Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 791, Section 4: The Rise of Margok – The Ogres Aim to Build a Star Empire!

Another Starsea Clan has been established.

After Diakum made his suggestion to Lyran, the Great Traveler took on the responsibility without much thought. When the petition for the establishment of the Lightforged clan was sent to Draenor, it was immediately handed over to Velen and the other high magistrates for discussion.

Yes, it's the Grand Consuls.

The Draenei clan has never stopped extending invitations to other Eredar star-dwelling clans.

Although initially only seven clans, including the Arcane Scholars and the Krokku, responded to the call, as more and more news spread, including rumors of the "resurrection of the Lord of Argus," which were spread wildly through the Astral Consortium's exaggerated intelligence network, more Starsea clans began to consider returning.

The most direct turning point occurred when the Mother of Light, Zera, ascended to the High Heavens and called upon all the People of Light to embark on the "Sun Expedition."

The fact that the leaders of the Holy Light Legion have shown up to support the cause, and that the fleet of the Holy Light Universe is indeed escorting the Titan Soul all the way to the planet where the Draenei clan is located, has completely confirmed the legitimacy and possibility of the "War of Restoration".

As a result, more and more Starsea clans began to mobilize, and in just one month after the end of the Demon War, nineteen clans arrived in Draenor.

They brought their own starships and warriors to varying degrees, and some clans even mobilized their entire forces!

This caused the "Eridan population" in Draenor to skyrocket, and as the number of Starsea Clan members increased, the local orcs were constantly sweating profusely.

The Eredar's influence in the Star Sea seems a bit too outrageous.

This is only one-fifth of the Starsea Clan. According to the clear information Velen received, at least forty more clans are on their way. The rest are not unwilling to come, but have accepted the Holy Light Legion's orders to advance into the Holy Light Universe, where they will join forces with the second large fleet assembled by the Holy Light Universe.

Ms. Vera conducted an analysis and summarized the findings, ultimately concluding that approximately one hundred and twenty Starsea Clan members would join the war for restoration.

Unfortunately, this means that at least a quarter of the Starsea Clan have no intention of responding to the call.

This is also normal.

Not all homeless people lose themselves, but some of them have chosen to lie dormant and shut their eyes and ears during more than 20,000 years of suffering.

In despair and cowardice, they settled their clan on the edge of the material star sea to escape the war. It was a remote place where even the influence of the Force could hardly reach. This was equivalent to hiding in the deep mountains to escape the war, completely cutting themselves off from the outside world.

This is all good.

At least they still perceive themselves as Ereda people.

Some of the more extreme Starsea clans, unable to find answers in the light, actually chose to embrace the depravity of darkness.

This is a very shameful thing.

But Verara knew very well that in the Darklight Realm, the Void faction's stronghold in the Matter Star Sea, there were at least seven corrupt Eredar Star Sea clans active, as well as those who had collectively surrendered to the demons and transformed into Man'ari for various reasons.

The Grand Consuls would avoid talking about these disgraceful fellows in their usual conversations, but the facts were undeniable.

Lord Argus ultimately lost some of his children.

Even more critically, fragments of Argus's consciousness also reside within those clans.

This explains why Lord Argus was so disappointed in the Eredar when Diakum awoke.

He had witnessed firsthand the entire process of his children falling into darkness, and at that time, the atmosphere within the Draenei clan was also very bad, essentially on the verge of rebellion.

However, things have already come to this point. Even if all the Eredar Starclans cannot be summoned, the war for restoration is already imminent and cannot be stopped.

But one problem that troubled the Grand Consuls was that the Watchers, who sat high in the heavens, had not told them when the War of Reconquest would begin, nor had they asked them to start preparing supplies for the expedition now.

Traveling from the Azeroth galaxy to the Demon Galaxy where Argus is located requires traversing most of the universe, and the time spent on the journey alone would take at least half a year or even several years.

Logically, the group should have set off once the latecomers had gathered.

However, Velen and Lady Verara never commented on this matter. No matter who asked them, they would only advise the other party to calm down and say that everything was proceeding in an orderly manner. They were not really just being perfunctory. The main reason was that this war of reconquest was not only about the Eredar, but also about the various allies found by the Draenei clan, who also needed to be prepared.

For example, members of the Covenant of Kourei in Draenor would definitely not miss this expedition to Argus.

However, today, after the Grand Consuls finished discussing the affairs of the Lightforged Clan, as they were preparing to go to the Aldor Temple to perform a prayer and have a meal, a loud bang suddenly rang out on the other side of Draenor.

The tremors were so intense that the city of Shattrath felt a clear rhythm, which aroused the curiosity of the well-informed Grand Governors. They immediately dispatched their respective messengers to investigate, and the messengers returned with an outrageous message.

