Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 79: 34. The Burning Legion's treatment is great, and the employee benefits are not bad! The magic blood vessels are enough [Additional update 37/50]

(Additional update for brother “Huo Zheng Ting Hao” [2/10])
Hard labor is the "special profession" of the orc race.

For this tribe that worships strength, those thin, cowardly, timid, and disabled orcs are often not valued from birth to growth. Some clans will even "clean up" such weak people to maintain their own strength.

For example, the Blackrock Clan has a similar cruel tradition.

But there are always some orcs who are not suitable to be warriors and can survive to adulthood. There are actually many paths for them to choose from. They can make a living by becoming merchants, animal trainers, shaman apprentices, craftsmen, etc. However, if they are so stupid that they cannot even learn the traditional orc craft of raising pigs and cannot become a qualified swineherd, then becoming a laborer is the only career choice.

Or they could just be like the lame Gul'dan, expelled from their clan and left to fend for themselves in the wilderness.

Of course, even those orcs with warrior talents have to go through a period of hard labor after adulthood to train their patience, tenacity and will. From this point of view, the growth of orcs actually has a kind of "equal treatment" beauty.

However, for a true warrior, this is just a simple "ritual"!
After one or two battles, they will always be selected by the warlord and awarded with armor and weapons, becoming the glorious defenders and fierce plunderers of the clan. As for those guys without talent, they can only silently "shine" for the clan in the position of hard labor.

They are the warriors' attendants. In peacetime, they are responsible for a series of tasks such as sharpening weapons, preparing food, feeding wolves and cleaning beast dens. In wartime, once the fighting becomes tense, the laborers also need to be armed and serve as cannon fodder.

But honestly, if a clan is reduced to needing armed laborers to defend its territory, then it is only one step away from destruction. Even the weakest laborers have difficulty dealing with the cunning and weak iguanas.

It is really difficult for them to become qualified warriors.

At this time, under the interested gaze of Chief Blackhand, the four laborers who were summoned to the clan hall were drinking the "Blood Rage Potion" handed to them by the warlocks.

The cowardly appearance of these guys fits the warriors' stereotype of hard labor. They are covered in dust, and years of hard work have made their eyes dull, and even their speech is a little unclear. The chief's guards have prepared crude weapons for them, but these guys dare not pick up those things in front of the chief.

They were afraid of being put to death for disrespecting the chief.

But after drinking the strange green viscous liquid that emitted a faint fluorescent light, the four laborers quickly changed.

They rubbed their stomachs irritably, and soon their eyes were filled with bloodshot. Along with suppressed growls and heavy breathing, their weak bodies quickly swelled up as if they were infused with strength.

Under the astonished gaze of Blackhand and the guards, the powerless bodies of these laborers actually had bulging muscles, as if the potions had changed them on a physiological level.

Their breath grew hot, and their weak minds were replaced by something far more violent.

They raised their heads and scanned the surroundings like wild beasts. The warriors who had intimidated them in the past were stared at fiercely by them, and they kept whimpering provocatively, like violent fighting dogs. The most important thing was that this was not a mental bewitchment but they really had the power.

"Fight!"

The chief flexed his fingers, narrowed his eyes, and instructed:

"Everyone chooses an opponent!"

"Great Chief, I alone am enough to deal with these fools who don't know their own identities!"

The guard who brought the laborers here was very annoyed by the aggressive looks of these four guys. He volunteered to fight, and after getting the agreement, he did not use any weapons, but grabbed the rough stick at hand.

For a warrior who has experienced many battles, he has his own honor and disdains to use weapons to bully civilians. The Fire Blade Sword Masters who have a high reputation in all clans also often say that weapons are used to challenge the strong rather than bully the weak!

"Well, I advise you to be more serious, sir."

Gul'dan narrowed his eyes and offered a hypocritical word of advice, but received only a disdainful look.

This made the warlock sneer, and with a wave of his hand, it was like an order was issued. The four laborers who drank the devil's blood immediately grabbed their weapons and rushed towards their opponents with howls.

This scene made the chief shake his head in dissatisfaction.

Hard work is hard work!

He has no combat training at all, and his combined attacks are not even organized. He is a completely brainless beast. As expected, trash is trash. Even if he has obtained the qualification to fight against warriors with the blood rage potion, he cannot possess all the qualities that a warrior should have.

In his opinion, Gul'dan's potion was very good and could add many powerful soldiers to the clan, but if this potion gained strength at the cost of burning the already limited sanity, then its value would be greatly weakened.

However, a few seconds later, the chief suddenly stood up from the throne.

He saw that the four laborers were not easily defeated because of his disorganized fighting style.

True, they swung their weapons carelessly, like rocks, but their brute strength made up for their lack of skill. Their own guards didn't take it seriously at first, and ended up having their sticks broken at the first clash of weapons.

