Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 334, Section 24. Ah, Guil, my prince, may glory be yours.

After the moon rose tonight, the elemental blessing ceremony of Guel began with the intense war dance of the orc shamans, which had a distinct clan style.

Today, not only human commanders were invited, but also officers from the Lightforged Chapter. In addition to the Eredar, the Tauren of the Sunwalker Clan also came to join in the fun.

Diakum treated this as a performance of "orc intangible cultural heritage." When they saw Gaiara also appear wearing a set of wolf-skin armor and a distinctive white wolf helmet, Yrel and the young orcs cheered.

So cool, sister!
The two black wolf heads on your shoulders are so cool, but won't that offend the black wolf god Lycanthos?
After all, openly wearing armor made from the wolf skin of someone else's bloodline feels somewhat provocative.

The orcs cheered and shouted, everyone was very happy. After experiencing the "Demonic Blood Corruption", the orcs cherished this ancient tradition. The only pity was that Garrosh was still in the recovery period after Lightforged and stayed in Northshire Abbey to adapt to his new power, so he couldn't come over.

But it doesn't matter, Yorin Deadeye is holding a Philosopher's Stone to record this scene, and he'll take it back to Garrosh to show him.

While it's hard to say about Garrosh's romantic relationships in this timeline, it's certain that he doesn't have many choices at the moment. It's either Gaiara or Griselda, but the latter only cares about the power inherited from the Blackhand family. So for Garrosh, becoming Ghoul's "brother-in-law" might be the best ending.

As for Agna in official history.
He's just a regular friend of Garrosh now, and he's studying shamanic magic under Gaiaan in Nagrand, where he's said to be very much liked and valued by Gaiaan.

"The shamanic traditions of the orcs are slightly different from those of us tauren, but they are largely the same."

The Sunwalker Tauren gathered to discuss the ritual, and their chieftain, the Great Black Bull Dezko, explained it to his two orcish swordsman friends beside him:

"You orcs revere wolves, but we Bloodhoof Tauren worship the Kodo, the strongest child of Mother Earth. The Highmountain Clan's Horned Bull worships Stormwing Onhara. It is said that our ancestors, the Minotaur, worshipped the primordial fire, and there was once a belief in a god of fire."

"Animism, we orcs also went through that period, but later everyone started to believe in the elements."

Lantresor, carrying his battle banner and leaning on his sword, watched the traditional war dance before him and joked with the tauren:

"And you even believe in holy light. I think you're a bit too pragmatic; you believe in whatever's powerful."

"Lantresor, this concerns someone's beliefs, don't comment so casually."

Samuro looked somewhat serious, afraid that his friend might say something wrong, but Dezko waved his hand, indicating that it didn't matter, after all, that's just how minotaurs are.

The large black bull, dressed in a set of standard armor of the Holy Light Legion, touched the holy book at its waist and said in a serious tone:
"The Vigilant teaches us that true faith is never afraid of slander and debate, and only narrow faith will remain stagnant. But speaking of which, aren't you two planning to spread the way of the swordsman in Azeroth?"
Why hasn't anything happened yet?

"That's his idea. After the demon invasion is over, I will return to Draenor to oversee the reconstruction of the Holy Land of Vahalor."

Samuro shook his head and said:

"It's understandable that Lantresor wants to establish his clan in Azeroth; Draenor is a 'sad place' for him."

"fart!"

The orc swordsman stretched his shoulders unhappily and said:

"I'm just saying that Azeroth is a vast and promising place, but that doesn't mean I'm abandoning my 'Righteous Blade' clan's claims in Draenor!"

Now that the Dark Portal has been erected, the connection between the two worlds will not be suddenly severed. My clan will develop in both worlds simultaneously. One day, I will challenge you and use my blade to declare the decline of the Fireblade Clan.

Vaharo can also become a sacred site for the Righteous Blade clan.

"You lot, shut up! The ceremony is about to begin."

