Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 793, Section 6: The Death Wish of the Numb Black Soldier

The sorrow of young Garrosh triggered a small "earthquake" that shook the Mag'har tribe but remained unknown to outsiders. In Garadar's camp, the orc leaders who had come to discuss important matters that day were shocked by this minor "secret."

Even the most composed Drek'Thar elders lamented the "decline of morality," and the scandal was a disgrace to the Frostwolf Clan and the Mag'har.

But to be honest, you can't really blame Xiaohou for this.

The main problem was that the "tide of life" cast by the Titan's soul was too outrageous. The three young people simply appeared in the wrong place at the wrong time and drank that damned wine.

Moreover, from a more cynical perspective, this accident isn't actually a bad thing.

Gaiara is easy to deal with, but the main problem is that Blackhand's daughter is ambitious and acts very ruthlessly. She has incited many young orcs to gather around her, and she already has the momentum to "rebuild the Blackrock clan".

But Griselda wanted more than just the position of chieftain of Blackrock. She had already seen a wider stage, and the Blackhand's ambition was no longer satisfied with the small world of Draenor.

Therefore, in the eyes of the older generation who have deeply experienced the crisis of war tribes, Grisada has clearly become a new source of unease.

Because of Xiaohou's "divine actions," Grisada has been unable to take charge of affairs for at least half a year, which has given the cunning old guys the opportunity to infiltrate the system.

However, the fact that so many orcs were gathered together by Grisetar shows that the desire for the "rise of orc civilization" within the Mag'har tribe is real, and this call must be taken seriously. Therefore, today's topic, which was originally to discuss the preparation of internal affairs and the selection of warriors to join the Eredar's expedition to restore the orcs, inadvertently shifted to internal orc affairs.

“I think that instead of letting Griselda continue to use her Blackrock clan-style ‘claim of power’ to attract more restless warriors, we should take advantage of the situation while it is still under control and put a more suitable leader in charge.”

A shaman from the Blood Ring clan coughed.

He sat down on the ground, looking at the other clan representatives gathered around the campfire, and said in a hoarse voice:

"We should all be able to see that the rules of the clan era are about to be abandoned, and the rise of the new generation is inevitable. This is not a bad thing. When faced with a star-sea era full of opportunities, we conservative old men will not be able to seize the opportunity."

We should support young people who want to make a name for themselves, especially since Draenor is no longer the remote place it once was in the starry sky.

Our world is slumbering with star souls, just like Azeroth.

A few days ago, the Saviors sent people to check on the situation of the Ruthless Kalish. Lady Aegwynn promised that once the Eredar's Restoration Crusade was completed, the Supreme Star Soul and her Saviors would find a way to support and help our Star Soul.

The heartless are merely weak, not so weak as to be incapable of governing.

Once the support of the Supreme Star Soul arrives, our Star Soul is estimated to awaken to the point where it can choose its own representative within a few decades at most.

The elder was already very old.

During Kilrogg's time, he was one of the faith leaders of the Blood Ring Clan. He sacrificed his eyes during a clan ritual and saw death. Knowing that his days were numbered, he hurriedly made arrangements for these matters.

He took the initiative to remove the layer of tacit understanding that had temporarily veiled the various clans, saying:
"But given our current mediocre situation, can we really defeat the other races of Draenor and obtain this honor when Kalecgos the Ruthless chooses his representative?"
We will serve the true God, everyone!

But we only have a few decades left for the orcs' civilization to grow to a point where the ruthless will be attracted to it. What I mean is, it's time to relinquish that ridiculous power and hand it over to more energetic young people.

This is a momentous event for the orcs' civilization, and we only have this one chance. If we fail to seize it, how will we face our ancestors when we return to the land of our forefathers?

His single eye surveyed his surroundings, and under the watchful eyes of the other orc elders, he said:

"Let's start with our Bloodring Clan. When I return, I will resign the title of 'Clan Elder' and hand over all the power of the clan to our Chieftain Yorin Deadeye. He is a staunch supporter of the Mag'har Horde and a true sworn brother of Garrosh Hellscream, the most outstanding member of the generation."

In other words, our Blood Ring clan supports Garrosh becoming the true Warchief of Mag'har.

He is a powerful chieftain.

Instead of the empty title of honor it once held.

This statement carries significant weight.

The war and chaos caused by Chieftain Blackhand have left only a handful of orc clans. The smaller clans have been swallowed up or disappeared in the process of natural selection, and the remaining clans each have their own base of influence.

The other clan elders remained silent.

They are not truly power-hungry.

To be honest, given the current situation of the orcs, the power they hold isn't really that attractive; it's more of a hot potato. It's not that they don't want to see the rise of the Mag'har, but the war caused by the Black Hand has already cast a shadow over their hearts.

If it weren't for the sudden appearance of Saint Diakum, it's uncertain whether the orc civilization would still exist today.

If we make another mistake in this situation, it could be truly irreversible.

