Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 372, Section 62: Announcing with the Cry of Swords, Sending Off with the Drums of War - Bonus Chapter for Brother "Huo Zheng is Great" [45]

The entire Mount Hyjal had become a hunting ground for wolves. The two sides were like a well-organized army, their forces intertwined. The werewolves belonging to the Black and White Wolf Gods were fighting each other. However, after the first round of fierce fighting, the War Tribe scattered the humans and werewolves on the other side, and then retreated to the outside of Mount Hyjal under the cover of the black wolves.

Their goal was clear: to escape the pursuit of the White Wolf God and embark on a journey through the starry sea, not to fight to the last man here.

The wolf spirit priests of the Black Wolf God have already opened an astral rift leading to the Hunting Grounds in a safe zone. It is a secret technique taught by Lycanthos that allows one to travel through the chaotic and mysterious astral plane to reach another world occupied by the Hunting Grounds.

Somewhere among the stars.

Once the War Horde retreated there, they could leave Azeroth. Therefore, under Orgrim's command, the strongest warriors of the Blackrock Clan, led by Eitrigg, led the way for the main force. Blackscar, Fireblade, and Shattered Hand followed, while the most mobile Warsong and Thunder Clan were left behind to cover the rear.

The Black Wolf God's pack roamed throughout Mount Hyjal, turning every viable path into a makeshift trail, so that they could continue advancing as long as Lycanthos was still fighting.

These ferocious beasts, relying on their numerical advantage accumulated over thousands of years, have kept Goldlin's hunting pack firmly pinned down on the other side of the mountain, preventing them from pursuing them.

But this battle between the black and white wolves did not involve everyone.

The elves remained calm, especially the Highborne. They had been preparing to leave when the Great Demon Lord fell, and it seemed they didn't intend to stay in the Kaldorei territory any longer, but they were stopped and invited by the Black Raven King.

Since we're already here, why are we in such a hurry to leave?

The alien saint had painstakingly created such a good opportunity for political consultation, and a shrewd person like the Black Crow King would never miss it.

However, the Highborne's unwillingness to participate could not stop the Quel'dorei's actions. After seeing Marshal Lothar leading the humans in pursuit of the orcs, Kael'thas almost without hesitation led his army to follow.

The Quel'dorei mages used meteor showers to clear a path for the human pursuers, while the hunters set off with dragonhawks to control the skies and guide the humans toward the greenskins.

This scene was noticed by Prince Tosedrin, who was in the process of evacuating. The high elf politician blinked and said to the Blue Moon Dean beside him:
"The Quel'dorei are already planning to tie themselves to humanity. This doesn't seem like a decision that arrogant guy like Dath'Remar would make. I suspect it's Farondis behind it."

“I’m not interested in these things.”

Dean Lan Yue looked very bad because she had received reports of casualties.

Her beloved students performed exceptionally well in this battle against the demons, but it was precisely because of their outstanding performance and exaggerated magical power that they suffered a major blow from the demons, with hundreds of casualties and dozens missing, which made the dean very distressed.

In the past, one could simply become a lich in this situation, since the Nassaras Magic Academy always had various materials and ready-made rituals readily available.

However, after witnessing the conspiracy of the Death Force and seeing firsthand how the Great Demon Lords were captured by death and molded into Abyss Warriors after their fall, Dean Blue Moon dared not use the power of the dead so casually anymore.

According to the vigilant, letting the dead rest in peace might be the best outcome for them, lest they be used by the forces of death as tools to harm the world order in the future.

And where did those missing students go? This is a question worth pondering.

"The battle between the Black and White Wolves won't end anytime soon. I'll lead the warriors to a safe area to avoid friendly fire. Remember to come back tomorrow morning to discuss how to deal with the Black Crow King's negotiations."

Tosedrin had no intention of getting involved in the hunting party's conflict. Dean Blue Moon was anxious to see her students, and Ms. Sandara accompanied her. Thus, the two sides temporarily separated on the chaotic battlefield.

Meanwhile, the chase and escape are entering their most bloody and intense phase.

