Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 91: 46. The Black Wolf Enters the Dream, a Good Omen [Updated 49/50]

(Additional update for brother "Nan Zhi Yan Feng" [4/5])
Chief Blackhand has been suffering from insomnia lately.

On the one hand, the military work of integrating the tribes is indeed tiring.

Even though the Blackrock Clan is the most powerful clan in the Orc civilization and almost monopolizes the vast land of the Gorgrond Wilds, it is still not an easy task to swallow up the Bleeding Hollow Clan who has lost their chief and heir in one breath, not to mention that it has to be done in the Nat'an Jungle, the ancestral home of the Bleeding Hollow Clan.

Although many warriors of the Bleeding Hollow Clan have been integrated into the vanguard of the tribe under the strong coercion of the Great Chief, there are still some rebels in this dense forest who are hiding from the warriors of the Blackrock Clan.

Those who rebelled were mostly war shamans and blood moon priests of the Bleeding Hollow clan.

They are the "cultured people" and senior members of the clan. Whether for their own interests or the clan's independent tradition, they are unwilling to give up the inheritance of the Blood Ring. However, facing the powerful Chief Black Hand, these remnants of the defeated army can only hide in the most dangerous jungle and wait for a turnaround.

However, facing the tribal army that has already swallowed up most of the blood ring as its direct force, these people see a hopeless future.

On the other hand, the chief’s insomnia in recent days is also related to his frequent “dreams”.

For some unknown reason, in the past few days, whenever the Great Chief closed his eyes, he would feel some special summons pulling his consciousness out of his body. Although there was no malicious intent and he could dispel the summons by opening his eyes, as the most powerful warrior and the most domineering chief among the orcs, Blackhand was still unwilling to allow himself to succumb to this strange power.

He regarded this "call" as a provocation to his chief's authority!
For a war lord who is determined to lead the orcs to conquer the entire world of Draenor, he will not allow himself to fall into this kind of spiritual "weakness" before the war begins.

Unfortunately, his most trusted Blackrock clan shamans were helpless against this kind of dream summoning. This strange mental disturbance was completely different from the illnesses they had dealt with before. It was not severe nor harmful, but its direction was very clear. Even with the protection of the elements, Chieftain Blackhand could not escape the dilemma of being summoned as soon as he closed his eyes.

This constant trouble made the Great Chief, who hadn't slept for several days, very irritable. He even went to the Bleeding Hollow Clan's camp in person and had a one-on-many "boxing match" with the prisoners who refused to surrender to vent his anger.

But this is obviously not a long-term solution.

Blackhand undoubtedly possesses the iron will of a legendary warrior, but the physiological desire for sleep is not an instinct that can be overcome by willpower alone. Therefore, his most capable lieutenant, Orgrim Doomhammer, had to put aside his prejudice and actively invite Gul'dan to come and "treat" the warchief.

Although these warriors were very resistant to the Shadow Council's insidious style of doing things, Gul'dan's personal magic power was a force that the warriors could not ignore.

In the current tribe, almost no one can compete with Gul'dan in the secrets of spellcasting, so when faced with such sneaky things, letting an equally mysterious warlock take action may be a better way to solve the problem.

After a thorough diagnosis and treatment, Gul'dan came up with a conclusion that was completely different from any previous shaman's, and even completely opposite to the previous one:
“It’s a blessing, no doubt about it!”

The First Warlock patted his chest with a solemn oath and said to the chieftain, whose eyes were bloodshot and his face was full of suspicion:

"If it was a curse or a harmful force, it would definitely not be a disaster that you could eliminate once you opened your eyes. It has been fighting you for several days yet remains gentle. This means that no matter who summoned this force, they have no ill will towards you.

In fact, according to our sorcerer's theory, it is very likely that some higher being wants to meet you in your dream.
From what we know about the powers within the astral sea, there are many, many powerful higher beings within this sea of stars. Most of them have no interest in the fate of mortals, but there are exceptions.

There are always some strange and great powers that are attracted by the perfect souls that stand out among mortals!

Just like you, my beloved Chief!
You are undoubtedly one of the most outstanding souls that Draenor could ever produce. It is only natural that a great warrior and ruler like you, destined to dominate the entire world of Draenor and stand at the pinnacle of the world, would be favored by the higher beings."

Gul'dan stated his conclusion without changing his expression, and at the same time he flattered Warchief Blackhand in a disgusting way. The high-ranking warlord Orgrim Doomhammer beside the warchief frowned at the flattery.

