Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 633.1. Draenor, your loyal Margok is back!
"Ah, returning home in glory! No matter what world it is, this is really great. Thinking back to when I first came to Azeroth, I was just an arrogant ogre who didn't know the true meaning of power."

But look at me now.
Tsk, the first ogre graduate of this ancient academy, my portrait will be hung on the walls of Nassaras Academy for countless junior students to admire.

You know, I used to think this was just silly formalism, but after I was also listed, I realized it was Dean Blue Moon's good intention—to use the stories of us outstanding graduates to inspire other students to wholeheartedly strive towards the truth.

It must be said, this is truly a wonderful tradition.

At Northshire Abbey, Lord Margok, dressed in the robes of a distinguished graduate of the College of Natharas, was making a rather Versailles-esque remark, while His Majesty Kael'thas, who had come to take him home, looked completely indifferent.

They're just outstanding graduates; who isn't?
And no matter how great you, Margok, are, you'll still be ranked below me on the wall of outstanding graduates, won't you?
To be fair, this cannibal was really something else.

After enrolling, it completed the regular coursework of Nassaras Academy in nine months and, under the supervision of Dean Blue Moon, completed a very complex graduation project with exceptional efficiency.

While there is certainly some special care from Dean Blue Moon for "foreign friends," while Margok was born with two brains that allowed him to complete his studies with far greater efficiency than other students, and while the ogre wizard's bloodline can be traced back to the Protector Aggramar, making him a true Titan, thus giving him an innate sensitivity to arcane truth.

But none of this can erase the efforts of the cannibalistic wizard before us.

The fact that Margok accomplished in nine months what an ordinary mage might not be able to do in a thousand years fully demonstrates his terrifying talent and potential.

It was impossible for it to fully unleash its potential while staying in the countryside of Draenor, but Dean Bluemoon's superb teaching methods guided Margok onto the right path of truly understanding the truth.

It also carried the large scroll made from the Titan capacitor that Saint Diakum had given it before, but that thing was no longer what it used to be.

The capacitor is now wrapped in very fine, shimmering lightning, making it look like a miniature lightning storm constantly leaping across the artifact.

Kael'thas knew that this was Margok's graduation project.

His ogre friend, with astonishing creativity, combined the excellent blueprint of the Titan creations and simulated the shaping method of the Tide Stones to create a "Gatanon Scroll" for himself.

The capacitor in its hand can be seen as a "downgraded" version of the Tide Stone, which can forcibly mobilize the world's elements and freely convert all energy into arcane energy, ignoring elemental powers.

Although this thing is a downgraded version, Margok can make one by hand, so naturally he can mass-produce them.

In fact, the ogre overlord had already made several copies of the blueprints for this thing and sent them to Quel'Thalas, Nashharath, and Dalaran, and even to the trolls.

It's definitely not a free gift.

Considering the exorbitant price Kael'thas paid to obtain this "magical blueprint," which cost the Sun King dearly, Margok, who resold his artifact four times, would have easily rebuilt the glorious past of the ogre empire in Draenor from this wave of "knowledge payment" alone.

Yes.

The ogre leader wasn't selling knowledge of artifacts for his own pleasure; he was raising funds to "make the ogre empire great again."

It's hard to judge this behavior, but in any case, Margok has done a very good job so far in both the realms of "King" and "Arcanist".

"So, I'm curious, my friend."

The Sun King took out a flask of wine and three goblets from his magic bag and personally filled them for his friend.

He raised a glass of wine, and Margok laughed heartily, taking both glasses with his hands. In this simple farewell ceremony, Kael'thas drank the farewell wine and then softly asked:

"What exactly did you get from Dalaran in exchange for the knowledge of this Gatharine Scroll? I unexpectedly met Archmage Antonidas a few days ago, and he looked quite displeased when he mentioned this matter."

"Ha, that's a secret, of course I can't tell you."

The ogre leader squinted his three eyes and replied cryptically, but as he put down his wine glass, he reached out and patted Kael'thas on the shoulder, whispering:

"But we're like brothers, we've been through thick and thin together. I still have to say something. Look, that magical floating island in Dalaran is pretty good, right?"

I thought it was great, so I traded the drawings for another set of drawings.

A few years from now, once my 'Floating Hammer City' is finished, I'll definitely drive it across the astral plane to come see you. Don't be too surprised then."

"Ok?"

Kael'thas paused for a moment, then asked in return:
"Didn't you say you wanted so much stuff to rebuild the Ogre Empire? Why are you using it to build a floating city? Highmaul is the capital of your empire, isn't it? If you turn it into a floating city, what will happen to the ogres on the ground?"

"Tch, let them do whatever they want, what does it have to do with me?"