"Charge! Don't let them escape!"

Bolvar Fordragon's roar echoed in the ears of the Bloodfang and Lightforged werewolves, the ferocious white wolf howling:
"The Greenskins have invaded our kingdom, slaughtered our people, and destroyed our cities. We have joined the hunt in the name of revenge, and now it is time to unleash our pent-up fury."

They are extremely ferocious.

They even charged too fast and became separated from the human army behind them. The Black Wolf God's wolf pack was no match for these guys and was quickly overrun. A group of green-skinned wolf cavalry that fell behind was caught up and forced to fight, but was quickly swept away by the wild werewolves.

The ferocious pursuing force put Orgrim, who commanded the wolf riders, under pressure, so the Warchief resorted to even more extreme measures.

He ordered the wolf riders of the War Tribe to disperse, forming small groups of three to five men, and to retreat in different directions, mingling with the Black Wolf God's pack.

Bolvar and Lothar had fewer men, so they couldn't pursue every pursuing force.

This was a good way to split up and escape, but the chieftain soon encountered new trouble.

"Warchief, look ahead! Gilnean werewolves have emerged from the mountains ahead! They've blocked our path."

Malkorok, who was guarding Orgrim's retreat, roared, his voice filled with rage.

The chieftain raised his head.

Sure enough, Gilneas's war banners were already flying on the road leading to the location of the Wolf Spirit Priest, and the gray-maned werewolves were charging wildly down the hillside. Unfortunately for them, Red and Maim's Blacktooth Grinning Clan was right in that direction, and their entire clan of nearly a thousand people were trapped on the road.

This was arranged in advance by Goldling.

The White Wolf God is the ancestor of the hunt. It had long foreseen Lykanthos's plan to instigate a war among the hunting packs to cover the retreat of the War Horde. Previously, when fighting against the Great Demon and the Wither Army, the Gilnean werewolves never even entered the battlefield.

They were always deployed to hunt and clear out demons on the outskirts of the mountains, in order to intercept the war tribes at this time.

"Not all of them came."

Without the slightest hesitation, the chieftain charged in that direction with his fire-bladed sword, while ordering the wolf spirit priest beside him to gather as many black wolf packs as possible to hold off the pursuers and give the Blacktooth Grinning Clan a chance to break out.

But before Orgrim could reach the Gilnean worgen positions, an unexpected force suddenly emerged from the nearby valley.

Gnoll!
To be precise, it was the grotesque gnolls that Hogg brought from the wetlands.

They were weak and were easily defeated when facing demons, so they were no match for the fierce Gilnean werewolves. However, the gnolls chose a very tricky direction for their attack, and they broke into the area where the Gilneans had not yet completed their encirclement. At this time, Red and Maim, who were trapped, did not make any foolish moves.

Seeing how loyal the gnolls were, the two members of the Blackhand family immediately led their clansmen and rushed over.

The shaman, who could only summon fire elementals, cast Bloodlust on them, allowing them to unleash sufficient fighting power in their desperate situation. Although two hundred orcs were eventually held back by the werewolves, most of the orc warriors broke through.

"Let's get those Gilneans! We didn't invade their kingdom!"

Red's hard-earned warriors were all gone in an instant, one-fifth of whom were gone. The bald chieftain was so angry that he stomped his feet and cursed loudly. But then his brother pulled him up on a dire wolf. He dared not delay any longer and led the remaining tribesmen to bypass the valley and continue their breakout.

Fortunately, there are enough wolves here. The orcs are naturally skilled at riding wolves, so they don't need to worry about the load on their mounts. When their wolves get tired, they can simply switch to another one, allowing the orcs to advance at extremely high speeds.

As Orgrim passed through the chaotic valley, he happened to encounter Hogg Wolfline riding a ghost wolf and fleeing with several powerful gnoll overseers, which amused the Warchief.

他 说:

"You just threw away your own warrior like that? Wait! Where did that axe on your back come from?"

The chieftain noticed the strange axe that Hogg was carrying on his back.

