Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 373, Section 63: The Trial of Makgora - The Eternal Exile of the Greenskins - Bonus Chapter for "Ho Zheng Ting Hao" Brother [55]

"boom"

The blood-stained battle flag was thrown out and planted into the ground littered with corpses ahead, prompting Lothar, who was galloping towards them, to rein in his horse.

He stared at Orgrim, then looked up at the orcs turning away on the hilltop. A massive stargate stood before him, its swirling nebula faintly reflecting the grassland landscape of another world.

That was the Greenskins' final destination, and Orgrim's attack was to buy them time.

This guy has some guts.

Lothar snorted and said loudly:
"So, the Greenskin Chieftain has been abandoned?"

“I have never drunk any demon blood, Lothar. You shouldn’t call me a greenskin, of course, that’s your prerogative.”

Orgrim leaned on his elven battle sword, ignoring the werewolves that were charging into the mountain from all sides. Without Lothar's elite troops from various races of the Eastern Continent making a move, the werewolves of Gilneas, who were like beasts, could not stop the warhorse's elite forces.

He said loudly:

"Come and defeat me. After I fall, the Storm Kingdom will be victorious."

"You think you can erase everything that happened in the past with your death? Is your life that valuable?"

Lothar dismounted, removed his blood-stained and dented helmet and tossed it aside. He stepped forward, sword strode, its blade humming, and in the flash of holy light, he said:

"You will have a place on the judgment seat of Stormwind! That is where invaders belong!"

The marshal raised his hand and swung it forward fiercely.

The Iron Horse Paladins charged out immediately, and the orcs who followed Orgrim roared and crashed into them.

The two forces were not large in number, but they were truly elite battles. Khadgar and Rhonin also joined the battle. Kael'thas and his spellcasters wanted to help, but Colonel Daenerys stopped them.

“This is a duel between humans and orcs, and Emperor Thoradin is watching. Regardless of the traditions of the barbarians or the customs of the orcs, we outsiders who have no direct conflict with them should not get involved.”

The half-elf, leaning on the Arathi sword, removed his gryphon helmet and solemnly addressed his people:
"Perhaps in the future, Quel'Thalas and the Empire of Man will merge into one, their strengths complementing each other to form the strongest brotherhood or even become the same great nation, but at least in the time of His Majesty Anastarian, the Quel'dorei have their own stance."

unless"

She paused, looked at Kael'thas, and said:
"You have made a certain 'determination'."

Faced with Colonel Daenerys's subtly inquiring question, Kael'thas hesitated for a moment. Under the serious gaze of the other spellcasters, their prince finally raised his hand and hurled a ball of phoenix fire at the orc opposite him.

This move is like a signal to start a war.

The Quel'dorei who had followed Kael'thas to Mount Hyjal immediately sprang into action. Under the command of Lady Gina Golden Sword, the whistling meteors flew over the leader's duel and crashed into the hill where the orcs were retreating.

Some mages even cast spells in an attempt to interfere with the operation of that stargate.

Unfortunately, that thing was too powerful. There were spellcasters maintaining it on the other side of the stargate, and it was directly connected to the mysterious astral plane. It was clear that they could not shake it alone.

After all, not every spellcaster is an "astro-mage".

Below that hillside, amidst the clash of iron-horse riders and orc warriors, the battle between human Marshal Anduin Lothar and orc Warchief Orgrim Doomhammer escalated to a fever pitch from the very beginning.

Both had ample reason to take up arms against each other, and they had an "agreement" made back in Arathi Highlands; now it was time to settle the score.

Emperor Thoradin roared to encourage his descendants. The barbarians also had similar dueling rituals, so the emperor did not intend to assist Lothar as a guardian of kings today; he wanted to be a bloodthirsty spectator.

The Vrykul shieldbearers were also enthusiastic about this glorious ceremony. Led by Heya, they charged in and formed a circle around the battlefield between the two.

Whether human or orc, anyone who tries to intervene in this duel will be driven away by the shield maidens' spears.

"boom"

The Battleblade of Stromka and the Dragonforged Blade of Quel'Serrar clashed, sparks flying as the two divine weapons cut and collided.