"what?"

Ms. Vera exclaimed in surprise:
"What do you mean the ogre's city has taken flight? Wait! You mean Margok didn't rebuild Highmaul, but instead turned it into a giant floating city?"

"Yes, Dean."

Jaina, the young witch who was diligently studying at the Academy of Arcane Arts, gestured earnestly with her fingers and said to her headmaster:
"That's a floating city several times larger than our Arcane Academy. I went to see it. It seems that High Overlord Margok used some Titan technology from Azeroth to complete the construction of the floating city in a short time."

It pulled the island that supports Highmaul from the continental shelf, which triggered the violent earthquake just now.

However, Hanginghammer Fortress is currently under lockdown.

The ogre wizard under Führer Margok told me that the Führer was conducting an experiment that was very important to the ogre empire, and that results were expected this afternoon.

Also, I transformed into my raven form and flew around the floating city. I noticed there were many Mok'Nathal orcs in the city.

Jaina scratched her head, looking somewhat bewildered, and asked curiously:

"I don't know much about the history of Draenor, but I heard Lady Gaiara say that the clan chief of Mok'Nathal, the powerful Beastmaster Leoroxx, regarded all ogres as enemies. Why would those fierce hunters appear in Highmaul?"

They seem to be protecting something.

Dean Vera narrowed her eyes.

She arrived in Draenor after the war ended and did not experience the formation of the K'uree Alliance, but as a scholar, Verara found many clues in the Draenei clan records.

She gazed towards the Nagrand plains and whispered:

"Perhaps it has something to do with the origins of the Moknatha clan. The fact that Rexxar Remar was willing to accept the 'Grand Duke of the Hunt' position given to him by that guy Margok was full of doubts. Rexxar is not a genius hunter who can be tempted by power."

It now seems that Rexxar was probably persuaded by the cunning Margok with the reason of 'racial righteousness', and today may be the day when the Mok'Nathal clan is completely freed from the 'bloodline shackles'.

Even if Patriarch Leoroxus despised ogres, he had to act in the best interests of his race.

This is a fundamental judgment skill that every qualified leader must possess.

"So, were those orcs actually created?"

Jaina exclaimed:

"Ogres have mastered 'creation science'? Didn't you say that was the realm of gods?"

“You’ve confused the concepts of ‘creation’ and ‘creating’.”

Dean Vera sternly rebuked:
"You're punished by having to copy the paper on 'The Origin of Mok'nath' three times today. It's the research paper written by your senior sister Lylan. The ogres didn't possess the talent for creation; they simply completed a very strange biological experiment and accidentally obtained the unique life form of Mok'nath."

That was a betrayal of the fundamental principles of life, but these fat ogres were truly lucky. Draenor's life force is wild and natural, and it doesn't concern itself with such trivial matters. If the worship of the Moon Goddess were to flourish here, the ogres' perverse actions in the realm of life would be enough to bring them annihilation.

"Ow."

The little witch was having a hard time keeping her composure; she regretted not talking so much earlier.

But she knew that the dean was doing this for her own good. Although the dean was very strict, Gianna knew very well that Ms. Verara was indeed trying to help her unleash her potential as quickly as possible and was holding herself to extremely high standards so that she could become successful as soon as possible.

Lady Vera's curriculum for Jaina was very clear: she required Jaina to break through to Legendary status before the age of 16 and become a demigod before the age of 22. This was in line with Queen Azshara's training method, which put the young witch under tremendous pressure for a long time.

But once you get used to the pressure, there's nothing to be afraid of.

Moreover, the Dean has clearly stated that Jaina will take charge of the treasure of Nassaras Academy in the future, the Titan relic known as the "Tide Stone".

The dean has great ambitions; she plans to personally cultivate a lesser god of the arcane path.

However, he did not intend to claim Jaina's talent for himself. Instead, he secured her a place among the Saviors under the Supreme Star-Soul early on, meaning that Jaina would eventually return to Azeroth as a Guardian.

Sigh, the little witch often lamented that her entire life had been meticulously planned out.

Perhaps this is the trouble that belongs to geniuses.

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"In the final step, I will use the Creation Codex that I purchased from Queen Azshara at great expense to unravel this reproductive problem that is entangled in your bloodline. You see, I don't even need you to prepare those complicated materials."

This includes the tender branches of the World Tree and the water from the Moon Well blessed by the Moon Goddess.

I have prepared all these treasures for you.

Under the operation of several Titan devices, which had already taken to the sky and were operating stably, Lord Margok was performing a rather complex magical ritual beneath the Gatheon of Highmaul.

Its hunting lord Rexxar and the stubborn chieftain Leorox were here, looking at the strange cauldron that had been operating perfectly.