He immediately recognized the battle axe as the Devastation Battle Axe that Garrosh had used before. During the duel between Garrosh and Garrosh, this axe was shattered by Gorehowl and flew away, and afterward, in the chaos, no one paid attention to its whereabouts.

Unexpectedly, Hogg found it.

"What I found is mine!"

Hogg treasured the powerful axe he had found, and he craned his neck and shouted:

"Ahem, I was leading my clever tribesmen to collect armor and weapons down on the high ground. There were armor and weapons everywhere that we could use. A guy called 'Old Gani' was very good at collecting trash."

It taught me how to pick good items on the battlefield, and it was also the axe that led me to it.

Look, I've even brought the gnolls to help you break through. I've done everything the Black Wolf God asked me to do, which is also a way of repaying the favor you did for teaching me how to maintain the clan.

I'm going to slip away now. Good luck, orcs.

"Where are you going?"

The Great Chief asked:
"Where do you plan to run in this chaos? Why don't you come with us? You are also a follower of the Black Wolf God, so you can also go on a star hunt with us."

"I'm not going! Azeroth is fine, I don't want to travel far."

Hogger shook its fluffy head like a rattle-drum and said:

"As for how I leave, that's not your concern. Old Gani, that clever fellow, will lead us along the back paths. He even told me where the most powerful gnoll tribe in Kalimdor is. Once I conquer them, I'll ask the goblins for a boat to return to the Black Swamp."

You've already agreed to give me that fortress.

"The things the Black Wolf God wants me to do are terrifying. I will proceed according to the plan you gave me. I need to build a sufficiently powerful 'Gnoll War Tribe.'"

Seeing Hogg's determination to stay, Orgrim didn't try to persuade him any further. He glanced back and saw that the Iron Horse Knights, led by Lothar, were already charging towards them.

He couldn't stay any longer, so he grabbed Hogg's paw and said:
"The situation today means that not all orcs can leave. They may be scattered, or they may not make it to the gate of departure. Hogg, if you have any spare capacity, please help us take in those orcs who have nowhere to go."

Once we've settled in the new world, we'll send someone back to pick them up.

We will definitely bring you generous rewards!
We are all members of the Black Wolf God's clan, so we should help each other, don't you think?
Furthermore, you'll need help to conquer the formidable gnolls of Kalimdor! The scattered orc warriors here are your best allies!

This is for you!

Orgrim took off his Warchief's insignia and placed it in Hogg's hand, giving it instructions amidst the chaos of the battlefield:

"They'll follow you when they see this."

"it is good."

Hogg rolled his increasingly cunning eyes and said:

"I'll help you one more time. Now run! Those guys are ruthless; they're determined to kill you all!"

Before he could finish speaking, a gunshot rang out, and the head of the orc warrior next to the chieftain exploded. Hogg dashed into the Black Wolf God's hunting party without looking back, and several gnoll overseers followed the chieftain in his escape.

Orgrim knew that the dangerous Gilnean hunter Godfrey had his eye on him. He grabbed the reins, crouched low, and used the wolf pack as cover, advancing towards the rendezvous point amidst the constant gunfire.

However, how could such an important target be let go so easily?
"Orgrim is ahead!"

High in the sky, the dragonhawk riders raised red banners to guide the iron horse riders on the ground. Seeing that the orcs had split up, Lothar knew he could only pursue the most valuable target. So, following the dragonhawk riders' guidance, and aided by the continuous bombardment of meteors from the Quel'dorei spellcasters, he gave chase.

But as he led his Iron Horse Paladins through the area where Gilnean werewolves were hunting orcs, he suddenly heard Emperor Thoradin whisper to him:

"If you consider werewolves as your people, then you'll have to take good care of them. You saw those scythe-clawed druids when you were fighting the demons earlier; they're different from ordinary werewolves."

The elven high druids said that the Scytheclaws were a very aggressive yet united hunting pack, and they would not allow the werewolves of the Eastern Continent to roam freely in the wilderness.

"Ok?"

Lothar turned back in surprise to look at the World Tree Highlands behind him. The battle between the Black Wolf God and the White Wolf God had come to an end. Even from this distance, he could hear the two giant beasts' tragic roars, like two dying wild animals tearing each other apart.

