Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 82: 37. Weiren's son is pursuing my daughter? Pah, is he worthy? [Updated 40/50]

(Additional update for brother “Huo Zheng Ting Hao” [5/10])
The siege of Telmor came to an abrupt end when the fierce Krokuun Hunters charged into the battlefield.

The Bonechewers and Laughing Skulls chose to retreat the moment they saw the other side's reinforcements arriving. They split into two groups and broke out in different directions. The more cunning Twilight's Hammer members never got close to the city wall and ran faster.

The only unlucky ones were the warlocks and warriors of the Kilsoro clan near the city wall.

Especially after its chieftain "Witch" Giselda was knocked down with two punches by the Sentinel and then knocked unconscious and captured by Iriel who rushed over, the newly formed clan collapsed almost immediately.

After all, you can't expect a clan composed mostly of warlocks to have any firm resolve to resist or the will to keep fighting. When the "warlock concentration" of an organization is too high, being able to fight only when the wind is in their favor becomes their most prominent label.

And to put it bluntly, the fact that the task of attacking a city was given to a coalition of several small clans shows that this action was nothing more than a tactical speculation. Even the orc commander probably didn't think that he could capture Telmor City today, otherwise it would not be these small clans that couldn't fight hard battles that came, but the Warsong Clan, the overlord of the Nagrand Grasslands.

Although the orcs are a clan-based civilization, the spirit of sacrifice of the large clans when faced with danger is by no means comparable to that of these roving soldiers.

For example, in the "Blood River War" fought between the orcs in Frostfire Ridge and the Bladespire Ogres, the Frostwolf, Thundergod, and White Claw clans united to fight against the brutal Bladespire Ogres. In that battle, the casualties of the three tribes of orcs alone exceeded tens of thousands, but their enemies, the Bladespire Ogres, were even worse off. These bastards who claimed to be the heirs of the Gorian Empire had their system destroyed by one battle.

Even their noble ogre leader Kor'gorok was killed by the half-orc Leolox created by his own magic, which directly led to the Dota ogres losing their civilized heritage and returning to barbarism.

The battle that brought down the Blade Tower Fortress is still being sung by the orcs today and is a symbol of the courage and strength of the orc civilization.

It is worth mentioning that the reclusive but powerful Mok'Nathal hunters gained their freedom from the ogre slave masters in that battle.

Generally speaking, the orcs of large clans and the orcs of small clans are basically two extremes in their fighting styles. The former are as ferocious as tigers, and the latter are as cunning as wolves. Once the two sides combine, the orcs' war potential can be brought to the extreme.

But when only small clans participate in the war, the orcs can easily suffer a mass defeat.

This is also a characteristic of nomadic civilization.

The aftermath of the war under Telmor soon subsided. In the pursuit and defeat of the hunting cavalry, when the last orc warrior was knocked down and captured, the Draenei alone captured more than 400 prisoners, and there were even more orcs killed in the battle. According to the orders of the Sentinels, the heads of these brutal orcs would be cut off and piled on the edge of the battlefield to deter those warmongering bastards who were ready to make a move.

The wounded on the Draenei side were well taken care of. The priests treated them and collected the remains of the dead and sent them to the Holy Land of Auchindoun after purification.

In the past, such ceremonies were sad and silent, but today was an unexpected event!
The priests and garrison officers on the battlefield were in high spirits, their joy overwhelming their sorrow. Even the civilians in the city rushed out regardless of the danger, just to see their legendary saint with their own eyes.

The veterans of the Hand of Argus have been stationed in Telmor for the past two hundred years, which has directly led to the fact that this small town, like the village of Ambori where Yrel was born, is almost entirely populated by "fanatic fans" of the Sentinels.

They came to the edge of the battlefield, bringing the old and the young, listened to the warm and comforting words of the Sentinels, accepted the blessings of the holy light like the dawn, and returned satisfied with the blessings of the holy water sprinkled by the Sentinels themselves.

Diakum was also helpless.

He also wanted to take some time to chat with his injured "daughter", but the people were so enthusiastic that he had to continue completing the blessing ceremony with the solemn attitude of a pastor.

