Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 653, Section 21: The Space Greenskins Arrive on the Battlefield - I Heard the Call of My Homeland, and I Must Respond, As Always
"The Vigilant is wielding our sun as a 'warhammer' to beat those creatures of the abyss."

On the battlefield of Nagrand, looking up at the chaotic rolling light and the two streaks of light tearing through the dark clouds of the sky, the Lightforged Roar felt as if he had gone mad the moment he uttered those words.

This statement sounds like a dream, whether viewed from a logical or emotional perspective.

But what's frightening is that this is merely describing a fact at present.

Xiaohou didn't know the specifics of the situation at the Vigilant's place. He was just speaking from a warrior's perspective and simply felt that this kind of battle was really "cool"!
So, when will I be strong enough to grab the sun and smash the Void Lord's head?
Is there really any hope of reaching that kind of future in my lifetime?
"Still daydreaming? Hurry up and take people away! Gaia Anzongmu wants us to take people to meet up with her. She keeps saying something about 'the dark ages are coming'."

Xiaohou's beautiful fantasy was quickly interrupted by Gaiara's shout, causing Mag'han's war leader to purse his lips and glance longingly at the stirring "Battle of Heaven" in the sky, giving himself another wave of desire.

Behind him, Grommash's fortress had long since collapsed under the barrage of fire from the demon starships, but the warriors of the Warsong Clan had drunk their fill of war blood.

Demons and void creatures that tried to storm their homeland were mercilessly killed by these slashers. With the added weaponry of the Eredar, the Warsong Orcs' destructive power was elevated to new heights.

They felt they could stay here and fight until the end of time, but that was clearly just an illusion.

Demons and Void creatures are constantly surging into Draenor, and chaos has already broken out across Nagrand alone.

What was originally a war between the Draenors and demons has now become a war between demons and void creatures. The Draenors are now regarded as "roadside monsters" by both sides, and when things get heated, they are pulled together and attacked.

Of course, such arrogant actions often bring disaster upon incompetent attackers.

After all, it was just a few dishes, how could you be this drunk?

We orcs of Draenor, bearing the banner of Mag'har, may not be as skilled as the contestants on the grand stage of Azeroth, but we have at least fought alongside the Vigilant Saints in countless battles, both large and small.

You think you can wipe us out with just ordinary demons and faceless beings? Aren't you overthinking it?
At the very least, send over a few great demons or void monsters to give the brothers some fun.

However, the orcs have learned the importance of "retreating when necessary" by now. They should hurry up and leave while the intensity of the battle still allows them to break through and regroup. In a few hours, they might run into the Great Demon and Krahis in the street.

Both sides have really gone mad!
Each of them has its own reasons for continuing the fight, and thus the armies dispatched to tiny Draenor have long exceeded the number of soldiers needed to conquer the world.

What's even more terrifying is that they are still reinforcing their forces, determined to crush the enemy completely.

"go!"

Lightforged Garrosh mounted his Lightforged Dire Wolf, took a Mag'har banner from his lieutenant, and secured it to his back.

Just like a sword saint.

In fact, Little Roar had already passed the Blademaster trial of the Fireblade Clan. He looked quite dashing when he wielded his battle axe and started the whirlwind attack.

He charged ahead, followed by Gayala and Magh'han's war shamans.

Because this is a critical moment, the four elements of Draenor have bestowed all their powers upon the shamans at this critical juncture. Currently, the elemental powers that a shaman can mobilize depend solely on the shaman's own abilities.

Gaiara, a shaman who has seen the world of Azeroth, can summon the four elements of wind, fire, water, and earth with a wave of his hand to protect him, so as not to waste time in encounters along the way.

As Grommash rode his war wolf, he encountered a group of Voidwalkers emerging from a void rift. Leading them was a powerful Negative Subspace Walker, which howled and inflicted painful curses on all living things around it, instantly dispelling all the elements in its path.

But what awaited it was a blood howl that slashed down.

This thing was blessed by the fire of Sulfuras, which allowed it to break through the weapon's damage limit against energy creatures. Grommash seemed to be bathed in golden primordial fire, and with a headshot, he killed the arrogant Void monster. Upon landing, he leaped into the Voidwalker's territory and swung his battle axe in a fiery whirlwind.

The path of travel has been perfectly cleared.

But after running forward for only a few minutes, another group of demon guards blocked their way.

This "monster spawn rate" made even a war fanatic like Garrosh Hellscream curse loudly, "Damn it, is this still our Nagrand?"

How did Draenor turn out like this?
Despite their cursing, they still had to charge forward. As they charged out and were about to reach the sacred grounds of the Fireblade Clan, Garrosh was astonished to see a group of Gorian ogre wizards casting spells on the two sides of the mountain walls of Vaharor to block the demons' onslaught.

Samuro, the chieftain of the Fireblade clan and the Sword Saint, was fighting desperately on that mountain path.