The burly Blackrock orc, wearing black plate armor, looked at Gul'dan with contempt.

He couldn't confirm how much truth there was in Gul'dan's words, but they were full of flattery and didn't sound like what a respectable orc would say. They were as undignified as the iguanas who fawned over the powerful Gronn in the wilderness of Gorgrond.

However, the chief liked to hear this answer.

It's not just because Gul'dan understands the "art of speaking", but more importantly, he believes that Gul'dan's evaluation of himself is very accurate. He really desires to become the Lord of War in Draenor, and his pure desire for victory is worthy of the evaluation of "outstanding soul".

"so what?"

Blackhand, seated on the throne of the Clan King, fixed his eyes on Gul'dan and said:
"You have to come up with a solution, Gul'dan! I don't want to be bothered by this damn summoning anymore. It's distracting me from preparing for the upcoming war!"

"Well, since this is a kind invitation from a higher being, then you should accept it."

Gul'dan waved his hand and said:

"Don't worry about your soul's safety. I will be here to protect you personally! If there is any threat, I will wake you up immediately."

"You seem to be deliberately inciting the Warchief to meet an unknown being! Gul'dan."

The loyal Orgrim interrupted the First Warlock, staring at Gul'dan and scolding:
"Don't you know this is dangerous? Even shamans seeking wisdom from their ancestors can't go alone. I can't allow the warchief to take such a risk, especially at this crucial moment when the tribe is about to form an army."

"Orgrim, I know you are worried about me, but there is no need to be so vigilant."

Chief Blackhand patted his lieutenant's shoulder with satisfaction and said:
"I believe Gul'dan will not play tricks on such matters. After all, if I can't come back, then at least one of the First Warlocks and the entire Shadow Council will have to be buried with me at my funeral.

And he was right!
If this 'invitation' is for me, then I must respond, otherwise I would appear to be a coward. Do you think I am a coward?"

"Your courage puts the gronn sons who roam Nagrand to shame. Your guts could crush a clefthoof!"

Orgrim shook his head calmly and said:
"But courage does not mean recklessness. This is the principle you taught me when you returned the Hammer of Destruction to me, Warchief. Gul'dan must come up with a reliable solution, otherwise I will not agree to your reckless appointment!
This is for your safety, but also for the future of the tribe."

"Alas, you always speak these great truths, and I always cannot ignore your opinions, Orgrim, the illustrious Blackrock clan."

The warchief obviously trusted Orgrim more than Gul'dan, so Blackhand looked at the First Warlock, but before he could speak, Gul'dan came up with a solution.

He blinked his blood-red eyes and said seriously:

"I can use soul magic to connect the wills of other warriors with yours. This way, when you respond to that invitation, you can have other warriors follow you into the dream world. I will be happy to protect you in your dreams.

But since I want to officiate the ceremony for you, I can only choose someone else to accompany you.

Or would Warlord Orgrim be willing to accompany the Warchief?"

"He can't!"

Black Hand decisively refused:
"If something happens to me, the tribe will still need an outstanding orc like Orgrim to lead it! Perhaps my two useless sons..."

"Let the Saurfang brothers follow you, Warchief."

When Warlord Orgrim heard the words of the Great Chieftain, he felt a sense of pressure to be valued, so he took the initiative to make a suggestion:
"Those are the Blackrock Clan's most powerful warriors, second only to you. Although they are young, their talent and pursuit of honor have repeatedly been praised by you. They will soon be awarded the title of 'Overseer'. Before they dedicate themselves to the great cause of the tribe, let them perform one last personal service for you as Blackrock Clan warriors.

I believe in the willpower and fighting ability of the two brothers!

If there is real danger, they can escort you to safety even in your dreams."

"Well, those two brothers are really powerful, especially Blood Axe Brox. At the age of ten, he was able to kill a cleft-hoofed bull with one blow. Not everyone can do that, not even me!

They will become the backbone of the Blackrock clan and the Horde in the future."

The chief nodded with satisfaction and said:
"I would be delighted if my son could cherish the blessing of blood and power as much as these two do. Gul'dan, prepare the ritual. Orgrim, go and fetch the brothers."

A few minutes later, two sturdy orc brothers came to the clan hall.

They wore the crest of the Blackrock Clan, wore clan armor and carried battle axes. They had captivating looks and a powerful aura, and at first glance they were the most formidable warriors among the orcs.

Well, the orc race really produces a lot of good warriors. Almost every clan has pillars like the Saurfang brothers. The most rare thing is that each generation of orcs can steadily produce extremely talented warriors, so that their "fresh blood" is constantly increasing.

