Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 344. The Silver Moon of Kalimdor: The Final Hunting Ground for the Black Wolf and the White Wolf

Right where Mannoroth had fallen, Orgrim picked up a fang of a great demon that had been purified by the Holy Light, and then looked back at the "defeated troops" behind him.

The chieftains, needless to say, had all participated in the assault on the Great Demon, and were now all wounded and unable to fight. The elites brought here had also dissipated their bloodlust and resentment in the battle against the demon. Most importantly, the dissipation of the demonic blood curse allowed their wisdom to return, and the undying anger transformed into inner peace, making the orcs realize their current predicament.

Humans are everywhere here, and humans are their enemies!
The Lightforged demon-slaying warriors' attention was still on the demons, but as members of the Covenant of K'ure, once their demon-slaying oath was fulfilled, it would be the Greenskins' turn to suffer.

Most importantly, the ferocious Gilnean hunting pack was charging toward their location, commanded by the fierce white wolf god; this was a hunt.

The greenskins are the prey!
"We should go."

Kargath limped forward, carrying several Destroyer Claw Blades he had personally chopped off. These things could definitely be made into the most ferocious weapons.

The Assassin Master said to Orgrim in a hoarse voice:
"If we don't leave now, the werewolves will surround and kill us! Grom's eldest son is still eager to snatch Gorehowl from his father's hand. The filial piety between father and son in the Grom Hellscream family might just happen, and I'm really looking forward to it."

But it shouldn't be today.

"Okay, let's go then!"

Without hesitation, the chieftain waved his hand, summoning his direwolves to charge. He said to Kargath:
"Your Shattered Hand Clan covered the retreat, were you alright?"

"Ah."

Kargath nodded, looked around, and then asked:

"But how do we get out? We're surrounded by humans on all sides."

“Lothar’s warriors will not stop us; I made a pact with him beforehand.”

The chief waved his hand and said:

"That guy is someone who does big things. He knows what choices to make at this moment, but that also means that when we settle accounts with him, he will not hold back. But that's a matter for later."

Now, lead your people to retreat in the direction of Lothar's attack! At the same time, send wyvern riders to inform Markorok that once the main force has crossed the Saldor Bridge, destroy it.

Kargath and the other chieftains nodded. Orgrim led a group of Kor'kron warriors ahead, followed by the high warlords who imitated their chieftains, bending down to pick up a piece from the scattered bones of Manonos as a memento of today's battle.

It's like a ritual.

The warlords bent down to pick up the demon bones, followed by the warriors. They wanted to use the remains of the Destroyer as a memorial to the turning point of the Greenskin civilization. Realistically speaking, the remains of this great demon after it was purified were also very good crafting materials.

Blackscar chieftain Nazgrell wanted to take away the black heart that had begun to "petrify" after the Destroyer's death. The thing was enormous, about the size of an adult orc, but Azukar Bladefury stopped him.

The Fireblade Chieftain, his body bearing burn scars, handed him a great demon's fang, shaking his head and saying:
"That heart is the 'trophy' that the vigilant chose for himself."

"Ok?"

The fierce Blackscar chief looked at Azuka with surprise, who slung his sword behind his back and explained:

"If the terrifying Holy Light Butcher didn't intend to leave this thing behind, the burning from the Holy Light burst just now could have completely incinerated this evil heart. The fact that it was left behind means that it must have been useful to someone."

Now that the curse of demonic blood has dissipated and reason has returned, you should at least use your brain!

"If you really want to take this heart, then don't travel with us, lest the Ashbringer's blood splatter on us when he strikes down."

"whispering sound"

Nazgrell pursed his lips, but ultimately did not choose to be forceful. He led his warriors and quickly followed the orderly retreating troops, withdrawing from the flank of the battlefield to the outer perimeter.

They were heading towards the edge of the Arathi Highlands to the Tador Bridge, where the fortress of the Deadwood Trolls was said to be located. Those tribes, who once belonged to the Amani Troll kingdom, had been the powerful enemies of the local Arathi for many years. The Greenskins' Black Wolf God was also a Loa, and thus had long since secretly colluded with the Loa worshipped by the Deadwood Trolls, ensuring that the trolls living in the mountains would secretly assist the orcs' retreat today.