Griselda turned around and scolded:
"The Mag'har orcs must respect tradition, don't you understand? You are all clan chieftains, you should set a good example!"

"whispering sound."

Lantresor didn't have a good impression of this female orc who was obsessed with power, but he and his companions did keep quiet and look towards the campfire. At this moment, Gaiara, who had just completed the Blessed War Dance, took her younger brother from her mother's arms.

She lifted Guir with both hands, and as the elements were summoned, strange phenomena arose.

The flames of the campfire flickered in strange shapes, while the three ritual stones gathered the elemental illusions of wind, earth, and water, representing that the elements were watching over this place.

"The Frostwolf Clan humbly beseeches the elements of this world: Bless this child! Prove his future with the power of the elements."

As Galaya called out in Orcish, a sudden gust of wind arose, the flames of the campfire flared up, the earth began to tremble, and the river in the distance began to roar.

This strange phenomenon amazed the humans and elven mages present, while the dwarven drunkards, who also had shamanic traditions, exclaimed that the elements had manifested.

"Something's wrong!"

Beside Diakum, the Draenei elemental master Noboundon frowned and whispered to the Watcher:

"The elements are converging far too quickly; I can sense an immense force approaching."

"It doesn't matter."

Dick waved his hand and said:
"The elemental domains of Azeroth are still secure. Although the Star Soul has indicated that He will attempt to release the ancient elemental domains that have been imprisoned for tens of thousands of years, the process will not be quick. At least there will be no danger tonight."

As soon as the words were spoken, the lightest of the four elements, the wind element, responded first.

Amidst the gasps of the crowd, rumbling thunder rumbled across the western plains. In the howling wind, a colossal elemental phantom appeared before the mortals' eyes: a powerful wind elemental giant, wielding a thunderous battle blade and adorned with a peculiar crown and shoulder armor, looking majestic and awe-inspiring.

"Oh my God!"

Kurdran Wildhammer roared:

"It's Al'Akir the Wind Rider! The master of the world's storms, the High Lord of the Wind Elements, has personally come forward to bless that orc baby."

"No, what's wrong with your eyes? Have you been drinking too much? Look by the river, there's an elemental lord there too!"

A Magh'han shaman echoed the call.

Amidst the swirling, turbulent waves of the river, a giant phantom sculpted by the flowing water also appears, wielding a raging trident. Its most human-like face is filled with curiosity and amazement, seemingly astonished by the elemental talent of this orc infant.

The orcs believe that shamans are the "fifth element," and this theory is correct. Therefore, those shamans with exceptional talent always receive an excessive amount of favor from the elements.

After the illusion of Tidehunter Neptulon also appeared, the earth and stone were piled up amidst the great earthquake, and the Stone Mother Therazane also appeared to bless.

Finally, under the subtle gaze of Prince Kael'thas, who had come to witness the ceremony, the flames in the campfire swelled and exploded, revealing Ragnaros, the most ferocious and powerful Firelord, within the fire.

The sight of the four elemental lords appearing together left the spectators bewildered, and even Gaiara, who was presiding over the ceremony, was somewhat taken aback.

She had always known that her brother was a genius shaman, but only now did she have a clear understanding of just how strong Gül's talent truly was.

How could they possibly disturb the Four Elements Lords during a blessing ceremony?
Little brother, what exactly is your "Innate Elemental Holy Body"?

"Such amazing elemental blessing, it seems that even without my intervention today, Drakthul would have to get past the elemental barrier first if he wanted to harm Guil."

Diakum remarked:
"This little guy is protected by the elements; they regard him as their friend and future shaman leader. It's quite an exaggeration. The shamanic path in Draenor and Azeroth is about to rise again, and the oldest power will surely reach even greater heights under Gouyl's leadership."

"Head of Margok doesn't look too good."

Nari whispered:
"That ogre is obsessed with rebuilding the Goria Empire, he might just resort to dirty tricks."