Margok gave a rather cold laugh and said:
"The ogre empire I want to rebuild is not the chaotic empire of the past. My friend, during my time at Nassaras Academy, I discussed this with some friends and even read the 'racial optimization' theories written by biologists and druids while resting in the library."

Those obscure theories of 'manual screening' and 'inheritance of advantages' were a revelation to me!

The biggest problem that led to the decline of the cannibal civilization was the instability of our race's bloodline.

Ogre wizards like myself are incredibly intelligent, possessing innate spellcasting abilities, but ordinary ogres are utterly stupid, spending their days eating and drinking. How can the Goria Empire be made great again by associating with such vermin?

I have realized that I can no longer let my people live such a carefree life.

I will begin now to modify the bloodline of the cannibals, removing the inferior genes and leaving only the superior ones.

Yes, I drew inspiration from the war specialization of the Shadow Swarm. I believe that if this tradition is passed down from generation to generation, one day my empire will be filled with high-quality ogre citizens.

By then, the ogre empire won't need me to revitalize it; they'll do it themselves.

"But your numbers were already small."

Kael'thas was not optimistic about this; he frowned and said:
“I once heard you say that the ratio of two-headed ogres to ordinary ogres is about 1:1000. This ratio is simply hopeless. With such a small sample size, there is no value in genetic evolution.”

"Hehe, I have my own way of dealing with that."

Margok gave a mysterious smile. Clearly, it had its own plan for expanding its tribe's numbers so rapidly, but it obviously couldn't tell anyone else.

Their conversation quickly came to an end.

Once Margok's luggage arrived, the ogre king prepared to leave Azeroth and return home.

It might not come back for decades, after all, it still has a lot of things to do in Draenor, and High Overlord Mar'gok's initial curiosity about the rampage of demons in Azeroth has turned into resistance and disgust.

This damned world is either at war or preparing for war.

Compared to this place, Draenor is a peaceful and beautiful paradise. In the year or so that he has been studying here, Margok has lost count of how many battles he has been inexplicably dragged into.

Although he is ambitious, he is indeed a leader who values ​​his life. If he continues to stay in Azeroth, who knows what kind of outrageous events he might get involved in.

For the sake of its own life, Margok decided to avoid coming to Azeroth unless absolutely necessary. It had finally glimpsed the arcane truths that led directly to the realm of lesser gods and wanted to live a few more years.

"and many more!"

Just as Margok and his burly "King's Guard" were carrying some large chests and preparing to return home through the Dark Portal, Kael'thas suddenly stopped them with a strange expression.

The Sun King frowned, sensing the unique energy pulses within these boxes.

Although each box was encrypted with multiple layers of energy, Kael'thas, as one of the most outstanding spellcasters in Azeroth, could still sense some very "familiar" auras within them.

After a moment, he said in surprise, "How did you get these things? Do you really think the guardians of the relics would willingly hand them over to you? When did you become so well-connected?"

"Are you kidding me? Do you think I don't know my own worth? In the grand stage of Azeroth, I, the ogre overlord, am just a nobody."

The ogre leader curled his lip and said:

"These things are not mine. I was just delivering goods for someone else. As for who wants these powerful items, and who has such influence that they can get all the races to willingly hand over the divine artifacts, you can probably guess without me saying it."

Don't ask too many questions, lest you get yourself into trouble you can't handle. Just pretend you didn't see it.

Alright, I'm leaving now. Remember to bring your wife and kids to Draenor for vacation next time!

I'll treat you well in my city, my friend.

Margok laughed and waved goodbye, carrying his Gatheon scroll on his back, and led his most trusted guards up the steps of the Dark Portal.

Many of these ogre guards also perished in Azeroth, but ogres don't care about returning to their homeland. Some ogres even chose to stay in Azeroth, and Margok had no objection to this.

As the leader of his tribe, seeing his people flourish in another world was an achievement for him. As for whether the ogres' terrifying reproductive ability would create a bunch of gluttonous bandits in Azeroth, that was not a problem Margok needed to worry about.

Given the power level of Azeroth, ogres only occupy a slightly higher ecological niche than "roadside monsters" like gnolls and murlocs; they can't possibly cause any real trouble.

However, perhaps because the "local specialty of Azeroth" it brought this time had a relatively high energy level, the process of passing through the Dark Portal was also lengthened several times over.

In the past, it would only take a few seconds to get there, but today it took several minutes of "stuck on the blue bar" before I finally saw the familiar and nostalgic sky of Draenor.