He held a red-glowing battle sword in both hands. It was the Sword Saint's standard straight-bladed battle sword, but there was a strange hollow in the hilt, in which a blood-red crystal floated, just like the war heart of this "demon sword".

This thing is incredibly destructive!

Whether it's a low-ranking demon or a high-ranking demon, once cut down, they will basically die a painful incineration. The high-temperature blade has a weapon effect similar to "Ashbringer", allowing Samuro's figure to move freely, with only swirling ashes accompanying his deadly Swift Step.

Xiao Hou knew that this battle sword was a divine weapon forged by Samuro using the Kara crystal that had been given to him by the saint Diakum.

However, it wasn't forged in Draenor. It was a magical weapon created by Samuro after he and Garrosh went to Azeroth to participate in the Battle of Mount Hyjal, and he found the elves with whom he had fought.

If you look closely, you can even find the personal stamp left by Kael'thas, the Sun King, on the hilt of this thing.

Well, the Sun King is really going to great lengths to salvage his precarious reputation as a magician.

With Chief Fireblade's current combat prowess, if he could wield this weapon and win a few more battles that would shake the stars, the Fireblade clan might just acquire a new legendary artifact.

After all, their previous divine weapon, the Flaming Blade Sangsu, had already been destroyed.

"How did the ogres end up here?"

Little Howl led a group of wolf riders to rush up and help relieve the siege, while Gaiara led the remaining tribesmen to Garadar to protect the Old Mother and the Elemental Throne.

With a swift stroke of his blade, he killed the demon blocking his path and joined Samuro, then shouted:
"Highmaul has fallen?"

"Not yet, but I estimate it will be soon!"

Samuro and Little Roar stood back-to-back in the center of the battlefield. He shook the demonic blood off the blade of his crimson battle sword, then gripped it with both hands and held it upright beside him, whispering:

"The three-headed demon and an equal number of Void Warriors, along with their respective minions, were fighting each other in the city of Lord Margok. The ogre lord was unwilling to give up his capital, but if the situation continued to deteriorate, he had no choice but to retreat."

The main point is that we can't just focus on this 'doomsday war' right now.”

Samuro is a smart orc warrior.

He looked up at the exaggerated and magnificent battle of the gods in the sky and whispered:

"Haven't you noticed? The sun in Saint Diakum's hand is going out. That is our sun. Even if the saint wins in the end, Draenor will lose its sun, and darkness will eventually come."

I guess Gaia Anzom is going to take us to Shattrath City.

There are Naru there.

When darkness falls, the Naaru can light the night.

"I hadn't thought about that."

Xiao Hou suddenly realized, then grinned and said:

"It's all that damned Void Lord's fault! I wish I could rush over there right now and kill one of them."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a loud bang erupted from the sky.

The people on the battlefield were startled by the rumbling sound, and when they looked up, they saw the sky had "cracked open." A huge black creature, resembling a rhinoceros beetle but with strange tentacles, and still being burned by golden flames, crashed down towards Nagrand like a meteor.

Before the thing even hit the ground, the orcs clutched their heads and screamed in agony.

Even the demons are the same.

This object that fell from the sky clearly carried some kind of destructive power that could directly destroy the minds of mortals. Even though it had embarked on the path to "death," even the remains that fell to the earth were still a devastating pollution.

A Void Lord whose body was struck by the sun and torn apart!
Xiao Hou's jinx came true.

But this was nothing short of a disaster for the orc warriors here. Grommash and Samuro could only watch helplessly as the thing, unfortunately, crashed into Lake Skysong, and the water it stirred up instantly turned into a black, blood-stained liquid.

In the place where the Void Lord was dying, rift after rift opened, and more Void creatures were summoned into the material world.

"This is fucking ridiculous."

Xiao Hou, enduring a headache, turned around and roared:

"Quickly! Go to Garadar! Evacuate before that monster drives our people mad! We're going to Shattrath City! Set off immediately. Samuro, your holy land is doomed. If that thing isn't dealt with, the entire Nagrand plains will be polluted."
Ah, even a speck of dust from the war of the gods becomes a mountain on the head of a mortal.

"Stop lamenting, you're a soldier, not a poet!"

The Blademaster cursed:

"You go first! I need to tidy up here."

"it is good."

Little Howl whistled, signaling his Lightforged Warwolves to roar and charge forward. He then flipped onto one, leading the highly mobile wolf riders ahead.

But to be honest, Garrosh is very pessimistic about Garadar's current situation.

That place is too close to Tiange Lake!
A dying Void Lord crashing down would instantly drag Galadar into the corrupted "Divine Might." In the worst-case scenario, rushing over would most likely only result in seeing a group of already crazed "White Ghosts."

Along the way, he couldn't even see any demons swarming around him; instead, more and more void creatures rushed out of the rifts, which made his heart sink heavier and heavier.

Upon arriving in Galadar, the wailing and roaring from the camp made Growl's eyes widen in anger.