The orcs' proficiency and enthusiasm in battle and their exquisite use of strength and rage are their most outstanding racial talents.

Faced with the task of escorting the chief into the dream, the two brothers agreed without hesitation. They did not hide their resistance to the warlock, but they were willing to face the threat for their chief and the chief of the tribe.

They saw it as a trial and an honor.

To be honest, before the war of slaughter began, before the orcs drank the devil's blood, although Blackhand's series of stories had flaws of one kind or another, overall he really lived up to the nickname of 'Legendary Chieftain'.

He has a very high reputation in the orc civilization. Not only the Blackrock Clan, but many warriors from other clans regard Blackhand as their idol.

Blackhand is brutal and conceited, but his pure thirst for victory and glory, as well as his mission-like devotion to the Blackrock Clan, also give him a unique charisma.

"The ceremony is about to begin. Please prepare yourselves! Do not resist the call of the dream. Accept it and follow it into the dream. If you do encounter a higher being, do not rush into battle."

Gul'dan gave a few instructions and then cast the spell himself.

Orgrim Doomhammer stood beside Gul'dan, holding his family heirloom warhammer. He made no secret of his cruel intentions. If the warchief was threatened, the warhammer blessed with elements would immediately smash Gul'dan's head.

But Gul'dan showed no fear.

He knew in his heart that tonight's ceremony would only bring more "power" to him and the tribe.

Yes, everything is going according to Gul'dan's plan.

As the soul spell was released, Chief Blackhand and his legendary warrior brothers who guarded him became drowsy.

They accepted the call and invitation as Gul'dan reminded them, and soon their consciousness left their bodies, walking aimlessly in the unpredictable dream. When the chief regained consciousness, he found himself in a strange and quiet forest under the moon.

"This place is like another world, totally different from Draenor."

Brox the Bloodaxe, the elder brother of the Saurfang brothers, looked around vigilantly and said to Blackhand:

"Great Chief, let us two brothers clear the way for you!"

"Nonsense! I am your chief, and you must follow me."

Blackhand smiled.

He liked dealing with powerful warriors, and the loyalty of the Saurfang brothers made him very satisfied. He strode forward without hesitation and walked along the quiet forest path. There was only one road here, so there was no need to worry about getting lost.

The three orcs soon reached the halfway point of the mountain.

As they left the dense forest and raised their heads, a desolate wolf howl echoed under the moon, and the entire night sky was shrouded in an ominous blood-red light.

"Look there! A giant wolf. No, a god-like creature!"

Varok Saurfang, who was more observant, raised his finger and pointed high up. Warchief Blackhand looked up and saw a giant black wolf full of mystery and power strolling on the cliff above the mountain, letting the bloody night wind blow its exaggerated mane.

When the orcs saw it, the giant wolf was also standing on the cliff, looking down at the three of them, its dark green and indifferent pupils full of scrutiny.

"Gul'dan is right. This is an invitation and a blessing."

Blackhand moved his hand, which had been burned by lava in his youth. He stared at the exaggerated black giant wolf and said:

“It’s inviting me!”

The orcs respect the wolf.

They believe that their form of civilization is like a pack of wolves roaming the grasslands hunting. Only strong wolf cubs can survive, and the weak will be ruthlessly abandoned and eliminated. In addition, the orcs have been coexisting with the dire wolves of Draenor almost since their birth, making wolves a very important part of their civilization.

Traditionalists like the Frostwolf Clan would even print wolf heads directly on their clan's battle flags, which shows that "wolf" is like a spiritual totem for orcs.

Therefore, Chief Blackhand's excitement at this moment is completely understandable. It is just like a guy who longs to be an emperor and dreams of the imperial seal.

"Let's go! Meet the majestic wolf spirit." Black Hand strode quickly in his dream with love and anticipation in his heart.

But the closer they got to the cliff, the more obscure the communication between him and the Saurfang brothers became. When the warchief climbed the cliff with a swift step, the Saurfang brothers had completely disappeared.

The chief could sense they were still in this dream.

Perhaps the black wolf spirit did not allow the three of them to approach at the same time, and each of them had to accept the scrutiny of the giant wolf in front of them.

"Wolf! I am here. I have answered your call. Tell me, why did you want to see me?"

The chief loudly questioned.

The giant black wolf in front of me was lying on the edge of the cliff, letting the bloody moonlight illuminate its hideous body.

The closer Black Hand got, the more he could see battle scars all over the giant wolf's body. This made him realize that the giant wolf definitely did not gain its current strength through blessing, but had definitely experienced countless battles.

