about which side I should stand on in the two camps in the future.

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The elemental blessing of orc newborns is part of their shamanic tradition and is usually performed by the shaman elders of the clan. Although important, the specific process is not complicated and is basically the same as "Hakuna Matata".

The shaman applies elemental oils to the newborn's forehead and calls upon the elements under the moonlight to bless the child.

If you have the talent of Elemental Listening, you can create some really exaggerated "special effects". It is said that when Ner'zhul performed Elemental Blessing, it even attracted the appearance of the four elemental lords of Draenor.

However, Guel's situation was special. In this era of war, this was probably the first time that orcs had performed elemental blessings outside their homeland.

Invited over, Diakum, who was pretending not to have participated in the Battle of the Western Wilderness at all, was complaining to Nelly and the twins, stubbornly believing that it was all arranged by the cunning "blind prophet" Drek'Thar.

"Although the Blessing of the Elements won't directly enhance an orc child's talent, the elemental power of Azeroth is definitely more than ten times that of Draenor. If Gouil completes the Blessing of the Elements here, it will definitely benefit this child endlessly in the future."

The vigilant man solemnly declared to the three women beside him with whom he maintained inappropriate relationships:
"Perhaps Drek'Thar hopes to use this ceremony to 'build momentum' for Guil, after all, this child is destined to play a decisive role in the changes of orc civilization in the future. To exaggerate a bit, he can be considered a 'born saint'."

"An interesting ritual, ancient yet in accordance with the laws of nature, worth observing."

Saloras nodded, then glanced at Archbishop Nelly, who was expressionless but linked arm with Diakum, seemingly "asserting sovereignty."

This savage woman actually has some cunning.

Diakum pretended not to see the almost electric sparks flying between the three ladies. He looked up ahead and saw a campfire already lit in the Mag'har orc camp. Several old shamans were placing ritual stones they had brought from Draenor in front of the flames, but the great victory of the day had led the orcs and human warriors to start a drinking party on the outskirts.

There was also a loud-voiced dwarven tank driver who was drunk, singing a wild ballad to the accompaniment of orc drums and high elf lyre. A short gnome engineer was dancing a comical but amusing dance on an orc table, and draenei girls were dancing with them around the table, their tails swishing beautifully.
It truly is a harmonious and united family in Azeroth, but there are also things that are not so "peaceful."

For example, the camp was surrounded by spears, and the heads of the greenskins killed that day were stuck on them to show off their martial prowess.

This is also part of the transformation of Mag'har customs. These heads will be removed and burned three days later. Because of the rampant psychic power, the orcs will not leave their enemies with corpses that can be awakened. But one can imagine that with so many people dying at Sardin Farm today, this place will definitely be "haunted" in the future.

"Thank you all for gracing my son's elemental blessing ceremony. Please, have a seat."

Wearing the most ancient clan armor, Durotan, as the inviter, naturally had to receive the human guests and seat them in the audience. He also personally served them strong liquor and drank with them. King Llane had been specially teleported from Redridge Mountains, which showed how much he valued the Mag'har orcs as allies.

Losa couldn't hide his joy.

Today's battle has greatly improved the war situation in the western fertile lands. The green-skinned orc overseer and chieftain here are dead. Even if the remaining orcs resist fiercely, it may not be long before this rich granary returns to human hands!

What a joyous occasion!
So, was the orc baby who went missing, was found, and directly triggered today's great war really "born with good luck"?
"This Lieutenant Edlas Blackmore is a truly excellent and upright soldier. He not only saved my son, but without him and that young man leading the exiles in a resolute resistance, Sardin Farm would not have survived until reinforcements arrived from both sides."

It's fair to say that he and Shaw were key figures in today's resounding victory!

In the midst of his drunken revelry, Durotan took the opportunity to introduce the lieutenant to the important figures among humanity.

Ser Uther, who had escorted the princess and prince to the ceremony, also stepped in to "do the right thing," speaking confidently to Lothar and Llane:
"Edras is the most outstanding warrior in the Kingdom of Lordaeron. He has been held back for so many years because of his family background. In my opinion, Edras's ability and merits should at least have made him a colonel."

When we evacuated Lordaeron, Edlas was the most eager warrior to stay on his homeland and die for his king!

But it is precisely because of his outstanding abilities that he was asked to come here to protect the people. Right now, the Stormwind Kingdom desperately needs an excellent commander to conquer Redridge Mountains. I think it would be better to have Lieutenant Blackmore accompany you in this campaign?

"Yes, such valor deserves to be the sword of a king!"

Durotan raised his glass to Lothar and said:

“Today I will act as an introducer and repay this great favor to him. He told me that he does not seek gold or silver treasures, nor does he want high-ranking positions or generous salaries. He only wants an opportunity to make a name for himself with his own hands! He is a promising talent.”

Lothar nodded, looked at Lieutenant Blackmore, and said loudly:

"General Gavinrad is unable to return to the Kingdom for his own reasons, and I am keen to rebuild the Stonewall Brigade to participate in the recapture of Redridge Mountains. Lieutenant, I will not lie to you, the intensity of the war in Redridge Mountains is far more terrifying than in the Western Fertiles. There are at least 100,000 Greenskins entrenched there, and you may very well die there."

Are you willing to take command of that group of new recruits and lead them in the fight against the Greenskins?

"Of course I'm willing, Marshal!"

Blackmore said loudly:

"I am a soldier, I don't know how to speak sweet words, but I will prove my loyalty to you and all the citizens of the Empire with my sword!"

"it is good!"

Lothar and Ryan's eyes lit up.

The word "empire" is well chosen; it seems this lieutenant is quite a character.

However, Sir Uther's eyes dimmed; he knew that the Kingdom of Lordaeron had forever lost a brilliant general.

But this was indeed an opportunity for Edras Blackmore, whose father's stain made it impossible for him to advance in the Kingdom system, and his current allegiance to Lothar was a last resort.

Alas, what a foolish political struggle.

Ps:

This is the end of the bonus chapter. The next bonus chapter will be on the 26th. Currently, there are 137 chapters owed.

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