Fortunately, Telmo is a small city with a total population of no more than 5,000, so the ceremony ended after a few hours. Dick, whose arms were a little sore, was finally able to return to the military camp near the city wall to rest for a while.

When he entered the barracks, he saw Maraad sitting by the bed, comforting his sister.

Lelan is a typical Eredar "lady".

She was born into an upper-class family and her mother, who came from a wealthy family, strictly required her to behave properly since she was a child. She was perfect in etiquette and temperament. Of course, being spoiled would definitely cause her to have some unnecessary temper, but from the fact that Leilan dared to climb the city wall and fight with the orcs to the death when they invaded, it can be seen that she is indeed a good girl who has not been spoiled.

Compared with the courage she inherited from her father, this little temper is nothing.

When Dick walked into the room, the girl, still wrapped in bandages, was acting coquettishly to her brother, complaining that her brother had stayed in the Karabor Temple for so long without writing back to her.

"Please let your poor brother go, kid. The situation in Karabor Temple has been unstable in recent months. Moreover, after I woke up, I have been ordering him to do this and that. He hardly has any free time.

Before that, Maraad was highly regarded by Archbishop Akama because of his outstanding performance. Believe me, your brother will definitely become an outstanding garrison general in the future!

But you are as good as he is, and both are good children of Maldelain."

Dick spoke with a gentle tone and a smile, just like when he first met the child in Orona City. He pulled a chair over and sat beside her bed. He looked up and down at Leland's injuries and asked softly:

"Does the wound still hurt?"

"pain."

She pursed her lips and said to her uncle:

"That evil orc seemed to have set my heart and lungs on fire. Every breath I took was a burning sensation. It was so uncomfortable."

"Shadowburn is a fel magic that works like this. Your feeling isn't an illusion. It will take several days for your lung injury to heal. You're an arcanist, and this injury will affect your ability to recite spells."

Dick reached out and cast a healing spell and a dispelling spell on Leland. He shook his head and said:

"Drink more holy water. I'll make some for you myself later. And remember to drink the potion the pharmacist left for you. Sigh, I was going to scold you, but seeing how pitiful you look, I let it go."

"But we haven't seen each other for over 20,000 years, Uncle Diakum."

Leilan touched the delicate sapphire crown on her head and sighed:
"But after meeting you, you became so serious. There's none of the wit and humor I remember from your childhood. I still remember the jokes you told us. It really is true that things have changed."

"But I brought you a gift, silly child."

Faced with the complaints and temper of this 20,000-year-old "little girl", Dick couldn't help but laugh. He took out a box from his Augure backpack and handed it to Leland solemnly.

The latter took it with a blink of an eye, opened it and saw an orc skull embellished with gems inside.

"what?"

The arcanist was stunned.

She looked at her Uncle Diakum doubtfully, then looked at the "gift" in her hand. After a few seconds of hesitation, she whispered:

"Well, I know you've slept for over 20,000 years, uncle. Your mind might still be stuck in the Argus era, but please believe me, phrenology, that kind of barbaric knowledge, has long been abandoned by us Draenei.

I know that in the Age of Argus, gifting a spellcaster an exquisite skull was a very high-ranking gift, but at this moment...
If I wear this outside, I will be laughed at by my peers."

"That depends on the situation."

Maraad knew the origin of the skull, and he explained to his sister:

"This is the skull of Gul'dan, leader of the Orcish Shadow Council. It is the first precious trophy captured by Saint Diak'um after his awakening. He found a magical jeweler from the Argus era in the Temple of Karabor who crafted this artifact specifically for you.

According to Archbishop Akama, the powerful magic contained in this artifact is enough to allow a high-level spellcaster to temporarily control the power of a legend.

Although drawing on magical energy is somewhat dangerous, using a magical tool is always safer than directly coming into contact with fel energy. Even in the Argus era, sister, such a magical tool is a precious item worthy of being placed in the Holy Court.

Why don't you hurry up and say thank you to the Saint?"

"Brother! This is our elder!"

Leland immediately became happy.