He was stunned and was hit in the chest by the battle axe. Fortunately, he was wearing armor and the crude weapon was not sharp.

But even so, its brutal power still almost knocked down the battle-hardened warrior. This contact made the chief guard realize that something was wrong, and he stopped being stubborn. He rolled out, picked up his warhammer, and then began to attack cautiously as if he were facing a real enemy.

He chose the most correct way to deal with it.

Charging forward alone against four people is simply courting death!
After all, the inability to crush the enemy with overwhelming strength means that two fists cannot beat four hands, and not every orc warrior can win with outstanding skills like the sword master.

This powerful guard had to keep moving to pull the opponent, find the right opportunity in the constant blocking to knock one down with a hammer, then use the same trick to knock down another one, and finally rush forward, swing the hammer and end the battle with a powerful whirlwind slash.

"Huhu."

The chieftain's guard gasped and placed his blood-stained war hammer on the ground.

He looked at the four laborers in shock and touched the scars on his armor. He felt a sense of fear in his heart. If he had not been wearing armor, he would have been a corpse without any honor.

"Indeed, although you still can't defeat a real warrior, your bravery is enough to qualify as a qualified recruit."

Chieftain Blackhand nodded with satisfaction.

The "gift" from Gul'dan made him very happy, and his disgust for Gul'dan's failure in Shadowmoon Valley also dissipated a little, but the ancestor warlock laughed low and said:
"No, Chief, my gift is more than that. Please wait patiently for a few more minutes."

"Ok?"

As the great chief looked on in astonishment, a minute later he saw the laborer who was knocked down first rubbing his head and getting up, and then the three guys also stood up again, covering their wounds.

In a real fight, his guards would not hold back, and these four guys should have been dead!

Surprised, Blackhand personally walked down from the throne to check their injuries and found that the bones shattered by the war hammer had actually begun to heal, and the skin injuries were recovering extremely quickly, showing the exaggerated vitality of these "Blood Rage" warriors.

"It's almost as powerful as an ogre's self-healing ability!"

Black Hand exclaimed:
"Your potion is very good, I am very satisfied with it, but can it be made in large quantities?"

"Of course, my great chief, how dare I send you a half-finished product? As I said, it took the Shadow Council a long time to find the right formula, but we can provide you with this medicine continuously."

Gul'dan explained beside him:
"It can transform a laborer into a warrior, but the laborer's talent and physical fitness are too poor to fully realize the potential of this drug!

Once a legendary warrior like you drinks it, your strength will be greatly increased in a very short time. You will have a life as strong as a clefthoof, and your anger will be as deadly as an electric elephant!
Of course, I know that a great leader like you who pursues glory and the future of the clan will definitely not enjoy this honor alone!

Therefore, I think you should gather the chiefs and outstanding orc warriors together and distribute this potion to them as your gift to strengthen the fighting power of the entire tribe.

If they are willing to drink it, it means they are submitting to your will.

If they refuse this honor
Haha, your tribe needs unity, and obviously doesn't need those weak-minded potential separatists."

"Yeah, that's right, that makes sense."

Blackhand nodded, thinking that Gul'dan's suggestion was very good and it hit the mark of his worries.

Since the establishment of the tribe, he has been asking each clan to send elite warriors to his command to train the army, but so far, except for those small clans, the large clans occupying various regions have delayed this order as much as possible.

Especially the conservative and traditional Frostwolf Clan and White Claw Clan acted as troublemakers!

Perhaps the current call is also an opportunity to demonstrate their strength and seek unity. Most importantly, the Draenei defeated the orcs in the war in Shadowmoon Valley, which means that the blueskins are also preparing for war.

It is reasonable and logical for me, as the chief, to convene a clan meeting to discuss strategies.

"Tell me honestly! Is there any flaw in this potion?"

Warchief Blackhand looked at the four laborers and said to Gul'dan:

"I know you warlocks always like to keep things secret, but this potion needs to be distributed to the warriors of the entire tribe. As the chief, I must ensure that its side effects are within controllable limits!"

"Well, there are flaws."

Gul'dan made a helpless expression and sighed:

"There is no such thing as perfection in this world. Your wisdom is as great as your strength, my great chief. You see, because the potion increases life, it is almost like a rebirth, so their skin will change from a healthy brown to the same green as mine."

"What kind of flaw is that?"

Black Hand curled his lips and said:
"It's just a change in skin color. There are still those disgusting white orcs in Nagrand, and I didn't kill them all, did I? Those lunatics of the Shattered Hand clan love to hurt themselves, which is much more serious than the green skin problem, but that's their own crazy tradition, and you haven't seen me interfere.

I seek only conquest and victory, and it is worth paying a price for it!"

“Yes, you are a benevolent and traditional ruler, we all know that.”

