Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 395, Part 4. Hogg: How can I pretend to constantly defy fate? Waiting online, it's urgent - Bonus Chapter [55]

(Bonus chapter for "Zinc Lights the Lamp" brothers [5/5])
Prince Kael'thas Sunstrider has been quite relaxed for the past month.

As a magical advisor sent by his father to Marshal Lothar's side, he would stay in the mage tower in Karazhan specifically for him to conduct his magical experiments when there was no war.

Especially after Kael'thas's own handcrafted magical battleaxe "Destruction" was shattered by Garrosh Hellscream with Gorehowl in full view of everyone in Mount Hyjal, his pride wouldn't allow him to continue slacking off.

He vowed to pay close attention to the quality control of the magical items he made, and to ensure that such an embarrassing incident would never happen again.

This wasn't just a slap in Kael'thas's face; it was a slap in the backsides of all the spellcasters in Quel'Thalas.

But there's no need to worry about Kael'thas's life being monotonous. As a romantic and talented elven prince, Kael'thas is often accompanied by his fiancée, Lady Lanathel, making him a model of "a beautiful woman adding fragrance to the night while reading."

In this timeline, Lanathene is the granddaughter of Farondis. With family lineage, she is naturally a very powerful spellcaster. She grew up with Kael'thas from a young age and they were inseparable.

Even when Kael'thas was studying at the Nassaras Magic Academy, the strict Dean Bluemoon made an exception at the request of his old friend, allowing Lanathene and Kael'thas to share a dormitory.

It could be said that this girl had become accustomed to being Kael'thas's "shadow," and their companionship lasted for hundreds of years without any pregnancy. One can only say that Kael'thas's contraceptive measures were indeed very effective.

Hmm, maybe this is some kind of magical technique?

Hmm~ Using precious magic in this kind of place, it seems that even the seemingly dignified high elves are secretly quite eccentric.

Today, Kael'thas is in his laboratory, drawing upon the vast magical energy flowing beneath Karazhan to forge a long weapon for Marshal Lothar, intended for cavalry combat, in an effort to salvage the already precarious reputation of the "Kael'thas Crafted" weapon series.

Then he received a strange invitation from the Lightforged Chapter.

“My dear, Captain Faria invites you to join the Lightforged Chapter in one of its upcoming operations.”

Ms. Lana Thurs strode into the laboratory, handed her fiancé a gleaming invitation, and gently wiped the sweat from his brow with a handkerchief, saying softly:

"I've already agreed on your behalf. They're currently making preliminary preparations in Darkforge City. You can go directly to the Black Iron Bar to meet them tomorrow. We went there once during our trip."

I have a strong memory of the hard liquor there that makes you black out after just one sip and the lewd waitresses, so I won't be going with you this time.

"To slay the Flame Demon King?"

Kael'thas looked at the invitation in his hand with surprise, then blinked and said:
"Several hours ago, there was indeed an abnormal rampage of fire elementals in the Burning Plains and Blackrock Mountain areas. Was it because the Fire Demon King was trying to break through the elemental boundaries?"
No, it's not that simple.

He thought for a moment, then said to Lanathene:
"This may be a demonstration from mothers around the world!"
Lady Aegwynn previously emphasized that the seal on the elemental realms was about to be broken, and the ancient elemental powers would return to the world. Under these circumstances, targeting the most stubborn and tyrannical Balrog King was indeed a highly effective warning to the other elements.

"I don't care about any of that. I only care whether this expedition can help you complete your extremely difficult graduation project."

Lana Ser said sadly:

"We made a promise when we were in school together that we would get married after graduation, but Dean Blue Moon went crazy and gave you such a difficult graduation project. The wedding has been delayed for almost three hundred years."
"The beautiful wedding dress I prepared will go out of style if I don't wear it soon."

"Don't worry, your wedding dress is already out of style."

Kael'thas raised an eyebrow, deliberately teasing his fiancée, and said:

"Especially after the Highborne, known for their unrestrained lifestyle, have had more contact with us, their influence will inevitably affect Quel'Thalas society sooner or later. But don't worry, I already had a tailor make you an evening gown just like Queen Azshara's when we had the meeting in Nathan's City."

That's an ancient style that only the Highborne retain.

"Hmph, that's pretty much it."

The prince's fiancée had her fist raised, but in the end she gently touched her husband's handsome face and left a hickey on his neck.