She took the white skull adorned with amethyst and inscribed with Eredar runes and played with it in her hands. She said to Maraad in dissatisfaction:
"Before she passed away, Mother repeatedly told us to treat Uncle Diakme like a father. She said the fighting camaraderie between Uncle Diakme and Father transcended blood ties. We can't keep calling him a 'saint,' that would seem too distant.

Right, uncle?

"Yeah, I've always wanted to say that to Maraad."

Dick nodded and said:
"Your father once told me that if he... In short, in my heart, although I may not have children in this life, you two are my children. Of course, you can't treat us specially in public, but you can be closer in private.

Just call me 'Uncle'."

"Right? I still see it clearly. My brother is just as rigid as the father we remember, adhering to the family's doctrines. But that's understandable."

Lelan carefully placed the precious gift from her uncle into her magic bag. She coughed a few times and said with a smile:

"My brother will be the heir to the family, so he must be steady and serious. I don't have that worry. But I've always been curious, Uncle Diakum, is there really something going on between you and Archbishop Neri?"

"Lelan!"

Maraad scolded, and Dick felt a little embarrassed.

I thought to myself, this kid is such a gossip. How could he ask such personal questions in front of his elders? He couldn't just answer that "the Holy Spear is stained with blood, and we have privately agreed to spend our lives together," right?
"Lelan needs to rest. Maraad, let your sister get a good night's rest. Come with me, we are going to the battlefield to take another look."

Dick chatted with Leland for a few more words, and when he saw that the other party was a little sleepy, he stood up and called his disciples to leave.

However, just as the two men walked out of the barracks, they saw a Draenei dressed as a garrison officer rushing to Lelan's room. Then they heard quarreling in the house and Lelan's aggrieved crying.

This made Dick raise his eyebrows in surprise.

He looked at Maraad, who explained in a low voice, somewhat awkwardly:
"Well, that's Leland's suitor. He's been pestering her for a long time, but from what I've observed, they actually have a pretty good relationship."

"No, I want to ask about the identity of that young man."

Dick narrowed his eyes, recalling the face he had just seen. He couldn't help but compare it with a face in his memory and came to a somewhat scary conclusion.

he asked:
"That's old Velen's son?"

"um, yes."

Maraad answered honestly:
"To commemorate his homeland and to inspire himself to remember the World Oath, he changed his name to 'Eridas'. While the Genedar was still in exile, he joined the garrison class, but never made his relationship with the Great Prophet public. Grand Archon Velen also deliberately downplayed the impact of his identity on his son.

Over the years, Eredas has been serving as the city defense officer in Telmor in a low-key manner. Today, he was transporting a batch of supplies to Auchindoun and missed the city defense.

But what can I say? I agreed to his pursuit of Leilan not because of his family background, uncle. The boy and Leilan are about the same age and have similar experiences. They grew up together on the Genedar. In fact, when my mother was still alive, she was very optimistic about this relationship, so it's not easy for me to interfere.

"I see."

Dick nodded, stroking his chin, and said:

"Then I won't interfere. This kid actually chose to be a garrison commander. It seems that his admiration for Commander Kil'jaeden has never diminished. I also know that when he was a child, he would occasionally call Kil'jaeden his father.

Is his faith strong?"

"Well, very determined, even fanatical."

Maraad says:
"He inherited both the courage of Lord Commander Kil'jaeden and the faith of Great Prophet Velen, and is greatly beloved by the Holy Light. Although his combat skills are somewhat lacking, he is indeed the most promising rising star among us who will most likely become a legend the fastest.

Grand Archon Haddon also had high hopes for him, but because of his identity, Eredas's several applications to join the Krokuun Legion were rejected.

General Jaid couldn't possibly send Archon Velen's only son to the battlefield. Furthermore, the Krokuun Legion has always had to deal with the Warsong Clan's wolf riders, so the risk is simply too great."

“But it is understandable that young people want to contribute to the people and aspire to achieve great things.”

Dick rubbed his chin and said:

"Perhaps the Hand of Argus would suit him better? Ask him for me, Maraad, and if he's willing, he could join you three for recruit training. In fact, if Lelan were willing to join, you could form a team of five."

Just like Faria and the others back then."

"This is too risky! Uncle, no! Saint, I don't agree!"