This scene was quickly noticed by the werewolf warriors of the Fang of Light, who then relayed the message to Lothar.

The marshal was currently escorting Solas Thorbein and his warriors in their retreat. The king had been seriously wounded in the battle and was clearly not going to make it.

Upon hearing the news of the orcs' retreat, Lothar responded expressionlessly:

"Today's war is to slaughter demons. The greenskins have saved this land by killing the destroyers, so let them go! But there's no need to stop the Gilnean wolves from hunting them; that's between the black wolves and the white wolves."

At least for now, it has nothing to do with us humans.

"As ordered!"

Fang of Light turned and left, while Lothar rode forward to survey the scene. In the distance, the ferocious Greymane wolf pack was struggling to turn around on the demon battlefield.

They also discovered the orcs' movements and were about to go and stop them.

However, judging from Lothar's brief exchange with Orgrim just now, the Marshal does not believe that the White Wolf God's hunting party will achieve its goal today.

“That orc chieftain has never lost his mind. I heard he didn’t drink the demon blood. That guy’s strategic planning and command abilities are terrifying. He had planned this all along.”

Colonel Daenerys, standing beside Lothar, held her battle axe and said softly:
"If Orgrim had led his formidable greenskins in a surprise attack on Stormwind back then..."

"Then we should all be in Lordaeron now, following King Terenas to fight against the demons."

Losa sighed and said:
"How could we possibly be a match for such a fierce green-skinned army back then?"

Orgrim never intended to participate in the attack on Stormwind Kingdom. He even selected the strongest warriors from the Greenskins and took them to the Burning Steppes. Judging from their movements today, I can conclude that Orgrim was already preparing for this day.

His goal was never the human kingdom.
This conclusion gives me a chill, Daenerys.

"Who says it's not?"

Daenerys also felt a sense of defeat that belonged to warriors today.

She witnessed firsthand how those greenskin chieftains had driven the Destroyers into a desperate situation on the battlefield. In fact, the half-elf warriors had a feeling that even if they hadn't come today, even if the Vigilant hadn't lent a hand, these well-prepared greenskins could have killed a terrifying demigod like Manonos on their own; it was just a matter of how many casualties they would suffer.

Keep in mind that the Black Wolf God worshipped by the Greenskins has not yet appeared on the battlefield.

Even if that guy is weak, he can still hold off Mannoroth in a head-on fight, giving his greenskins a chance to kill him.

"I'm not as good as them, especially Grom Hellscream and that Black Pawn!"

Daenerys, somewhat shaken, said:

"Compared to those pure warriors, I'm just a second-rate slacker. I haven't been able to tap into the power of Ignatius's barbarian lordship at all. I've been indulging in the low-level pleasure of defeating weak warriors."

My past life was a complete waste of my talent.

I also wield a powerful battle axe, yet I cannot accomplish what Grom's Gorehowl can! It was like a resounding slap that made me realize my own pathetic state.

But now that I've witnessed how those formidable warriors fight, from this day forward, I will learn from them. Good heavens, I never imagined I would say such a thing—that I would willingly learn from a bunch of barbaric greenskins.

“Well, you’re fine as you are, Daenerys. You’re different from them. Orcs are a natural fighting race, while elves are favored by the world. Their brutal path of warriors is not for you.”

Losa offered a few words of advice.

Besides comforting his comrades, the Marshal was also worried that if Daenerys really went all the way down the path of the warrior, wouldn't his "family brotherhood" be guaranteed if she got married in the future?
It's already hard to beat them now. If his fiancée turned into "Hellroar: Elf Version", his "good days" are probably still to come.

But despite his words, given Daenerys's warrior temperament, he knew he couldn't stop her.

Therefore, Lothar began to consider whether he should ask Volos for a "Lightforged" challenge. Although he would most likely still be no match for his wife, at least he wouldn't lose too badly.

"Shame on you!"

Having fought a fierce battle today, purifying at least dozens of demons, Emperor Thoradin sarcastically rebuked Lothar on a spiritual level:
"A man who cannot even conquer his own spouse is utterly unfit to be the emperor of an empire! Back in the day..."