He was a Lightforged, and with the Heart of Wrath crystal in his chest, his resistance to the void was far greater than that of ordinary orcs. Holding Gorehowl, he summoned the fire of Sulfuras and strode into the camp. He was met by the terrified little girl Taresha, who was carrying the wailing Ghoul and running out.

These two little ones were blessed with some kind of blessing; a layer of golden light, like a holy shield, enveloped them, protecting them from harm in this place where the void concentration was extremely high.

A Faceless One was chasing two little guys, but Garrosh is a Lightforged now, how could he tolerate your behavior?

The faceless being was still gathering power with its flesh tendrils, preparing to kill the two little ones with one blow, when the next second it was blown in the head by a flying blood howl, and its filthy flesh burst into flames.

Garrosh cursed as he stepped forward, grabbed Gorehowl, then turned back to look at Taresha and Ghoul in her arms. He bared his teeth and said:
"Where is Gaia Anzong's mother? Why were you left wandering around here alone?"

"Old Mother is with the shaman by the lake. She says she's going to seal that terrifying thing that fell from the sky. The others are fighting with Gaiara on the other side. There are Faceless Men and Kheirs everywhere."

And then there are those limp Voidwalkers.

Taresa said with a terrified expression:
"The mountain guardian told me to take Guir and run away quickly. He insisted that I take Guir to the Lightforged, saying that Guir would support the future of the orcs in the next era."

"Pah, I'm not dead yet, it's not this little guy's turn."

Xiaohou gave a stern rebuke.

He couldn't let Taresha run out alone; Nagrand outside was already at the level of "Hellfire."

But he cannot abandon the orcs in Galadar.

Gaia Anzongmu has really lost her mind. That was a Void Lord that had fallen from the sky. How could a legendary shaman like her touch it?
Garrosh, who had been raised by his mother since childhood, could not stand by and watch the tragedy unfold. He left his dire wolf to protect Taresha and Ghoul, and charged in with his battle axe, cutting down the village without batting an eye. He quickly fought his way through the village and arrived at Swan Lake.

But unexpectedly, the orcs did not try to seal the monster again.

The four elemental lords appeared, enduring the void's corrosive influence as a churning mudstorm raged, attempting to press the entire Heavenly Song Lake underground to form a seal.

The old matriarch and the one-armed mountain guardian were leading the shamans in some strange ritual on the shore of Tiange Lake, with low wolf howls echoing as the "darkest night" descended.

Little Roar has seen the world.

Upon hearing that familiar wolf howl, his expression changed. He immediately rushed forward and grabbed the empty sleeve of the mountain guardian, "Gaolosh," and shouted:

"What are you summoning? Those guys aren't allowed to set foot on Draenor!"

"What time has it been!"

The mountain guardian turned around and roared:

"If Draenor could speak like Azeroth, guess how the world would answer you now? They are sinners, they deserve atonement, and they should be sent away after the war! But between 'death of all things' and 'accepting help,' you choose!"

Xiaohou fell silent.

He also felt that at this point, it was unnecessary to insist on these trivial details, so he silently took a few steps back and watched as the old matriarch called for the wolf pack to descend in a desolate voice. Amidst the white smoke that echoed like the Loa invocation ritual of the trolls, gates to the starry sky quietly opened.

Then, accompanied by a low howl, tens of thousands of black wolves transformed into different hunting packs and rushed out from the torn gate of the starry sea.

They come from different worlds, worlds where the Black Wolf God's hunting packs roam the sea of ​​stars.

In every world there is a greenskin clan that herds wolves. Those guys seem no different from before, but they raise different battle banners, wear armor of all sorts of styles, carry weapons, and ride black wolves from all over the starry sky back to their homeland.

When Draenor needed help the most, the exiled sinners returned.

The most extravagant thing is the star gate that hangs high in the dark sky. It is like a mirror, reflecting the unique starry sea on the other side.

That is clearly somewhere in the astral plane.

A burning planet was slowly moving forward, propelled by a demonic engine, and beneath the largest rift at the planet's center, in the menacing city of Felsteel, High Chieftain Kargath Bladefist wore the black and red cloak of the Gladiator King.

He sat on a war throne made of piled-up skulls of dead demons, with a five- or six-meter-tall black armored dire wolf lying on his left and a human female assassin standing with her hands clasped to her right.

In the Battlegrounds below Kargath, hundreds of thousands of demon slayers raised their weapons and roared in a frenzy.

The madmen in the Shattered Hand Abyss don't care where the High Chieftain will take them. As long as there are demon cubs there, as long as there is a place where they can unleash their blood of rebellion and slaughter, they are willing to follow him until they step into hell.

"Tch, it was a mistake to hand Draenor over to weaklings like you! What? You little brats from the Hellscream family can't beat demons, so you just glare at me like that, trying to kill me with your eyes? Look at you, so capable!"

If you're so fierce, why don't you go fight the devil?
"Tch, even with Lightforged and Heart of Wrath, you're still a noob! You're nowhere near Grom's level, trash!"

Kargath roared:

"Now, get out of our way! Don't block our path to have some fun."

(End of this chapter)