Maraad refused:
"After Archon Velen's wife died in the crash of the Genedar, the Eredas became his only relatives. We can't..."

"We can! He's a draenei, boy, and you can't stop him from serving his people."

Dick waved his hand and said:
"Please ask him for me. If he's willing, I'll take care of Viren's side.

You have to understand, Maraad, being favored by the Holy Light is not only a blessing but also a pressure. If outstanding talents are not used in the right place, it is easy for evil to take advantage of the situation. The future of Eredas is full of dark temptations.

In fact, I can only protect him better if he is by my side.

Have you ever considered whether our cunning enemies have plans to use the Eredar to strike at Archon Velen?

He is the spiritual leader of the Draenei and even all the Eredar in the stars. If anything happens to the Great Prophet, it will be an irreparable loss for us!"

"Indeed, your concerns are not groundless."

Maraad grew serious. He said:
"I'll inquire about his attitude, but what should we do next? Saint, the crisis in Telmor has been resolved. If we want to go to the Nagrand grasslands, we have to return to Shattrath. The road here connecting to the Spires of Arak cannot turn to that grassland."

"We need to go to Auchindoun, but before that, Telmor's defenses must be readjusted."

Dick led Maraad toward the military camp headquarters. He looked at the city walls shattered by the hellfire and the pale green light shining on the mage tower beside the city walls. He said:
"The orcs have discovered the city's cover with the Leafshade Jewel. I just heard some old garrison officers shouting the names of 'Durotan' and 'Orgrim'. From them, I learned that this city once hosted two young orcs in danger.

The warriors generally believed that it must be the two orcs who revealed the defensive deployment of Telmor City.

This possibility does exist, but it also exposes a loophole in our defense. We have been following the same defense pattern for more than ten years. If I were an orc, I would definitely take advantage of this!"

"That's what you said."

Maraad nodded.

He did not emphasize the objective reasons why the veterans of the Hand of Argus were transferred to the Temple of Karabor. In fact, judging from today's situation, even if the veterans of the Hand of Argus were all here, the danger would still happen.

The Draenei people have indeed been a bit too lazy in recent years.

"Telmor controls the road to the Arak Peaks Mountains. Its defenses are somewhat weak. Archbishop Maladaar is stationed in the Holy Land of Auchindoun. The garrison there should allocate at least a thousand men to Telmor permanently. The concealment granted by the Leafy Shadow Gem is enough to make this place an impenetrable wall."

Diakum quickly climbed up a section of the city wall, looked around, and said:

"Have Nobundo mobilized. Have him call upon the power of the elements to repair the damage to the city walls as quickly as possible. At the same time, establish several outposts outside the city walls and leave several teams of Talbuk Sheep Hunters to conduct long-term patrols and early warnings around the area.
I just saw the Twilight's Hammer clan's banner on the battlefield. Where is that clan active now?"

"I just spoke with the local city defense commander. He has finished interrogating the orc warlock you captured alive. He confessed that the Twilight's Hammer nearby is just a branch."

Maraad replied like a brilliant lieutenant:
The main force of the Twilight's Hammer is currently led by their chieftain, the evil two-headed ogre sorcerer Cho'gall, stationed around the Broken Cliffs in the western part of the Nagrand Steppes, as a support force to assist the Warsong Clan in their attack on Highmaul, the last capital of the Gorian Ogre Empire.

Cho'gall was said to have been a criminal escaped from the city, and Grom Hellscream apparently needed him as a war advisor.

However, do you think Cho'gall is dangerous because you value the Twilight's Hammer clan so much?"

"Dangerous? No, you can't use such a mild word to describe Cho'gall."

Dick narrowed his eyes and said:

"In my opinion, that two-headed ogre magician is as true a threat as his mentor Gul'dan! We must seize every opportunity to eliminate him.

And if the capital of the Ogre Empire is already running out of ammunition and food and is on the verge of destruction, then if we extend a helping hand to the Gorian Ogres at this time... Maraad, based on your knowledge and judgment, do you think those Ogre wizards who once built a vast empire will be willing to become our allies in the fight against demons and demon-blooded orcs?

"Huh? An alliance with ogres? You're serious!"