Amidst the piercing sound, the two swords clashed and pressed down. Orgrim tilted his head back and slammed it into Lothar's head. The Marshal was knocked back a few steps but quickly adjusted himself. As Orgrim lunged forward, he dodged the blade to the side and punched Orgrim in the ear.

Both men were splattered with blood, but this only fueled the resolve of the brave warriors.

Lothar was just an ordinary legendary warrior when the Orc Wars began, but the battles he fought along the way forged him into a formidable warrior.

After embracing the Holy Light, Lothar's resolve gradually merged with the Light's punishment, and to this day he possesses a morality as firm as steel. Meanwhile, the "violent suppression" from his fiancée forces Lothar to constantly hone his martial arts skills.

Now, he is no longer at a disadvantage when facing the Blackrock Clan's once most valiant warriors.

Orgrim's combat prowess needs no further explanation.

This guy defeated Blackhand in a one-on-one duel in Draenor before. Although Blackhand might have been out of sorts then, it was enough to show that the Greenskin Warchief was already a legendary warrior of Draenor. With the Black Wolf God tattoo adding to his ferocity and power, he was no ordinary man either.

The only problem is that Orgrim uses an elven warsword instead of his preferred Doomhammer, which makes it difficult for him to utilize his established fighting style.

And to be honest, while Quel'Serrar is an ancient dragon-forged blade and a renowned divine weapon in Azeroth, it is still slightly inferior to the Doomhammer. The main reason is that this sword cannot gather lightning when swung like the Doomhammer, which reduces Orgrim's destructive power by more than a fraction.

The individual battles of martial prowess did not last long, especially in such a life-or-death struggle. When Lothar's armor was cleaved and cracked, Orgrim's iconic black plate armor was also covered in tatters and blood.

Another clash of weapons forced both men to retreat, Orgrim panting and baring his teeth.

The wolf spirit tattoo on his body was shining, signifying that he was about to use the power of the wolf god, but Lothar, leaning on his sword with one hand, raised his hand and cast a Holy Light Heal on himself, stopping the bleeding from his wounds and restoring his energy.

This is how we paladins fight: healing while fighting is part of our Holy Light tactics!

I couldn't even get my Divine Shield and Lay on Hands to work, but you, Alterac Valley, are you even capable?

Lothar stood still, beckoning to the orc chieftain with his fingers still glowing with holy light, a gesture brimming with provocation that ignited Orgrim's fury, his bloodshot eyes a testament to the activation of his bloodlust.

Unfortunately, without drinking the demon blood, he lacked Manonos's Bloodrage blessing, which forced Orgrim to advance only with the raw fury of an orc.

However, the Black Wolf God's tattoo made up for this deficiency, allowing the Great Hammer's attack power to remain intact.

Weapons clashed, fists swung, kicks and headbutts became weapons. Lothar only thought about defeating the orc chieftain in front of him and ending the invasion brought by the war horde, while Orgrim took the opportunity to observe the surrounding battlefield.

He saw more Greenskins rushing toward the Stargate under the escort of the Black Wolf Hunter pack. He didn't know how many warriors he had brought would be able to embark on the road to the future, but today's losses were definitely much heavier than those in Arathi Highlands. He conservatively estimated that at least one-third of the Horde warriors would be left behind in Mount Hyjal.

"boom"

A powerful punch imbued with the power of holy light slammed into Orgrim's chin. This strike, delivered while Divine Wrath was active, sent the greenskin chieftain flying off the ground. As he crashed down, the sharp Stromka sword tore through his blackstone armor, inflicting even more pain on Orgrim from the gruesome wound.

All eyes were drawn to the game; they knew the outcome was imminent.

The Great Chieftain, after tumbling several times in a disheveled state, jumped out. Seeing Lothar charging towards him and the holy runes surrounding him lighting up, he knew this would be the final blow.

So Orgrim went all out.

The Black Wolf God's final blessing was activated, and the application of the Death Wish allowed the Great Chieftain to burn his life in exchange for power.

In his moment of desperation, he saw that the green-skinned warriors who had fought alongside him had already been mostly dealt with by the Iron Horse Paladins.