"Don't dwell on the past. As your direct descendant, I also possess a portion of your ancient diaries," Lothar retorted.
"According to unofficial historical records, when you were in your prime, you once encountered a barbarian female warrior from a mysterious land. She called herself 'Odin's Shield Maiden.' You even planned to pursue her, but after being defeated by her seven times in a row, you obediently turned around and became engaged to the princess of the Arathi family."

I'm guessing you were facing the same situation as me back then?

"You know nothing! I won my last duel back in the day!"

Emperor Thoradin said triumphantly:
"But the shield maiden has her own rules. After spending a night with me, she left Stromgarde and went back to her clan. When she left, she said that if she gave birth to a boy, she would send him back to me as the heir to the empire, and if she gave birth to a girl, she would stay in 'Scotd Ashhill' and raise her to be the strongest shield maiden."

I waited and waited, but my child was never sent back. That's when I knew that fate wasn't planning to give me a perfect heir.

I was in a terrible mood, so I decided to take a tour of the imperial territory to clear my head. And then, as you know, things went wrong. It was precisely because a succession law wasn't established in time that the empire split apart.

At this point, the Emperor sighed and gave Lothar some instructions:

"Therefore, theoretically speaking, you still have a blood relative somewhere in the world. Shield Maidens can live for a very long time, so my daughter might still be alive. If you have the chance, you should visit Odin's territory and find her."

"and many more!"

Lothar quickly spotted the blind spot and questioned:
"According to you, my bloodline has no right to inherit the empire? You originally intended to hand over your empire to your child with the Shield Maiden?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? Would I do something like abusing my power for personal gain?"

Emperor Thoradin rebuked:

"Even if the Shield Maiden gave birth to a son for me back then, he would still have to compete to inherit the throne. But the barbarians are a degenerate form of the Vrykul, and the humans of today are much weaker than we were back then."

If it really comes down to competition, you probably wouldn't be a match for her. However, the shield maidens are destined to serve Odin for life, and they have no worldly desire for power.

So you don't need to worry about the throne."

"No! This is a good thing!"

Losa's eyes lit up, and he said:
"If your direct descendants are still alive, then it doesn't necessarily have to be me ascending the throne, does it? Perhaps we could find your daughter and let her..."

"Heh, you can give it a try."

The Emperor had long known that Lothar didn't really want to be emperor. This guy's desire to be a "hero" far outweighed his pursuit of being an "emperor," and his lust for power was frighteningly low.

Therefore, Emperor Thoradin sneered and said:
"There's only one way you can get Odin's shield maiden to obey your orders, but with your current small stature, you'd be blown off in a single encounter."

Legendary warrior?

"Ha, legends are merely the threshold for dueling with them."

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"Wolves, pursue! Goldrinn will not allow his prey to escape this Arathi hunting ground."

Covered in blood, Lord Crowley roared as he brandished his demonic sword, his wolf pack having already ravaged the demonic territory.

After the Destroyer's death, the demons that had invaded the Arathi Highlands lost their fighting spirit quickly. The rapid attacks from humans and Lightforged also overwhelmed them, making it difficult for them to react to the wolf pack's penetration.

But by the time Lord Crowley led the werewolves out of the battlefield, the orcs had already completed their retreat. This greatly displeased Lord Gray Wolf, who charged forward with the speed advantage of the werewolves, attempting to stop the last retreating Greenskins. However, he was spotted by Kargath as soon as he entered the battlefield.

"boom"

The ferocious demonic sword was shattered in a single blow by Kargath's burning fist blade, and the weapon, encased in Sulfuras's fire, even ignited the mane of the Northern Lord.

"You're not allowed through here, you stupid dog!"

Kargath shrugged his shoulders and stared at Crowley, baring his fangs as he said:
"Get out of here! The duel between the hunting packs isn't today, and the battlefield for the final battle isn't here either."

Without a word, the werewolf extended its claws and charged forward to attack.

As the undisputed "first warrior" of the Gilnean military system, Lord Darius Crowley's combat power after his werewolf transformation was extraordinary. His sharp wolf claws, wreathed in shadow power, even made Kargath somewhat flustered.