Maraad exclaimed:
"You have to know that after the Draenei entered the world of Draenor, the only time we used large-scale military forces was the war against the Ogres. Those guys took advantage of our insecurity and planned to capture Shattrath as their third city. However, they were defeated by General Jaid and the Krokuun Legion with a mass charge.

We and the ogres have never been friends!"

"But we can't just sit back and watch the Gorian ogres being slaughtered by the Warsong Clan, Maraad. They once built a civilization. They were one of the native inhabitants of Draenor besides the orcs."

Dick pondered and said:
"I believe that Mar'gok, the Ogre Lord of Highmaul, can clearly identify where the real threat comes from, and we are also seeking an alliance with the traditional orcs. I said that we must unite all races in the world of Draenor to resist the full-scale invasion of demons, and I am not just talking.

It's not just the Gorian ogres. The high-level arakkoa and the fallen arakkoa in the Spires of Arak are also objects that can be united, but their problems are obviously more complicated.

There are also saber-toothed tigers scattered throughout the world of Draenor, the mysterious forest elves hidden in the land of Gorgrond, and even the ancient giants Magnaron and their descendants.

We must unite them!
This puny world has never seen the power of demons, but we know what they can do to them.

We should be the prophets who predict danger and unite everyone to overcome the difficulties, instead of watching them being defeated one by one by the orcs. Children, at this time, we should unite all the forces that can be united.

We are about to fight another 'Battle of Argus' in Draenor. The bad news is that this time we won't have any Star-Souls to help us. The good news is that this time we won't be fighting alone!

He turned and said to Maraad, who was lost in thought:
“In fact, before I left Karabor Temple, I had already conveyed similar ideas to Nari. She will help me lobby for support from others in the Council of Bishops, but I also need the support of young people like you.

We can’t just talk about plans and expect others to trust us.

We must come up with successful cases. Only in this way can we attract those warriors who are unwilling to surrender to the devil to join us under that banner!
Demons are not invincible, Maraad, I want to tell you the truth, although I have not experienced the 25,000 years of exile of the Draenei, but I no longer plan to escape!
Draenor is the last stop for the Draenei exile!
We will sound the clarion call for a counterattack here, we will win a victory here and then embark on the road home. I will return to my hometown, and I will also bring you, the children of Argus, back to my hometown! "

"Is this your plan for this trip?"

Maraad sighed:
"You had long planned to intervene in the war between the Gorian ogres and the Warsong clan, hadn't you? Even from the moment you awoke, you had such a plan. You wanted to unite the world, just as you had done during the last thirty days of Argus.

You are determined to inflict another bitter defeat on the demons."

"Yes, I won't hide that from you, kid."

Dick waved his hand and said:
"We must not only save our own people, but also save this world from the flames of war! On the other hand, if we cannot even save the small world of Draenor, how can we answer the ancient oath of the world and claim that we will find a way to save our homeland?

Will you assist me, Maraad? I must have the help of someone I trust to accomplish this."

"Of course, Saint Diakme!"

Maraad said solemnly:
"I will trust you and assist you just like my father did. Perhaps your desire can also become my ideal, my morality, and my oath.

Return to Argus.
To this day I can never forget my childhood in the city of Oronar!
If possible, I would not want my sister to endure 25,000 years of exile with me. Although we did not suffer the real pain of destitution, becoming a wanderer is still an ending that no dignified soul can allow themselves.

I don’t want Rylan’s children to have the same life we had.

They're going back to Argus!

They deserve to live a peaceful life in their hometown like I did when I was a child!

Yes!

I have chosen my own Oath of the Holy Light. This is my oath. Like you, I will make it my life's ideal to lead the people back to Argus.

We will reclaim our homeland, and we will reclaim our heritage."

"Very good, now I finally have the aura of a man."

Dick patted him on the shoulder and said:

"Your father, mother, and I will all be proud of you. Let's go to the battlefield and be with the soldiers. From now on, you must learn to become a commander, child.

but me
I also have to prepare for the "exciting" meeting with Grom Hellscream and Cho'gall. Highmaul will not fall in this era.

I will not allow it to fall so weakly, it still has a greater mission to shoulder!"

(End of this chapter)