“I have no problem with handing over power. What I really hesitate about is whether the children of the Hellscream family can bear the heavy burden of the future of the entire clan.”
It is well known that the chieftains of the Warsong Clan are either war fanatics or madmen.

I'm very worried that Garrosh will follow in his father's footsteps.

The shaman elder of the Fireblade clan sighed and said:

"In fact, our chieftain Samuro is also a very good young man. He is steady enough, has a big picture perspective, and his strength and talent are quite good. The fact that he is regarded differently by the Vigilant Saint is enough to show that Samuro is also a young man who can be entrusted with the future."

"Samuro"

Drek'Thar, the Frostwolf Elder who had remained silent until now, frowned and shook his head, saying:

"That kid is too nonchalant. He has no desire for power at all. In fact, if the Fireblade Clan hadn't suffered such a heavy blow, Samuro would never have stepped forward on his own initiative."

This personality trait isn't bad; in fact, there are very few orc chieftains who are both steady and insightful, so it's clear that he's not suitable to be the chieftain.

Although he has his own bottom line and a rather firm style of doing things, he likes to follow the crowd and clearly lacks the drive necessary for a leader.

From this perspective, even Lantresor of the Blade Clan would be a better fit.

"But the Righteous Blade Clan is a bunch of Haver Olsen!"

The elder woman of the Blackscar clan suddenly spoke, then realized she had misspoke and waved her hand somewhat awkwardly, saying:

"I know this sounds silly in this day and age, but you have to consider that the Haver Olsens aren't just backed by us; the Draenei clans are also exerting influence on them. While I absolutely believe in the morality of the successors personally groomed by Saint Diakum, this is ultimately related to the future of the orcs, and we must do our best to eliminate all potential threats."

Perhaps in the future, a great chieftain from Hafur-Ossen will emerge in Maghhan.

But not in this era.

Even the two most famous Haversens right now—I'm referring to Lantresor and Garona—their reputations are far from convincing.

"That's true."

The other elders nodded in agreement, and finally their gazes fell on Drektal.

Drek'Thar is the youngest of all the elders, and also the most visionary and diplomatic. He wields the Ring of Healing for the orcs and is hailed as one of the guardians of Draenor, already exuding an aura of absolute authority.

But it was precisely because Elder Frostwolf was so composed that he knew he couldn't speak carelessly.

After a moment's hesitation, Drexel said:
"Garrosh didn't mention the foolish things that kid did. He was indeed very suitable to be the Warchief of Mag'har, but he inherited the impulsiveness and recklessness that were typical of the Hellscream family, which made it hard to feel at ease."

In my opinion, we should use the upcoming war to help our allies reclaim their homeland as a test.

We should all stay out of it and let the young man do his thing, to see if Garrosh has the ability to independently command and accomplish a large-scale war.

In addition, I want to remind you that Garrosh also has hidden dangers.

He is a lightcaster.

This means that after fulfilling his duties to his people, Garrosh will eventually join the Lightforged Chapter and continue his near-eternal conquest in the starry sky.

Therefore, Garrosh was actually just a transitional figure for the orcs.

The good news is that when the ruthless awaken, our 'chosen one,' Guil, will also grow up. Our stepping back from the limelight doesn't mean we can relax. For the next decade or so, we must do everything in our power to ensure Guil's success.

At this point, the blind prophet finally revealed the secret to the other elders.

"The elemental lords have confirmed that the elemental blessing that Gül received did not come from them, or even from Draenor itself."

It's the sun!
It is Anser, the god.

Drek'Thar said softly, "Gui'er's talent has alarmed the god Anser, the ancient sun god, who has also chosen a promising 'rising sun' for the orcs."

The other elders exclaimed that "the orcs are destined for greatness," and their worries about the future dissipated considerably.

However, just as the discussion was ending, the elder woman of the Blackscar clan made a suggestion, saying:

"In order to distinguish us from the evil 'Warchief' of the past warring tribes, I suggest that we not use the clan-era title of 'Warchief' to refer to Garrosh, as it easily evokes those dark and wrong past events."

If the Mag'har are to truly unify the orc clans, then we should address our leader with a more weighty title.

I propose that we bestow upon Garrosh Hellscream the title of 'Khan,' help him establish his own 'Margharan Court,' and allow him to rightfully lead the warlords of Draenor.

"This is a good suggestion. In fact, Durotan hoped to complete this institutional change before he died in battle."

The other elders nodded in agreement, and Drektal stroked his beard as he spoke:
"From now on, different clans will only represent different cultures, and orcs will use only one voice to represent themselves."

The valiant Garrosh Khan will lay the foundation for our rise, and at the moment the merciless open their eyes, the sun-wise Gül Khan will lead our children truly into the stars.

Just after they had reached a conclusion, a sullen Gaia Anzongmu, supported by a shaman, walked into the tent.