Gul'dan flattered him again, saying casually:
"Also, because the Blood Rage Potion stimulates rage, warriors will be very bloodthirsty for a long time after drinking the potion.
What I mean is that if they can't find enough enemies, they may turn their weapons against their own people, driven by their unquenchable rage. Only constant fighting can make them feel satisfied, and only long-term battles can consume their energy.

This potion makes them very irritable, but besides fighting, mating can also relieve those emotions that have nowhere to vent." "Well, this is a bit troublesome."

Blackhand frowned and said:
"Uncontrolled warriors are a scourge to both sides of the conflict, and those who cannot control their anger with their willpower will only lead to their own destruction. Is there no way to appease them?"

"Yes, we warlocks have secret methods that can temporarily calm them, but the anger caused by the blood rage potion will accumulate and must be released."

Gul'dan narrowed his eyes and said:

"I suggest you plunder a large number of blue-skinned women. They're just like animals, and they'd be great for the belligerent warriors to pass the time."

"No! That would cause them to give birth to a freak like Hav Olsen!"

Black Hand immediately refused:
"This is a humiliation to the pure bloodline. It would be better to let the prisoners of the Bleeding Hollow Clan... Well, what I mean is, there is always a way to solve this kind of thing, and war! Aren't the blue skins already preparing for war?

There would be enough war to keep the soldiers amused.

Speaking of 'Hafer Osen', I remember there was an assassin by your side?
Where is she?"

"Well, I wanted to announce the good news to you after that matter was over, my wise chief, but I didn't expect you to discover what your servants were doing first."

Gul'dan said respectfully:
"I sent that assassin, Havrosen, to help you deal with 'Old White Claw' Zagrel, who has been resisting your rule. That old fellow has been colluding with other clans, both openly and covertly. He cowardly believes that war isn't the only way to resolve the conflict between us and the Blueskins.

Clearly, he is not submitting to your authority!

It is not your place to dirty your hands with such a traitor. This matter should be done by us loyal servants. Please be patient and good news will come soon.

The fall of the White Claw clan will serve as a wake-up call to other wavering guys!
Will they choose to follow you and pursue glory? Or will they choose to stand on the wrong side and face destruction?
Do you choose strength? Or do you choose weakness?
Yes, it is a choice and they must answer the right answer for you, my High Chief.

Now, please allow your humble servant to leave for a while. We will then prepare a large number of bloodrage potions for you. This will take a lot of time, but I promise that by the time the other chiefs gather in the Nataan Jungle, you will have enough war weapons.

Oh, by the way, it will take some manpower to prepare the raw materials for the potion.

I know that my clan has been taken back by you, wise chief, can you allow them to continue to serve me for the time being? This way, I can improve faster and better."

"go Go."

Chieftain Blackhand impatiently waved his legendary hand, which was forged from magma, and said:

"You always have a way to get what you want from me, cunning Gul'dan, but remember! These things are given to you by me, and I can take them back at any time, including the dirty things your Shadow Council did in private. Don't think I don't know!

As long as you are wholeheartedly serving the interests of the tribe, I can temporarily turn a deaf and dumb.

But if you go too far, don't blame me for being ruthless."

"Of course, of course, my great chief, I will restrain my incompetent and cruel students."

Gul'dan made a fearful expression and slowly walked out of the clan hall with his cane. The chief watched him leave and then glanced at the four laborers in front of him.

Although these guys were afraid of him, their uncontrollable anger still drove them to rebel against the authority of the chief, which made Blackhand very unhappy.

But when he thought that all the laborers under his command would become such qualified soldiers in the future, his mood improved and he generously forgave this little unpleasantness.

"Give them armor and weapons!"

The Great Chief said:

"Assign them to my daughter as her servants and see how she tames these four beasts. This will also prevent others from accusing me of treating the children differently. Alas, it would be great if Griselda could truly become Draka, the heroine of the Blackrock Clan. I'm afraid she only has ambition but no talent."

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"So, your chief happily accepted the blessing of the demon blood?"

A teasing and sarcastic voice rang out from the Legion communicator in front of Gul'dan. In the weaving of red beams, Cenarius the Defiler, with only his upper body exposed, had an undisguised malice on his evil and violent face. He said:
"So, you need a large amount of Mannos' blood to strengthen your people?"

"Yes, my noble master."

Gul'dan knelt before the communicator and said humbly:

"We've tried many kinds of demonic blood, and ultimately discovered that only the blood of the Abyss Lord can bring the orcs the most extreme rage enhancement. I know you'd prefer to use the blood of your servants to accomplish this, but unfortunately, neither the Supreme Wolf Spirit nor the Destroyer's demonic blood can achieve perfect compatibility with orcs.

Perhaps we can tweak the proportions to get the perfect recipe, but unfortunately we don't have that much time!

The Vigilant Saint from the Draenei side is a real problem. I also heard that he earned his stripes by slaying demons in the Blueskins' homeland."