The marshal gripped the reins tightly and asked:

"Can't Goldrin control his scythe?"

As soon as he asked the question, Losa knew he had made a foolish mistake.

If Goldrinn could truly control those ancient werewolves who were born nine thousand years ago, he wouldn't have needed to bargain with the Vigilant before. The reminder from Emperor Thoradin immediately weighed heavily on his mind.

He sensed that the situation in Gilneas might become more complicated because of the Scytheclaw Druids, and his urgent desire to advance northward and reclaim lost territory grew stronger.

But then, Lothar noticed the Vrykul shieldbearers attacking from the other side. After Heya and her battle sisters, riding their giant bears, easily routed the werewolves and strolled over leisurely, the Marshal whispered:
"You have no conflict with the orcs, so why are you helping them?"

"Huh? What reason do you need to pursue the thrill of battle?"

Heya looked at her "junior" with disdain and waved her hand, saying:

"Orcs are very powerful warriors. The battle between the two Hellscreams just now made my blood boil. If it weren't for the rules of honor, I would definitely have rushed up and fought both Hellscreams at the same time. Even if I died, I would have been honored in the Hall of Heroes because of that valiant battle."

I'm not helping you right now!

Once you get to the point, you'll realize that you're just looking for powerful warriors to satisfy your fighting cravings. Those demons were somewhat interesting, but the fun of fighting now has completely vanished!
Whether it's this pack of black wolves or those laughable werewolves, they're all weaklings.

"Then I'll consider you hired!"

Losa said to her "little aunt":

"Help us stop those orcs. I want to capture them and bring them back to Stormwind for trial. In exchange, I'll act as your intermediary and contact the warriors of the Lightforged Chapter. You just saw how they slaughtered the demons, right?"

That's the most powerful warrior in the world!

"The most powerful? Don't be ridiculous!"

Heya scolded:
"The Lightforged warriors in Valhalla, the Sky Fortress, could easily defeat those shiny guys, but you're not wrong either. By mortal standards, those Lightforged are indeed formidable, especially their leader, that guy called 'Vigilant'."
He's just as powerful as Odin!
I hope to challenge him, or that dangerous 'black pawn'!
I can sense that Black Soldier could easily kill me; that's the real opponent worth challenging. If you can contact one of them for me, I'll risk my life for you today.

"I have a very close relationship with the Vigilant. It's just a friendly sparring match, absolutely no problem."

Lothar waved his hand and shouted:

"Quick! They're about to break out of the battlefield! Go stop them, Orgrim!"

"Ha, watch me."

Heya spurred her war bear forward, rampaging through the enemy like a tank, smashing through the pack of wolves that blocked her path.

Whether it was the giant wolf of the Black Wolf God or the werewolves of Gilneas, they were all swept away by her spear. As she approached Orgrim, this fierce Vrykul raised her spear high and hurled it fiercely.

"Great Chief, be careful!"

The loyal Malkorok witnessed this and leaped up to shield Orgrim from the bullet, only to be pierced by Heya's Stormspear and slammed to the ground.

Orgrim roared and turned to charge, hoisting Malkorok onto his back. Fortunately, the giant wolf he rode was the son of Lykanthos and was strong enough, otherwise it would have been impossible to support the weight of two orcs.

The two sides continued their chase all the way to the edge of Mount Hyjal. The Stargate opened by the Wolf Spirit Priests was now clearly visible, and many orcs were lining up to jump into it. However, Orgrim saw Nazgrell, Azuka Bladefury, and Eitrigg waiting for him there.

They held their ground on the hilltop.

The fiercest orc warriors formed a defensive position there, cutting down anyone who came near; the werewolf corpses below had piled up into a small mountain.

"Orgrim, come here quickly!"

When Eitrigg, carrying his battle flag, saw the Great Chieftain, he was overjoyed and sent wolf riders to meet him.

But Heya had already approached, and the Vrykul shieldbearer roared as she pounced, knocking Orgrim and his dire wolf to the ground. Just as she was about to capture him herself, the sinister figure of the Assassin Master appeared unexpectedly from behind.