It was clear that Old Master Zong's mother was really angry; she was trembling as she walked.

She listened to Drektal's description. The old matriarch had no opinion on the matter itself; she always managed to separate private and public affairs. However, after the formal meeting, the old matriarch began her verbal attack.

"He went too far. Even if there were external factors, being alone in a room with two distinguished ladies late at night shows that he had ulterior motives."

Old Master Zong cursed:
"This is a disgrace to the Warsong Clan! Even his mad father was faithful in matters of the heart. How can such a bastard provoke the heirs of two clans at once? Isn't this deliberately stirring up division and conflict?"

"Uh."

Drexel sighed and said:

"You should be prepared, Mother. You watched Garrosh grow up. You know what kind of child he is. Gaiara and Griselda went through the chaos of the Horde war with him, and then fought together in the north and south of Azeroth."

The complex camaraderie among the three was real; they were all impulsive young men, so it was normal for them to cause such a scene.

The so-called life tide is merely an external aid.

What I mean is, let nature take its course.

Since he is about to be honored as Khan, he should indeed have some of the privileges of a leader. Moreover, although this friendship does not conform to the traditional morality of the orcs, it can at least firmly unite the Warsong, Frostwolf, and Blackrock clans, forming the foundation of the Mag'har unity.

This is a good thing.

However, if Maghar is to participate in the Eredar's reconquest in this way, then we should inform another person.

Without his participation, this expedition could hardly be called perfect.

"Black Pawn. I heard he's in very poor condition."

The old matriarch sighed:

“I saw him in the Nataan jungle before, but he didn’t recognize me.”

His son said that the Black Soldier was forgetting the past faster and faster, while the Sage Lin Jing told me that it was the power of Tayala that was eroding the Black Soldier's brain.

This was indeed his last battle.

After that, the Black Soldier will completely lose his identity as an 'orc', or even a 'human'.

I believe Black Soldier will fulfill his duties and responsibilities, but we should give him a dignified end in the manner of the orcs, rather than stripping him of all honor and turning him into a weapon of war in the hands of the forest elves.

"This will cause dissatisfaction among Lin Jing's side."

Drexel said softly:

"The forest spirits are very vengeful."

"They won't be dissatisfied; those plants are all single-minded."

Old Madam Zong said in a deep voice:

"Once Tayara's long-desired 'Great Revenge' is accomplished, the Father of the Forest Spirits will be willing to treat the Black Pawn's death as an 'accident,' so this is Garrosh's duty."

If he wants the Mag'har warriors to truly follow him, he must use his own methods to bring the orcs the rest they deserve.

He must do it!

Drexel nodded, but then sighed and said:

"You've left all these difficult tasks to Garrosh. What great achievements will Güir have to accomplish to smoothly inherit the Khan's throne?"

"Aren't there still those 'wanderers' who can't return home?"

Old Mrs. Zong rubbed her eyes wearily and said:
“Garrosh, whom I raised with my own hands, is brave enough, and I believe my little grandson is wise enough. They each have their own mission, and they will both become great men of Mag'har.”

As long as ambitious leaders aspire to accomplish great things, this cosmos will never lack challenges for them.

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In a tree hollow in the Nataan jungle.

Black Soldier opened his eyes. His brain went numb. His fibrotic brain nerves could hardly bear complex emotions anymore. He was disappointed because he knew that this sleep had made him lose another part of his memory.

Black Soldier stood up and glanced at his arm.

His skin, as tough as tree bark, was covered with orcish script, which he must have carved himself before falling asleep. However, he no longer recognized some of the characters and could only read the messages he had given himself with great difficulty.

"Saurfang Dranosh Solavalok. My name is Broxigar."

His fingers traced the marks on his arm.

His other arm was also covered in writing, but what was most terrifying was that he could clearly feel himself losing interest in deciphering the writing.

He is adapting to this inhuman, ghostly state.

The black soldier silently donned his armor, as if putting armor on a tree. His heart, which had almost stopped beating, trembled very slowly as he racked his brains to recall the past.

The resentment Tayala harbored towards Aggramar was taking hold of his mind; it seemed to be the only reason he existed.

He is to represent the world in carrying out an ancient revenge against a god.

He didn't have much to say about it.

The moment his armored hand touched the withered vine battle axe beside him, a very "vibrant" killing intent surged into his paralyzed body, and he seemed to "come alive" at that moment.

Even my dazed mind became much clearer.

But this was just a portion of the warrior's talent that Tayara had deliberately reserved for him to ensure his destructive power.

He is merely a weapon, destined for slaughter and revenge.

That seemed to be the only thing he could do now, and the only reason he existed.

Broxico pulled the black helmet over his head, obscuring the numb yet complex and regretful look in his eyes, and calmly embraced and accepted his final fate.

He would draw his sword without hesitation, and then, with his last desire, rush toward death with outstretched arms.

Ps:

There will be an extra 3+5 chapters tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)