The good news is that most of them did not die.

Humanity intends to bring these war criminals back to Stormwind for trial, thus giving the people and the kingdom an explanation. This somewhat reassured Orgrim.

Having participated in the attack on the two great demons, he was unwilling to see more warriors die in the bloodshed, and he promised them that he would bring them glory.
Yes, the glory of the orcs!

For the greenskins, destined for eternal exile, that was the only thing they could keep.

That path, which they themselves had defiled, and which they had traversed through two worlds through thorns and brambles, was finally retrieved by Grom Hellscream and countless orc warriors at the cost of their lives, after overcoming powerful enemies and paying a heavy price.

Today is the day the past ends, and today is also the day glory shines.

"For the glory of the tribe!"

The giant hammer roared.

In the surge of rage, facing Anduin Lothar, who was covered in holy light, the Warchief charged forward, leaped up, and with both hands gripping the elven warsword, unleashed his final blow on Lothar.

"boom"

Two weapons, each carrying its own moral code, clashed together.

Stromka, enveloped in holy light, unleashed a fierce sword cry, propelled forward unstoppably by Lothar's holy light power, while the ancient dragon-forged blade let out a mournful cry, writhing in fury yet unable to stop the fierce blade from piercing the sword's body.

Cracks burst forth, fragments flew, and with a heartbreaking shattering, the Dragon-Forged Blade was cleaved in two by the power of holy light.

Blood then erupted, a declaration of the victor and a slumber of the vanquished.

"boom"

The whirling broken blade hummed as it embedded itself at the feet of the elven paladin Fina Goldsword, who had just defeated the last orc warrior. The fury covering the broken blade dissipated, allowing Fina to look up and see Marshal Lothar, with the proper bearing of a warrior, flicking the blood from his blade. Behind him, the one-armed Orgrim staggered a few steps before collapsing backward like a falling mountain.

Before him, a broken blade was embedded in the earth, and the hand that had been severed by Stromka was still tightly gripping the weapon.

"For the suffering of the Stormwind Kingdom!"

Lothar muttered something under his breath, then touched the bleeding wound on his face. He chopped off the tribal battle flag beside him with his sword, turned around, and raised his fist high in front of everyone.

"Ouch!"

The human warriors and paladins watching the battle went almost crazy with shouts, and many of the warriors who had lost their families and friends in the war were in tears.

This may have been their first time seeing Orgrim Doomhammer, but with the fall of this orc, the Stormwind Kingdom's long period of disaster, displacement, and humiliation finally came to an end.

Even though they are thousands of miles away from their hometown, they have won!
The Greenskins' chieftain was slain by their marshal, and the warlike bandits of the war tribes fled in panic before them. They dared not even linger in the world they had harmed, and could only flee to distant lands in the starry sea.

The Iron Horse Knights surged forward, shouting Lothar's name. The loyal knights raised their marshal high, and Colonel Daenerys, watching from afar, couldn't help but touch her heart.

This sudden flutter of her heart made her realize that perhaps the marriage her grandfather had arranged for her was not just a random decision made by that old lich after he lost his mind.

As everyone knows, Guardian Farondis has a keen eye for people. It was under his leadership that the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas and the Arathorian Empire signed an alliance to fight against the Amani trolls.

Perhaps in his grandfather's eyes, Anduin Lothar could truly become the second Thoradin, reuniting human civilization, which had been divided for thousands of years, under his leadership.

Just as the human marshal defeated the orc chieftain, two low, weak wolf howls echoed from the distant World Tree Highlands. The werewolves, still locked in a fierce battle, turned around at that moment to see that the great battle between the Black Wolf God and the White Wolf God had come to a conclusion.

But there are no winners.

The only outcome of the deadly battle between two behemoths that have both activated their ancient fury is mutual destruction.

Goldrinn is dead, and Lecanthos is dead. The two mad wolves devoured almost all of each other's flesh and blood before they died, and the two bastards' most elite hunting packs were also completely consumed in this crazy death battle.