Honestly, the pressure on an ordinary girl when she's with Prince Kael'thas is indescribable.

Few women can accept a husband who is more beautiful, elegant, and has a better temperament than themselves. What's worse, his skin is also better than theirs, and he uses more cosmetics every day.

Few people know that Kai has a special "makeup bag" filled with all sorts of alchemical cosmetics that handsome princes use to maintain their appearance.

Alas, it's hard to be a prince, and it's even harder to be a handsome and perfect prince.

"It's a pity that my good friend, Hegemon Margok, has already reported to the Nassaras Academy, otherwise I could have discussed the mysteries of elemental and fire magic with him this time."

Kael'thas sighed and said:
"Without that ogre overlord's erudition and humor, Karazhan has become quite deserted. Marshal Lothar's army reorganization will take at least six months to complete. Perhaps it's time to go out and take a break. As you said, this time we must finish that graduation project that's been delayed for three hundred years!"

I really don't want to get criticized by Dean Lan Yue every time I go back to school.

You know, Dean Blue Moon can be quite harsh and hurtful when she's being sarcastic.

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"Huh? My name is Hogg! That's right, boss."

On Flame Peak, facing Diakum's question, Hogg Wolf, whose entire body was burned off, jumped up like a spring.

It stood at attention for a moment, then said in a rather obsequious manner:

"Well, boss, I didn't do anything bad during the Battle of Stormwind. Especially after the Tower of Azura was destroyed, I ran away and stayed far away from the Stormwind Kingdom under your protection. I didn't dare to hurt anyone anymore."

Cough cough, I've been eating vegetarian food lately!

Don't believe me? Ask Reddred! Don't just stand there and watch, say something!

Hogg glared at his "partner".

But Red was in no mood to vouch for it. Hogg simply couldn't comprehend just how powerful Diakum was intimidating the orcs. Long before the Greenskins arrived in Azeroth, Diakum's reputation was enough to terrify the War Horde.

Despite having such a huge advantage at the start, the Blackhand Chieftain was completely overthrown by this Eredar.

This guy is the nemesis of the greens!
Therefore, when Dick turned his gaze, Red immediately stood up straight and said loudly:

“Reporting to the Vigilant, we are only temporarily stranded in Azeroth. The Horde will send someone to pick us up once they have settled in other worlds! I swear, I will not stay in Azeroth for even a second longer.”

"Why are you so nervous?"

Dick looked at Red Blackhand with a strange expression, especially at the guy's bald head, which was almost identical to his father's. He said:

"Do you really think I don't know about your connection with Griselda Blackhand? Your sister is much smarter than you. Every time she contacts you, she proactively writes a report and submits it to Nelly."

take it easy.

I will not take any coercive action against you.

"I promised Lekanth that I wouldn't get too involved in the war between the Orks and humans, and after the Battle of Mount Hyjal, my personal grudges with you all came to an end because of Grommash Hellscream's profound confession."

He emphasized:

"I can't control how the other Draenei treat you, but the Lightforged Chapter won't care if you stay, as long as you don't do anything provocative in front of us."

"No, Vigilant Saint."

Mam Blackhand shouted:
"We all avoid you when you're around."

Seeing how perceptive the two brothers were, Diakum couldn't help but tease them, saying:

"But your father died by my hand. As orcs, shouldn't you avenge him?"

"Uh."

This "life-or-death question" made the Black Hand brothers exchange a glance. Under Hogg's extremely tense gaze, Red sighed and said:
“I once had such thoughts, but my sister’s ‘Iron Fist of Love’ taught me a lesson, especially after the curse of the demon blood dissipated. I realized that Griselda was right. Father died in a one-on-one battle with you in Makgora. For an orc, this is no disgrace.”

“You have returned my father’s weapons and remains to Grisada, so that my father can rest in peace in his grave in his hometown.”

Maim also sighed and said:

"This is the best ending a father could have. At least he didn't have to leave his hometown like we did and never be able to return to his ancestral land. Therefore, we brothers are only grateful to you personally."

Most importantly, we can't beat them.

While challenging the strong is a virtue among orcs, when the difference in strength is too great and there is no reason to start a war, it is not an honor to challenge but a death sentence.

In our culture, willingly throwing one's life away is the act of a coward.

"Hmm, not bad. Having this kind of mindset means that even if you stay in Azeroth, you won't become a source of chaos."