Margok, relying on his two heads, multitasked, working while simultaneously harassing these stubborn guys.

It said with absolute certainty:
"I practically went bankrupt preparing this medicine, but it was worth it, because a great leader will dedicate his strength to the well-being of his subjects. Just as I would empty my national treasury for the well-being of the powerful Mok'Nathal orcs, important members of the ogre empire."

I also believe that the mighty Moknaza ​​clan are a group of reasonable warriors, and I believe you will not let my efforts be in vain.

I believe that, inspired by such assistance, you will be willing to become members of the Ogre Empire and, together with your outstanding leaders, lead our empire on a journey to the stars.

After all, it would be terrible if someone who received such a favor didn't know how to be grateful, wouldn't you say? Chief Leorox, who values ​​honor more than life itself?

"Don't try to fool me with this nonsense."

The rude Leorox was not buying it at all!
The old orc, powerful enough to hunt down a Gronn alone, stared intently at the medicinal soup before him, which was now emitting a strange aroma. He said:

“I am not my weak son who will be swayed by your grand principles. I am a simple hunter who will not act until he sees the rabbit! You must first prove to me that your so-called salvation can truly free the Moknasar people from the predicament of having to intermarry to reproduce. Otherwise, everything else is out of the question!”

"Hehe, I like your straightforward temperament. Of course, your leader is a kind and generous arcanist, and I know how to make a deal."

Head of State Margok nodded in satisfaction.

The old orc was sharp-tongued, but his actions in accepting the invitation to come here spoke for themselves.

The ogre chieftain knew that to build a great empire, pure-blooded ogres were unreliable. To improve the ogre's genes, he had to start with a race like Mok'Nathal, which combined the power of ogres with the growth potential of orcs.

In Margok's vision, the future ogre empire would be primarily composed of Mok'Nathal orcs, with ogre wizards in the leadership position. Ideally, a cult would be established, granting ogre wizards the authority to interpret scriptures.

Of course, Mok'Nathal is an orc, but that doesn't stop Mar'gok from "redefining" the concept of ogres as the leader of the ogres.

This was a "secret technique" it learned from its outstanding "peer," Azshara.

Look how prosperous the Zandalari Elf Empire has become since Queen Azshara redefined the concept of "elves"! Such an excellent governing philosophy should be properly utilized.

"Okay, all done."

A moment later, Margok cast a spell to open the magic cauldron, which contained a lump of green, viscous substance. He personally took out a horn cup made from the horn of a Clefthoof, scooped out a cup of the potion from the cauldron, and handed it to Rexxar and Leorox beside him.

Under the emerald green light of the magic cauldron, Margok's two heads spoke simultaneously:

"I need a test subject. Don't be afraid, this is a highly nourishing substance, containing many life-force blessings that can unlock your bloodline shackles and grant you a temporary 'fertility blessing'."

I have prepared orc female slaves outside.

They were members of the Greenskins who had been expelled. I promised them freedom if they gave birth to newborns for Moknatha.

Through the blessing of reproduction, as long as your organs are normal, you can detect whether you are pregnant in a maximum of seven days.

So drink, Moknasa!
This is your fate!

"I come."

Rex stepped forward to take the cup, but was pushed away by his father.

The old orc looked at his son with a complex yet proud gaze, and said:

“I used to be very strict with you, but that was to help you succeed. The great reputation you've built in both worlds has made you Moknaza's representative on the outside world.”

My son, you have sacrificed enough for our people. I know you are not a sentimental person, and I should not let you sacrifice your reputation to become a damned experiment. So, I will do it.

I can no longer shirk my responsibilities.

After saying that, the old orc took the suspicious green object from Margok's hand, sniffed it under his nostrils, and then grinned.

Under the watchful eyes of Margok's two heads and three eyes, Leorox raised the potion, and just as he was about to drink it, he asked, as if possessed:

"But what will be the price, Margok?"

"Well, the price is that the wanderer named 'Moknatha' will truly return home."

The ogre leader rubbed his hands together and whispered seductively:
"The name of Mok'Nathal will resound throughout the stars, and the entire galaxy will become your hunting ground. The legend of the Odachi is a thing of the past, and the next era is destined to belong to you."

"That sounds pretty good."

The old orc let out a deep laugh, tilted his head back, and drank the sticky stuff in one gulp.

Rexxar took a few steps back and stayed with his bear Misha. He looked at his father with a helpless gaze, knowing that his father had actually handed over the leadership of Mok'Nathal to him just now.

However, Rexxar really didn't want to be chieftain; he preferred to roam the natural world of Starsea with Misha and the other animal companions.

Unfortunately, there are always some things in this world that he has no choice but to do.

(End of this chapter)