“It wouldn’t dare. Margok is a smart man. It wouldn’t risk offending the four elements and the will of Draenor to harm a future leader who could become an ally.”

The vigilant shook his head and said:

"As for whether the Goria Empire can rise, I think Margok may not care as much as it appears on the surface. This guy is essentially a selfish fellow, and between the rise of the empire and personal strength, he will not hesitate to choose the latter."

Furthermore, the lazy and brutal nature of cannibals makes it difficult for them to maintain a long-lasting unified regime.

Margok couldn't possibly be unaware of this, so 'rebuilding the empire' was more of a slogan for him to unite the ogres. By the way, I heard from Archbishop Akama, who came this time, that strange things have been happening in the depths of the Zangarmarsh?

"Yes, an island is rising from the sea."

Nari said:
"It is said that the roots of the World Tree Tayara penetrated the core of the star, causing changes in the Earth's crust, which brought the continent that sank into the Zangar Sea in ancient times back to the light of day."

We organized a group of shamans to investigate, and concluded that the continent was probably no smaller than the current Draenor, but it was full of Sporelings, Ancient Abyss Walkers, and dangerous mud swamps.

That was a truly pristine continent, just as difficult to explore as Franron. Apart from the thick-skinned ogres and forest spirits, that place hardly welcomed any other life forms.

I estimate that once Margok has 'completed his studies and returned home,' he will make his move on that new continent. He can rebuild his ogre empire in that unclaimed land, and other races will welcome this move with open arms, since the ogres are indeed too aggressive.

But are the elemental lords of Azeroth really that gentle?

Are they just going to show up without saying or doing anything?

“It’s not that they don’t want to, Archbishop, it’s that they can’t.”

Orestes explained:
"The elemental territories are still sealed off, and these elemental lords can only appear in the material world as elemental projections. Even so, the relationship between the four is very tense, and I can see their grudges with my own eyes."

They all blessed Ghoul, signifying that in the future, in addition to leading the orcs, Ghoul would also coordinate the power among the elements in Azeroth.

He was destined to travel between two worlds; it was the child's innate mission.

After the elemental lords appeared here to perform their blessings, they disappeared again. Perhaps they cursed each other with "elemental profanities" when they appeared, but that was obviously not something mortals could hear.

When the blessing ceremony ended and the illusions brought by the four elements dissipated, Gaiara, covered in cold sweat, shakily returned her younger brother to her mother. She had been under immense pressure and desperately needed a rest.

But Ms. Delaca would be beaming with pride.

She knew that her daughter and son were both promising, especially little Guil, who was so impressive at such a young age. It was only because the orcs didn't have a king that her son would definitely become the true "King of the Orcs" in the future!
The only regret is that her mother-in-law doesn't allow her to take care of the child.

Gaiaan's mother wanted Gul to grow up in Garadar as a traditional shaman, which displeased Draka. The orc heroine preferred that Gul stay in her homeland of Frostfire Ridge and enjoy a "fun childhood."

Chief Durotan stated that he had absolutely no desire to get involved in this damned "mother-in-law and daughter-in-law conflict"! That kind of thing is a problem that is difficult to solve even in the entire universe, and it is not something that a henpecked chief should be concerned with.

Aside from that, the blessing ceremony tonight was a great success. The presence of the Four Elemental Lords made the organizers proud and provided plenty of entertainment for the attendees. The subsequent barbecue, which had a distinctly orcish style, was a delight for both the hosts and guests.

In this turbulent era, everyone does need some relaxation and leisure, and the party went on until late at night before finally ending.

Lieutenant Edras Blackmore, who had sworn an oath to the Holy Light to abstain from alcohol, resisted his urge to drink and did not break his vow. After the ceremony, he was helped back to his temporary tent by his clerk, Mr. Tamis.

He did not forget his business and handed the document he had written earlier to his servant.

"You are free, Tamis."