The Watcher highly praised the Black Hand Brothers' "enlightenment," which relieved Hogg, who was watching from the sidelines. Now he didn't have to worry about the Black Hand Brothers getting splattered with blood when they provoked the Watcher and were instantly killed.

Hogger wanted to establish a war tribe of gnolls, and for him, Red, Maim, and Moira were perfect partners. Finding such talent in the Eastern Continent was extremely difficult these days.

But the next second, it heard Diakum's voice in its ear. "Tell me, what is Lekanthos planning to do with all these gnolls?"

Faced with the Vigilant Saint's question, Hogg dared not hide anything and spilled out all his plans, even recounting how he had learned from Orgrim how to rule and lead.

After listening, Diakum frowned slightly.

"The gnoll kingdom of Dragon Isles? Fernskin Valley?"

他 说:

"Well, for most mortal forces, that place is a very dangerous target. They are the true overlords of the Azure Forest, and it is said that even the brute-force Walrus People have to avoid them."

Lecanthos probably didn't tell you the truth because he was afraid of scaring you.

But Hogg, the gnolls of Fernskin Valley are different from you gnolls. The gnolls there are an 'enhanced version,' because the unique nature of Dragon Isles has allowed them to retain their ancient, brutal power.

Not only are they taller and more ferocious than you, but they are also smarter and more bloodthirsty.

Most importantly, the gnolls there have a civilization system that has lasted for thousands of years, and they have formed a rather exaggerated power entity under the leadership of hunting priests.

Let alone a legendary gnoll like you, there is likely a gnoll lord of demigod rank living in that valley.

Of course, those were sublimated individuals forcibly created using corrupt and evil magic.

"what?!"

Hogg was dumbfounded.

It had previously thought that the gnoll kingdom on Dragon Isles was simply a large population, but after hearing the Vigilant Saint's explanation, it was completely dumbfounded.

A demigod-level gnoll lord?
Even if it's just a fake demigod created by evil magic, how the hell is it supposed to fight it?

But it's too late to refuse now. He had ordered his wolf spirit priests to strengthen the boys in the Black Swamp, which meant he had already received the Black Wolf God's War Blessing. Now, he couldn't run away.
Hiss, even his own gnoll overseer wouldn't let it go.

Hogg's face turned deathly pale.

To be honest, it's not easy to see a gnoll's face turn deathly pale.

Ah, thinking about it carefully, Orgrim Doomhammer also showed a strange expression after hearing about my grand ambitions. No wonder he was so dedicated to teaching me and even set up a whole plan for my growth and expansion.

Damn!

The green-skinned man must have realized the difficulty of the matter, but he chose to continue deceiving himself along with the Black Wolf God.

Ugh, these green-skinned creatures are so wicked!
Hogg was initially discouraged, but then it realized what was going on.

It scratched its head and cheeks for a while, then looked at Diakum and asked in a low voice:
"So, the gnoll kingdom of Fernskin Valley and the walruses are enemies? What if I ally with the walruses?"

"Then you'll have to think of something."

The vigilant whispered:

"Although the walrus people are friendly, gaining their friendship is not easy. I've heard that most walrus tribes are concentrated on the coast of Northrend. If you can gain the approval of the walrus elders there, then when your 'War Horde' sets foot on the Azure Forest, you might actually have a large army accompanying you."

But Hogg.
If your tribe can defeat the gnolls of Fernskin Valley, it means your kingdom has reached a terrifying level. Given the gnolls' ferocious nature, I hope you can keep them in check.

If war breaks out again, although I am unlikely to participate, the Holy Light may become your enemy at that time.

"Don't dare."

Hogg, with his head down, said:
"I've thought it all through. After I fulfill the Black Wolf God's request, I'll lead my tribe to join the Black Wolf God's hunting party in the Star Sea, just like the Greenskins. I'll give all my most powerful creatures to the Great God Lycanthos in exchange for my own peaceful life until I die of old age."

Honestly, looking back now, the happiest time of my life was the night when I was a child and went with my tribesmen to steal pumpkins from Marco's farm.

I was naive back then, but after I had enough to eat and drink, I didn't have many worries.

Now that I'm smarter, troubles have arisen, and they're impossible to cut off.

This guy still looks so sad, it's really hard to keep your composure.

Hogg didn't react until Red kicked it. It rubbed its paws together and said to Diakum:

"Are you going to launch an expedition against the Balrog King? To be honest, we have just reached some agreements with the Dark Iron Dwarves. If they need help, we can send people as well. Of course, this is a contribution to the peaceful cause that the Holy Light desires!"