This makes the Great Chief like it even more!

He believed that as a mighty orc, he should have such a ferocious war spirit by his side. A bold idea emerged in Blackhand's mind.

He wants to conquer this black wolf!

This idea seemed to be sensed by the wolf spirit in front of him. Its sharp teeth and wolf kiss pulled out a sarcastic smile. The eyes with ferocious claw marks opened and looked at Black Hand, watching the ferocious orc slowly approaching.

Black Hand's past life kept appearing before his eyes. It was the wolf spirit examining him.

From the time when Blackhand was born in the camp of the small clan of the Blackrock clan, the Seth'gal, to the time when he relied on his bravery to win the reputation of "Hand of Seth'gal" when he was young, and when he grew up, he seized the position of Chieftain of Blackrock through an exaggerated Mak'gora.

That was the beginning of his legendary story!
Then Black Hand saw the most dangerous situation he had ever encountered in his life.

A large number of ogres continued to attack the Blackrock Clan's forge in the Gorgrond Wilds. The clan was at a critical juncture of life and death. He led his brave tribesmen to victory time and time again, but he was never able to completely defeat the ogres.

The young Orgrim hoped to retrieve his family's sacred relic, the Doomhammer, to help his clan turn the tide of war.

Because of an outrageous prophecy, Orgrim himself threw the powerful weapon into the elemental magma that once forged it. However, at the moment of the clan's survival, Orgrim believed that the prophecy was no longer important. He was ready to sacrifice himself and enter the magma pool to retrieve the holy hammer for the clan's future.

But the exhausted Black Hand stopped him.

Blackhand, covered in wounds, told Orgrim that he would retrieve the Doomhammer in one night. If he failed, Orgrim would have to lead the remaining Blackrock orcs to break out of the siege on his behalf.

He told Orgrim that the life and death of a leader was insignificant compared to the survival of the clan, and a chief who could not lead his people to fight for the dawn was even more unqualified!

Blackhand was unable to break the ogre blockade on his own, so he decided to place his hopes on the younger and more talented Orgrim.

He decided to sacrifice himself to retrieve the relic for the Blackrock Clan.

He jumped into the lava pool in front of many orcs, and at the cost of one of his hands, miraculously took the Hammer of Destruction out of the elemental magma.

When Blackhand raised the holy hammer wrapped in lava high up, the morale of the exhausted warriors was completely boosted. At Orgrim's suggestion, the seriously injured Blackhand simply led his people in a final charge in the dark.

He held high the scorching holy hammer with the hand that had been burned black by the lava.

Even though he was not a shaman and could not communicate with the elements, the elements of the world were impressed by Blackhand's bravery that night. They lent their strength to the legendary chieftain and also gave strength to the Blackrock Clan, allowing them to miraculously complete the counterattack against the ogres at dawn.

It was this battle that made Blackhand abandon his own name and embrace the honorary nickname of "Blackhand", which also made him a legend among the orcs. However, he did not selfishly take the hammer into his hands, but returned it to Orgrim.

That is a sacred object of the family.

Black Hand would not do such a foolish thing as to steal other people's treasures.

What's more, because of his bravery, he was taught the secrets of forging by the fire element and became the most powerful blacksmith among the orcs. He is fully capable of designing and forging his own perfect weapon.

Orgrim Doomhammer's loyalty to Warchief Blackhand is no blind loyalty!
On that desperate night, it was Blackhand who taught Orgrim and the Blackrock clan what courage was with his own sacrifice. The Saurfang brothers, who were still underage at the time, also witnessed the miracle with their own eyes. Naturally, they, like other warriors in the clan, worshipped their legendary chieftain.

That incident was also the proudest achievement of Chief Blackhand in his life.

He did not hide his pride at all and just let the black wolf spirit observe his past.

He sees this as a display of strength.

that's the truth.

The black hand easily reached the giant wolf, and the contempt and ridicule in the giant wolf's eyes turned into recognition and expectation.

"My nemesis is called Goldrinn. He lives in another world, a distant and powerful world, far more powerful and wild than yours."

The wolf's voice, like the sound of a wild beast, echoed in Blackhand's mind. It said:
"Goldrinn loves to bestow his wild power upon mortals, hoping that they will have a warlike and undefeated heart. I once despised this behavior, believing that mortals were unqualified to harness the wrath of the Rebellious Moon. Past facts have proven that they are indeed unable to control this wild power.

but.
You may try to embrace a more ancient rage, orc.