The lieutenant sat on the edge of the bed and smiled at the clerk before him, saying:
"In the past, I wasn't particularly good to your family. My own family had fallen on hard times and we were barely making ends meet. You suffered a lot by following me. But now things are different. You've been chosen by a noble from another race and are to be taken to live in Draenor."

It's much safer there than Azeroth. Just live a good life there; I don't have much to give you."

He took out a small package, handed it to Mr. Tamis, and said:
"These are the last few gold coins I took with me when I left home. You can use them on your journey."

“We can’t accept this, Lieutenant.”

Although Mr. Tamis was not a very good clerk, he still had some "intellectual" dignity. Holding the family's deed, he firmly refused the gift.

He said emotionally:
"You are also valued by Marshal Lothar and will be a commander in the future. You need a good set of armor and a good horse. You need this money more than we do. We will definitely meet again in the future, Lieutenant."

If you hadn't led us to Dalaran, we wouldn't have gotten here and encountered such a wonderful thing.

Our family will always remember your kindness.

"Lieutenant Blackmore? Are you resting?"

The sound of orcs came from outside the tent. The lieutenant went out to see what was happening and found two burly Frostwolf orcs carrying a weapon box. They explained:

"These are weapons and armor that Matron Draka and Chieftain Durotan have personally given to you. They are all top-quality items from Draenor. Matron Draka also said that if you encounter any difficulties in Azeroth in the future, the Frostwolf Clan would be happy to provide refuge for their friends. If you wish, you can come to Frostfire Ridge to live permanently at any time."

No matter what trouble you encounter, the Frostwolf Clan will protect you.

This gift and promise gave the lieutenant more confidence, and even gave him an extra option, which was the best blessing for someone who was determined to make a name for himself.

After seeing Mr. Tamis off, Blackmore opened the weapons case, stroking the Draenei-style armor and crystal-forged weapons inside. His heart was filled with complex emotions. This stroke of good fortune had fallen into his lap like a windfall, giving him renewed confidence in his gloomy life.

He hadn't touched a drop of alcohol today, but now he was laughing like a drunkard, and took out a Draenei sapphire shotgun from the box and fiddled with it in his hand.

"Don't touch that blue button! It's best to keep it in a stopped state when you're not planning to use it to hunt enemies. You may need some time to learn how to operate this Arcenite Crystal weapon."

A gentle voice rang out from the darkness, causing the lieutenant to immediately stop his action of triggering the safety mechanism. He turned around and saw a dark-haired human in a priest's robe standing by the tent, smiling at him.

He didn't recognize the man, but he had just seen Marshal Lothar and King Ryan both treat him with great respect.

So he stood up and bowed.

"Do you believe in fate, Edras Blackmore?"

Diakum readily accepted the lieutenant's greeting and asked:

Do you believe that everything you have now is a gift from fate?

"I"

The lieutenant intended to answer him that he certainly believed in fate.

But then I thought, fate has never been kind to me. My family was destroyed when I was young, and I worked hard but got no reward. I'm still just a lowly lieutenant.

However, he had already tried his best.

Therefore, the lieutenant snorted, somewhat resentfully, and said:
“I don’t believe it! Perhaps fate brought Prince Guil to my doorstep, but I got all of this because I dared to fight the greenskins! I earned it with my own hands, and it has nothing to do with fate.”

"Okay! I like that answer."

Dick chuckled, stepped forward, and placed his hand on Blackmore's shoulder, healing the lieutenant's injuries in a surge of holy light, restoring him to his best condition.

他 说:

“Then follow your own ideas. Perhaps you will have a glorious chapter in the history of the Holy Arathor Empire in the future. But there is no need to chase the Holy Light. Lieutenant, your mind is too complicated and you are not suitable to walk the path of the Holy Light.”

After saying that, Diakum disappeared into the night with his hands behind his back.

This abrupt reminder left Lieutenant Blackmore bewildered. He returned to his tent to rest, but his mind was filled with a thirst for glory. So he got up again to study the terrain of Redridge Mountains, pondering how he could lead the Stonewall Brigade to victory there.