At this moment, Marco Polo stood on the steps of the Dark Portal, and he really wanted to look up to the sky and shout, "I, Hu Hansan, am back!"
When it left, it was just a legendary figure yearning for power, but now it has returned as a demigod with a solid foundation and a promising future. Who in this world of Draenor can speak loudly to it now?
"Hey, you cannibal over there! You're pretty arrogant, aren't you? Get down here right now! What are you trying to do, blocking the door?"

A cacophony of noise rose from the bottom of the Dark Gate staircase, causing Margok to glare down below. He then saw the Trading Prince of the Hot Sands Consortium sitting in his palanquin, waving impatiently.

Judging from its appearance, it seems to have just completed a survey of the "commercial market" in Draenor. It is estimated that the Hot Sands Consortium's shops will open here soon.

Margok's two faces immediately broke into smiles.

This guy is a real "tycoon". When he was building the floating city of Highmaul, if he didn't have enough money and needed to attract investment, this generous and insightful old man would definitely be the first choice.

The ogre leader and his guards made way for Prince Hot Sands, who was carried to the platform in a palanquin by four giants. After a few minutes, he signed an "Epixis Crystal Supply Contract" with Margok, and then left.

Although wealth cannot be called "power" in the world of supernatural forces, when someone has money to the extent that Prince Hot Sands has, no strong person with a brain would want to provoke him.

That guy, Atsuna, has such a wide network of connections!

It's said that its business has extended to the Dragon Islands, and it seems to have a very good personal friendship with the Vigilant. Therefore, no one knows what kind of outrageous bodyguard it will summon next.

As Margok descended the steps, it looked left and right and finally spotted the watchman leisurely fishing on the edge of the island beyond the mainland.

Saint Diakum returned to Draenor half a month ago, and judging from his appearance now, it's clear that the Vigilant is quite comfortable being able to escape the terrible environment of Azeroth.

Look how busy he is in Azeroth, even fishing. It's a miracle he doesn't get caught by those ambitious people.

So, small places also have their advantages.

When the pace of life slows down, the quality of life naturally improves.

"My sage, I have not failed you! I have brought back those treasures for you."

Margok stepped forward and called out solicitously, which made Diakum glare at it helplessly. It had been several hours since they caught a single fish, and this guy had chased it away with just one shout.

Just as the ogre leader lifted his magnificent robes to jump down and grab the fish that dared to escape and showed no respect, the vigilant hurriedly waved his hand.

Oh, it's not that bad.

He put away his luxurious jeweled fishing rod, followed the ogre to the guards, stroked the box in front of him, and asked:

"No one else noticed?"

“I transported it under the name of my own personal belongings, and apart from Kael'thas who came to deliver it to me, no one knew that the ‘Pillars of Creation’ had been sent out of Azeroth.”

Margok said:
“I’m just a nobody over there, and nobody pays any special attention to me.”

"Yes, Kael'thas is very tight-lipped; he's one of our own people we can trust."

Diakum crushed the chains made of Titan Iron, opened the chest and looked inside. Inside, wrapped in black velvet, were the Hammer of Khaz'goroth and the Tear of Elune.

The other two chests contained the Shield of Aggramar and a massive Tide Stone, respectively.

The last pillar of creation, the Eye of Aman'thul, is still in the city of Shaldore. Diakum can certainly get it if he wants, but Queen Azshara's body is preserved inside. Considering Azshara's current state, Dick does not intend to disturb the elves of Suramar.

"Hmm, I'm missing a self-defense accessory, but the remaining three are enough."

Dick picked up the Tear of Elune, put it in his bag, then closed the box and waved his hand, saying:

"Send them to the World Tree Tayara and hand them over to the Forest Spirit Sages. You don't need to worry about the rest. Hurry back to Highmaul. I heard that things have been quite unsettled within the Ogre Kingdom while you were away."

"Your race's excessively loose structure is a major problem. If you want ogres to be great again, you'll need to focus more on this aspect."

"What you're teaching me is that I already have a feasible idea."

Margok said respectfully:

"I intend to spend three thousand years to complete the first step of this plan. For this purpose, I even obtained the Lich Ascension Ritual from Dean Blue Moon. If I haven't touched the truth of arcane magic by the time my life ends, then I will not hesitate to find another way to prolong my life."

Unfortunately, by then it will be time to enter the realm of death.

"Just for now."

Diakum said in a subtle tone:

"Perhaps in the not-too-distant future, the harsh destiny of the Shadowlands will also change? Who says that liches can only walk the path of death? Such boring constraints are really meaningless."

Having the privilege of eternal life, we should make good use of it to pursue the truth of the stars.

Am I right?

Margok.

The ogre leader dared not answer, but its heart was pounding.

Hmm, praise to the vigilant one. It seems Saint Diakum already has a new target for conquest.

Holy indeed! The arcane path is about to be revived!

(End of this chapter)