"Indeed, even a 'latecomer' like me, the 'Holy Light Butcher' Diakam, has heard of his exaggerated victories. However, those were achieved with the blessing of Argus's Star Soul, not his own true strength.

So there’s no need to worry too much.”

The Defiler paid no attention to Diak'um's threat and spoke to Gul'dan with little interest:

"I had intended to personally resolve the minor troubles in Draenor, but unfortunately, I just received an important piece of news that may be related to my 'homeland'. Therefore, my army of withered demons will begin preparing a 'return home' death expedition.

Although the main force cannot go to Draenor to assist you in your demon ascension, my servant, you do not have to worry about your fate.

I will send a demigod to oversee the battle and coordinate with your actions.

It just so happens that I heard that your orc tradition worships the will of the wolf pack, right?"

"Yes, wise polluter."

Gul'dan explained:

"Ancient shamanism includes rituals for signing war pacts with ghost wolves. Shaman masters command the spirits of wolves and gain the respect of countless warriors by navigating the mortal world. Tradition-respecting clans like the Frostwolf and White Claw even use wolves as their totems.

We orcs live nomadically, and whether we are on the plains of Nagrand or in the cold winds of Frostfire Ridge, wargs are our best companions.

So as you said, all orcs worship the fierce and united power of the wolf pack.

But you are paying attention to these things, are you planning to..."

"Yes, I will let the dark 'Slayer' Lycanthos lead his ghostly wolves into your little world. I will bring a black tide of wolves to Draenor! The best part is, the orcs who have drunk the devil's blood will be able to walk with the wolves."

The polluter laughed and said:
"You like wolves, so I'll give you wolves! But it's up to you to decide how to integrate the Slayer into your plan. Since I have no intention of going there in person, you will have to fulfill my responsibilities!

Remember, Gul'dan!
In addition to defeating the Draenei clan, the fragment of the star soul will they hid in Auchindoun must be obtained as soon as possible and sent back to Argus so that I can demonstrate my talent and strength in front of "that lord".

Facts will prove that the Conqueror is nothing but a coward in front of me, and the Shaper is nothing but a fool who plays with sweet words! "

"Of course, of course, my lord, your loyal servant will do his best to do this for you."

Gul'dan's eyes lit up, and he said:

"I happen to have a plan against Vigilante Diak'um. If we can use the power of the Slayer to accomplish this great task, the Horde's slaughter of Draenor will be much smoother. The blueskins see the ancient saints as their response to the war, so we should remove their pitiful symbol in the most brutal way possible!

Yes.

The humiliation the Vigilante inflicted upon me must be repaid tenfold!"

"Very good revenge, it makes me happy, Gul'dan, you must act properly, you have already failed once, even if I am willing to give you the little mercy I have left, but the Burning Legion does not need losers to become one of us.

This is my final warning to you!"

The Polluter warned in a cold tone, and then as the ashes dispersed like burning dead vines, the Legion communicator stopped working.

Gul'dan stood up and limped to his workbench to continue working on his unfinished spell.

His expression was calm, as if everything that had just happened was just a disguise. His attitude towards the Polluter and Blackhand was so similar, as if using sweet words to win the other party's favor and recognition had become the instinct of this ancestor warlock.

As for what is hidden beneath that flattering appearance, only he himself knows.

The cause of the tribe?
Haha, when he was expelled from the clan because of his disability and wandered in the wilderness, he never saw any kind-hearted orcs from any clan take the initiative to help him. When he was most desperate, he prayed for the power of elements just to survive. If there was even a hint of response at that time, even if it was just a handful of rainwater as a refreshing spring to moisten his throat, he would exist as the most devout elemental shaman for the rest of his life.

but no!
When he was at his wit's end, the elements that he regarded as his last straw gave up on him so easily.

He was weak and desperate, on the verge of death. When he let out the most helpless cry, only the fel energy responded to him! It was the only power he could rely on, but the fel energy was so generous that Gul'dan soon tasted the power and dignity he had never experienced in the first half of his life.

Yes!

This was never a Horde cause, and it had nothing to do with the rise of the orcs. Draenei? Who cares if those blueskins who have power but don't know how to use it live or die?
This is just the path of demon ascension that Gul'dan has forged for himself, this is just the path of glory that he has created for himself.

That's it.

Let Draenor burn!
I never thought of saving this weak, cruel, and heartless world, so I will set it on fire with my own hands! In savoring the delicious embers left after the world is burned, I will finally get what I want. I will finally set foot on the sea of stars and become the Overlord of Destruction among the stars!
Yes.

I no longer owe this world anything, so I can naturally embark on this evil path with a clear conscience and stride towards my eternal destination.

Amid the lamentations of my hometown, I will finally get what I wish for!
(End of this chapter)