The corpses of those dire wolves littered the World Tree Highlands and the surrounding valleys. The Scytheclaw Druids also suffered heavy casualties. Unfortunately, they failed to kill Lylar Flamefang. The old Scytheclaw Druid led the last remaining Scytheclaw werewolves away from the battlefield at the last moment, perhaps realizing Goldrinn's "plot".

"It was truly tragic."

At the edge of the now quiet World Tree Highlands, Diakum, who had returned, came with the twins and Nellie to collect the remains of the two giant wolves.

Looking at the giant wolf gods, entangled together and still slaughtering each other in their dying moments, Nelly couldn't help but wag her tail and sigh:
"The fighting spirit and ferocity of these two are rare in the entire star system. Only a place like Azeroth can nurture such terrifying lords of fury."

"What do you mean 'tragic'? Archbishop, you should think about it carefully."

Saloras couldn't help but whisper:

"One of them is the god of the wilderness, possessing an eternal spirit, while the other is a Loa who doesn't care about physical form at all. Their deadly battle may look fierce, but it won't affect their longevity at all."

"Exactly! Look at all those dead dire wolves and scythe-clawed druids around here, they're the ones who are truly miserable."

Aurecis shook her head and said:
"The black and white wolves joined forces to put on a 'show,' using the most dangerous and uncontrollable members of each other's packs to wear them down in this deadly battle, thus restoring the purity of each pack. If Goldrinn and Lekansos hadn't actually fought to the death, I would have thought it was all pre-arranged."

These gods of the wilderness may look savage, but they're all incredibly cunning. We must be more careful when dealing with them in the future.

"Let's purify this place."

Diakum did not participate in the discussion.

In fact, he had little interest in the war that took place on Mount Hyjal after the fall of the Corruptors.

He waved his hand, summoning a ball of holy flame to the ground, which transformed into a raging inferno that burned the bones on the spot, preventing the demonic wolves' fel energy from having any further impact on the sacred mountain. Saloras and Orestes then stepped forward to deal with the remains of the black and white wolves; it was best that these things not fall into the hands of mortals.

Whether it's Goldrinn or Lykanthos, their ancient rage is something no ordinary person can control; the tragedy of the Scytheclaw Druid must not be repeated.

Such a dangerous thing should be brought back to the Exodar, processed properly, and displayed as a trophy in the exhibition hall to showcase the Lightforged Chapter's formidable prowess. Incidentally, the genes of the Black and White Wolves should be sent to the Shadowfly Swarm so that their ferocity can be inherited by the swarm.

Wow, doesn't the warrior beetle that goes berserk when it's about to die sound ferocious?

"this is for you."

As Diakum ignited the sacred fire to incinerate the remnants of the battle between the Black and White Wolves, he turned and placed a unique orb of golden holy light into Nellie's hand, whispering:
"This is the crystallization of Cenarius's power, a unique way of inheriting power in the world of the dead. You are a hunter walking the path of life, and your understanding of nature within this can help you become a demigod more quickly."

Azeroth is becoming increasingly dangerous. If you intend to stay here for long, I'm concerned about your current weakened state.

"Hmph, then I'll just take it as a gift."

Archbishop Nelly was delighted to receive the gift, especially since she was the only one who had it while the twins did not. The anima orb left behind by a great demon lord was a very valuable item, and it was impossible to absorb and learn from it on the spot. Therefore, Nelly put it in her inner pocket and then circled it around.

Looking at Mount Hyjal, where fighting was still taking place on the fringes of the battlefield, she said:
"The battle is over, the Corruptor is dead, what's next?"

"Next, let's go to the Star Sea."

Diakum glanced at the sky and said:
"Has Velen arrived?"

"Yes, I informed the High Prophet that the Lightforged Chapter's full-scale attack would deprive Stormwind of its support, and if the demons get close to the Dark Portal, it could even affect Draenor. Therefore, I invited the High Prophet to temporarily take over our defense of Stormwind."

Nari whispered:
“Velen is currently stationed at Northshire Abbey, but do you really want Velen to meet with Kil'jaeden? Is this really a good thing?”

“They can’t keep hiding from each other forever, Nelly. Some things have to be faced.”

(End of this chapter)