"Who do you think you can bully just because you're big?"

Kargath Bladefist's clenched teeth sent Heya into a flash of defense, but the deadly blade had already pierced her body, tearing flesh as it spun. He then delivered an angry kick, attempting to knock Heya to the ground, but the valiant Vrykul grabbed her left foot and rolled over, slamming Kargath into the ground like a warhammer.

Nobody benefited.

However, the toxins on Kargath's weapons were effective against the Destroyer, and the Shield Maiden's powerful physique was almost immediately paralyzed.

She could only watch helplessly as Kargath helped Malkorok up and, together with Orgrim and the loyal orc warriors, charged up the high ground.

"How many people came back?"

A disheveled Orgrim asked a question, and Eitrigg shook his head, indicating that it was a mess and he didn't know either, but about half of them had already returned, and more orcs were on their way.

"Let's go."

Eitrigg said to him:

"The Black Wolf God still has followers in this world. He is a harsh but trustworthy god, and he will not abandon those warriors."

"I"

Orgrim glanced back at Lothar and his paladins charging towards them, and at the even larger Gilnean hunting pack moving in their direction.

The soldiers haven't all returned yet; this hill must be held.

"Lothar won't give up until he catches me!"

Orgrim whispered:
"I can't let the War Tribe suffer any more losses because of me. How many hardships have we gone through to get here?"
I promised you that I would find a future for you.

The future lies beyond that stargate. I don't know if the new world will be good enough, but it certainly won't be worse than the past. Go, take the warriors with you; they've shed enough blood in this world.

Are you going to abandon us?

Young Nazgrell angrily stepped forward and grabbed Orgrim's armor, roaring:

"You bastard! How can we find our future in the stars without your leadership? We need you! Orgrim."

"Yes, Great Chief, we need you."

Azuka Blaze also stepped forward and pleaded:
"No one but you can make the War Tribe submit. If you don't go, they will split up again."

"will not."

Orgrim shook his head and said:
"A great chieftain as wise as I will lead you, and we will use our wisdom and power wisely. Eitrigg, Kargath, you two will take over my duties..."

"I won't do it!"

Kargath spat and said:
"I've had enough of the war. I've made my decision to build the largest arena in the entire universe in the sea of ​​stars. I'm retiring! I'm going to enjoy myself now. Don't even think about putting any more pressure on me."

But you can leave if you want, since you haven't drunk any demon blood anyway.

You are our Warchief, but I know you have never been one of us! Your heart has always been in Draenor and has never left. We cannot win battles only when led by a Mag'har.

"Then let Warlock go."

Orgrim was taken aback by Kargath's sarcastic remark, then he burst into laughter and said:
“Eitrigg and Varok may be better suited to lead the War Horde, Nazgrell and Azukal are young enough to take over, and Kargath is old, so let him rest if he wants to.”

But my friends, when you are fighting in the stars, don’t forget that you have a homeland you can never return to!

I'll talk to Durotan about it.

After every warrior of the War Tribe dies, their ashes are sent back to their homeland, and their souls return to our Nagrand, to the foot of Mount Worshhug.

Grom has already gone back; I'm next.

We will await your return in the sacred mountains of that grassland. One day, we will all be reunited in Nagrand, and then I and the spirits of our ancestors will listen to your stories again.

Go! "

He pushed Eitrigg aside, helped the weeping Nazgrel up, turned around and took the elven warblade that Azuka handed him, then patted her on the shoulder.

Then, he took a deep breath, mounted his dire wolf, grabbed the war tribal banner beside him, and charged down the hillside alone.

However, many passionate orcs who had already reached the Stargate and could have left still volunteered to follow Orgrim into battle. The Warchief had restored their honor, and now they were to fulfill that honor and fight to the death for more of their people.

Eitrigg reached out, but he couldn't stop them at all.

"Anduin Lothar! You want my head?"

Orgrim raised his battle banner high and roared:
"I'm right here, come on!"

(End of this chapter)