So, Warchief Blackhand, are you willing to become the chosen one and the champion of the Slayer? "

"You want me to be your servant?"

The chief bared his teeth and roared:

"Don't even think about it! Wolf, I'm here to conquer you, not to worship you!"

"Oh, I like your courage, and I despise your recklessness. But if you can wash this pathetic world with a fury of blood and smear the land of Draenor with the blood of the Draenei, then I can give you a chance to challenge me."

The black wolf Lycanthos stood up.

It looked down at Chief Blackhand like a moving hill.

it says:

"It is the will of the Defiler to help the orcs gain strength, but I am willing to play an extra round with you, Warchief Blackhand. No coward can escape the wild hunt of the beasts. I will now grant the power of the beasts to you and your warriors.

You will become the new hunting pack!
You better behave yourself next time!
I also hope that you will travel to another world in the future and help me kill the weak Goldrinn.

Well, I have a fated date with my rebellious brother under the moon. We are destined to devour each other in order to become the raging heart that crosses the sea of stars.

you.
Perhaps you are worthy enough to join me in the dance of death."

"Do I have to defeat the entire world before I can challenge you? Tsk, what a troublesome request."

Chief Blackhand curled his lips.

He flexed his black fingers, transformed by the burning of the magma, and then said loudly:
"But it's not necessarily a bad thing. A victory that's too easy is meaningless."

"Ow!!!"

Amid the low and desolate wolf howls that seemed to transcend time, Chieftain Blackhand suddenly opened his eyes from his throne. Orgrim was looking at him worriedly, but the chieftain signaled him not to worry.

He pulled open the sleeve of his arm and saw the black wolf head symbol on his arm.

He touched it.

At this moment, his rage as a warrior seemed to be "activated", and a clearer warrior path unfolded before him through the blessing of the Slayer. As the great chief's rage turned into a raging fire, a wolf spirit with black and red colors intertwined emerged from beside him, roaring.

He was given the power to steer the Destroyer herd, a son of Lycanthoth commissioned to serve Warchief Blackhand and become the embodiment of his wrath.

Unfortunately, orcs cannot harness their wolf rage to transform into a more ferocious werewolf form.

But this is enough for now.

The black hand moved his fingers, feeling the terrifying power exploding in his body.

He looked at Gul'dan and said:

"The wolf spirits told me that I must bloodbath Draenor to have a chance of conquering it in victory, but I do not wish to enjoy this blessing for myself. You, Warlock, prepare this ritual and grant the same opportunity to the other chieftains when they come.

I will use practical actions to prove to the Killer that I am the only warrior who can conquer it.

Also, get your bloodrage potions ready, Gul'dan.

The war is about to begin."

"As you command, Warchief."

Gul'dan laughed darkly and left with a humble bow. After the warlock left, Orgrim Doomhammer said to the warchief with concern:
"The shamans told me that there are some ingredients in Gul'dan's potions that make them uneasy. Perhaps..."

"I don't care where that potion came from, Orgrim."

Black Hand shook his head and said:
"All I know is that it will help us conquer Draenor faster. Our people need land and security, and the Draenei's presence prevents this, so they must be defeated! That's all.

Draenor belongs only to orcs, and must belong to orcs!

For the sake of strength and the future of my people, I can sacrifice everything! Saurfang, don't tell me you failed the Trial of the Slayer?

I would be very disappointed!"

"Ow"

The howls of the two wolf spirits answered on behalf of the Saurfang brothers, causing the warchief to laugh happily.

He patted Orgrim's shoulder, pointed to the still burning black flame, and signaled him to obtain the "Blessing of Strength".

Orgrim reached out toward the black fire of rage.

But he already had concerns in his mind.

He believed that Blackhand would dedicate everything for the future of the orcs, and that the Warchief was such a warrior and leader.

But he doesn't believe in Gul'dan and the Shadow Council!

Since the Warchief believed that the Warlock could bring him victory, his doubts should be carefully hidden at this time. But as the Warchief, he would definitely keep a close eye on Gul'dan. If that guy showed any problem, he would get rid of him without hesitation!

This is my oath of loyalty.

He had made a vow the day Chief Blackhand returned the sacred relic of his family to him.

Like Blackhand, he wants to devote everything to his clan and his compatriots.

It’s best not to stand in the way of a scum like Gul’dan, and the same goes for the Draenei!
But to be on the safe side, he should perhaps meet with his wise brother Durotan in private. He believed that Durotan would give him the right advice as he had in the past.

(End of this chapter)