Werewolves are incredibly agile, and their innate wild instincts allow them to almost "predict the future" in battle.

Powerful warriors like Grom often have a "sense" for combat, able to make their bodies react perfectly almost without thinking. That terrifying "lightning reflex" requires long-term practice, but it is the instinct of a werewolf.

The battle lasted only a few minutes, leaving Kargath covered in blood. If orcs weren't immune to the "wolf disease," he would have turned into a werewolf by now.

Both Goldrinn and the werewolves under Lekanth's command have the ability to actively spread "wolf disease," which, according to Diakum, is a "blessing" of the life force.

Therefore, if left unchecked, infected humans and elves could quickly become Goldrinn's hunting party. In this respect, Lykanthos did indeed abide by its "agreement" with Diakum in the war between the Greenskins and Stormwind Kingdoms by not interfering too much; otherwise, Lothar and Llane would most likely have already become werewolves.

"puff"

Kargath, employing gladiator tactics, risked physical injury, unleashing his bloodlust amidst the dripping blood. His fist blade shattered the werewolf's defenses, and with a Shadowstep backstab, he plunged the scorching blade into Lord Crowley's back, pulling it downwards so hard that the sternum shattered and blood splattered everywhere.

But instead of finishing him off, he kicked the Northern Lord away.

"I've already said today is not the time for a duel. Goldrinn has given you far too much fury, you fools!"

Panting heavily, Kargath spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and, dragging his severed arm, cursed:

"If you really want to fight, then just wait. I'll give you a surprise."

After saying that, he retreated into the shadows. With a low horn sound, the Shattered Hands assassins who were fighting the wolf pack also quickly retreated. However, Orgrim's retreat was not smooth sailing.

At midnight that day, they were ambushed by another group of Greymane werewolves near the Sador Bridge, and a great battle broke out between the two sides. It was only with the help of Malkorok on the other side of the bridge that the exhausted Greenskin army was able to cross the bridge successfully.

"Blow it up!"

Having been thoroughly humiliated, Orgrim shouted something, and then an orc stepped forward and detonated the pre-planted explosives.

When the ferocious wolf pack surged onto the bridge, a violent explosion ripped off the bridge deck of the Sador Bridge. However, the strait bridge built by the dwarves was indeed sturdy. Even after using up all the dwarven explosives that Dun Mord had found, only a small part of the bridge deck collapsed.

However, this was enough to stop the Gilnean werewolves from their relentless pursuit.

Amidst the rising dust, Orgrim, riding his dire wolf and protected by the Kor'kron Guards, arrived at the broken bridge.

Beyond the rubble opposite him, the howls of wolves echoed through the night.

The chieftain could see the alpha wolf of the pack staring at him. Like Lord Crowley, it maintained its sanity, but unlike other werewolves, it carried two finely crafted dwarven muskets at its waist and a long-barreled shotgun on its back.

This guy is a rare werewolf musketeer, a hunter, with two gray-maned wolf kings as his war beasts.

"Under the Silver Moon of Kalimdor"

The alpha wolf raised its paw, calming the fierce pack behind it, and growled in a hoarse voice:
"If you have the guts, the Black Wolf pack and the White Wolf pack will be waiting for you there. At that time, only one of them can survive! Just as the Black Wolf is destined to die under the claws of the White Wolf!"

"Leave your name, Alpha Wolf."

The chieftain touched the bloodstains on his face. The fatal bullet had almost blown his head off, but his loyal Malkorok had shielded him with his body.

In response to Orgrim's question, the alpha wolf opposite him sneered and said:
“My name is Godfrey, Lord Dragonbone of Gilneas, and His Majesty Genn’s ‘Claw of the Hunt’! Demons have destroyed my city, but I have drawn true power from the howl of the wolves. Warchief of the orcs, your head is destined to become my most precious trophy.”

"Kalimdor, right?"

Orgrim was too lazy to exchange harsh words with this guy. He waved his hand and said:

"Then let's wait and see! Under that silver moon, the two sides will finally settle their differences."

(End of this chapter)