Finally, he pondered the mysterious man's reminder: he was not suited to walk the path of holy light. So where was his path?
and many more!

I've heard that Stormwind City just set up a shrine to the wolf god Goldrinn, and that werewolves are supernatural beings.

Werewolves have incredibly strong vitality; they can survive as long as they aren't beheaded. They are determined to live until they achieve great success. So, is that mysterious guy actually hinting that he should embrace the power of the wolf god?
Hmm, that sounds reasonable. I am a warrior, and the Wolf God likes warriors!
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"So, are we going to Draenor?"

On the way back to Stormwind, Arthas, sitting in the carriage, looked at his sister and asked curiously:
"But I think Stormwind is safe too."

"It's safe now. Master Antonidas told me yesterday that the demons have actually been trying to infiltrate Stormwind, but they haven't succeeded because of the protection of the Lightforged Chapter."

Princess Galiya patiently explained:

“If we stay here, Sir Uther will have to rely on the few knights he has left to protect us, but the knights should be on the battlefield fighting for honors.”

It's not just us going there; Arthas and some civilians will also be going to Draenor with us for refuge. Archbishop Akama said that their city would welcome us to stay temporarily, and the generous Lady Draka also said that orcs would welcome human friends.

We cannot remain here and cause trouble for Marshal Lothar and King Ryan; we must do our own thing during this time of war.

Don't worry, it's not just us from the past.

Prince Tanred of Kul Tiras and Queen Catherine will also be coming with us; we'll be acting as 'Azerothian diplomats' there.

"bang bang"

Suddenly, a sound knocked on the carriage window, causing Princess Galiya to grip the lady's rapier beside her warily. Then she heard a low voice say:
"Little Arthas, are you inside? Open the window quickly, it's your brother Varian, I have a gift for you."

"No! Varian's voice isn't like that!"

Arthas pushed open the window and cursed, then saw a tall, young knight carrying an elven sword secretly taking off his helmet and winking at him.

Wow, you've grown up so much all of a sudden!

The little prince exclaimed:

"You're so strong now! What kind of magical magic is this?"

"Hey, you'll see when you get to Draenor, brave little guy."

Varian handed Arthas a finely crafted dagger through the window, saying:
"I know you're going to Draenor. When you get to the Temple of Karabor, please apologize to Archbishop Yura for me. I ran back on my own, and I'm sure she was very worried."

However, Archbishop Yura is very charming and speaks very kindly. She even took me with her on a demon hunt. She's a very capable friend, and she'll definitely take good care of you and Sister Galatea.

"Can I become as strong as you?"

Arthas's eyes were filled with longing.

Varian shrugged, recalling the misery he had suffered at Lin Jing's hands, and said with a sneer:

"You'd better not try. That's a trial only real men can pass. You're too weak. You can't possibly complete the Prosperity Ritual."

"Ugh"

Princess Galiya, inside the carriage, covered her eyes in despair and sighed:

“If you really didn’t intend for him to touch those things, you shouldn’t have said that. Now look what’s happened, my brother is going to suffer.”

"White Pawn! What are you doing?"

A weak rebuke from Brigadier General Windsor rang out from ahead, causing Varian to shrink back, quickly put on his helmet, and wave goodbye to Arthas and Calia.

He said very seriously:

"I will definitely help you reclaim your homeland. It is human territory, and we will never allow those damned demons to run rampant there. I have fought demons in Draenor, and I am not afraid of them! When you return, you will be able to go home, I swear!"

"Then how about you wait until I come back before we win the war?"

Arthas, gripping the exquisite, work-of-art-like, gleaming Arakkoa shortsword, leaned against the window and shouted to Varian:

“I will prove that I am a man too! You wait for me on the battlefield, I will be back soon, and then we will go to Lordaeron together! I also want to go to see my father amidst the falling petals of victory.”

I promised him!

(End of this chapter)