If it is not too much trouble for you, we hope to convey a little goodwill to the people of Stormwind through your warriors.
Honestly, I didn't form the gnoll clan to fight them.

I also know they're going to fight in the northern frontier next; I would never launch a surprise attack on them at a time like this.

"Hogg means that it hopes to sign a formal truce with Marshal Lothar."

Maim Blackhand explained:
"Right now, its tribes only occupy the Black Swamp, a place humans can't enter. But the gnolls really like the swamp environment, so it's actually a good thing that the two sides have drawn a border in the Forged Hills. In addition, the gnolls hope to reclaim their ancestral lands in the Redridge Mountains."

That's their ancestral territory here.

"Then send an envoy to talk to Lothar."

Dick, leaning on Kazzak's Soul-Binding Staff which emitted a halo of light, waved his hand and said:

"I am not your mouthpiece. My energy is limited and I must focus on more important matters."

The Black Hand brothers and Hogg immediately retreated, not daring to disturb the esteemed saint from contemplating those important questions.

As the three men exchanged glances, they seemed to have figured out Saint Diakum's attitude toward these matters: he didn't care about the grudges between mortals, which was truly good news.

Before long, around the Black Iron dwarves of Flame Peak, where a bunch of drunkards were lying on the ground, a verdant dream gate quietly opened, and another group of people summoned by Diakum emerged from it one after another.

Leading the group was a robust minotaur druid, but his head, hair, shoulders, and hands were wreathed in strange flames, and he had a solemn and dignified expression, as if he were about to be cremated to produce "relics".

The elves and tauren druids following behind it were also like this, their most distinctive feature being that they were all wreathed in flames.

This is the Flame Druid!
Their exact name within the Cenarion Circle is "Sunwalker Druid".

The reason for this name is twofold: firstly, it aligns with the wild demigod these creatures worship and follow, the sun spirit Lady Rukma; secondly, the Tauren, animistic society, does indeed have an ancient tradition of worshipping the sun.

The Sunwalkers also came with Hamuul Runetotem.

These big black oxen are now "officially enlisted" and are eating the royal food of the Vigilant Saint.

They are part of the Lightforged Chapter, and elite paladins such as Dawnbreaker Chieftain Dezko have even accepted Lightforged and become true "Great Horned Bulls of Light".

I've come along to join in the fun and also to help Hamuul Runetotem refine the doctrines and power system of the Sun Druids.

There is nothing we can do about it.

For a druid faction to be formally established, it must establish a connection with a wild demigod. Although there is old Anzu as the guide, Rukhmar is dead and his resurrection is nowhere in sight. Therefore, the lineage of the Sun Druids is actually incomplete.

They even needed the Lightforged to teach them the "Solar Storm" technique.

This can't go on like this!
“The Sacred Flame of Safras is the flame of creation and also the flame of healing. After I explained this to my mentor, he was very supportive of my participation in this activity.”

Hamuul Runetotem bowed respectfully to Diakum and said aloud:
"If the Firelord does not intend to submit to the order of this world, if it wants to challenge the majesty of Mother World, then we Fire Druids are willing to become Mother World's punitive hand."

"This is just the beginning."

Diakum reminded him:
"You need to inform your mentor that the release of the Elemental Frontier will cause elemental forces to fluctuate worldwide. If the Cenarion Circle intends to get involved, they need to prepare as soon as possible. We'll discuss the rest at the Black Iron Bar."

I've heard it's the liveliest place in the entire Eastern Kingdoms, even in all of Azeroth. As an 'alien,' I'm very curious to see for myself."

"About this."

Big Black Bull Dezko stepped forward, chuckled憨憨地, and said to Diakum:

“I have an old friend named Rape who sings at the Black Iron Bar. When he was young, he and Kane formed a band called ‘Tauren Chieftain’.”

Although Kane later succeeded as chieftain and stepped down, Rapi persisted in his Tauren musical dream, believing he could spread 'love and peace' in this way. But in my opinion, that guy was just using music as a pretext to seduce girls from all races.

In short, the Black Iron Bar is Rape's territory.

With it here, we'll definitely get the best treatment at the Black Iron Bar.

"Wait a minute? A Tauren's musical dreams? Wow, you Tauren are really something else."

(End of this chapter)