Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 93:48. Blackhand and her Valkyries have a big surprise for the Vigilantes!
The reckless young female orc almost caused a dangerous situation of "assassinating the king and killing the driver". Fortunately, the Sentinel was skilled in archery and horsemanship and prevented her from succeeding. It is no exaggeration to say that when seeing the female warrior of the Frostwolf Clan chopping the battle axe at the Draenei saint, the heart of Ner'zhul, who was following closely behind, was in his throat.

He was not afraid that Diakum would be killed by this axe.

After all, the power gap between the two was indeed a billion points large. Diakam had no defense at all, so even if Gaiara attacked her, she might not be able to break through the defense. The old orc was worried that the Sentinel would be angered by this "rudeness".

As the orc chieftain who participated in the entire Shadowmoon Valley incident, no one knew better than Ner'zhul how exaggerated Diak'um's divine wrath was.

More importantly, he had guaranteed the absolute safety of this orc town with his own reputation, but this happened just after arriving in Garadar, which clearly proved that there was a problem with Ner'zhul's orders to the traditional orcs.

This would seriously damage Ner'zhul's reputation at a time when the two races needed to unite.

Fortunately, Diak'um was not a narrow-minded person. In fact, in Ner'zhul's subsequent observations, he found that the Draenei saint was full of a certain "subtle interest" in the reckless Gaiara.

Not only did Diakum forgive the young warrior's recklessness and aggression, but every time he looked at Gayara, a different light would appear in his eyes.

"Did you see some bright qualities in the Frostwolf Daughter?"

As they walked into the tent in the center of Garadar, Ner'zhul asked softly. Diak'um didn't hide anything. He ignored the vigilant and nervous gazes of the sturdy brown-skinned orc warriors around him and whispered:

"This is a child blessed by fate."

"Ok?"

Ner'zhul raised his eyebrows at the other party's answer. He leaned on his cane and asked:
"Could you be more specific? You know, using the word 'fate' to describe young people might be a bit exaggerated."

"That's exactly what it means, Chieftain Ner'zhul."

Dick glanced again at the female orc who was whispering next to Lelan. The latter noticed the saint's gaze and smiled awkwardly and scratched her head foolishly.

She was indeed very young, only about fifteen or sixteen years old at most, but her warrior talent was surprisingly good. Her head alone was much more exaggerated than that of the adult orc warriors around her.

In time, she would become a legendary chief like her parents and grandparents.

"We Draenei take fate as seriously as you do, and I myself have faced its cold power and accomplished what others call 'miracles'.

I must tell you that Gaiara's presence here represents a slight ripple in the fate of Draenor."

Dick said frankly:
"I realize that the prophecies I'm familiar with may have ceased to exist before I awaken, so in addition to my resolute mind, I also have a curiosity about the future, Chieftain Ner'zhul.

Of course, I'm not here to discuss the doctrine of fate with you this time. We are short on time, so let's get down to business.

If the Frostwolf Daughter is here, does that mean your alliance has been successful?"

“It wasn’t as smooth as I thought, but fortunately it was a success.”

Ner'zhul nodded and said:

"Mother Gaiaan, who has always maintained neutrality, is willing to give both of us a chance. Draka, the heroine of the Frostwolf clan, quietly came to Garadar a few days ago on behalf of her husband and clan.

But my old friend, the legendary chief Zagrel from the White Claw clan, who I thought would definitely come, has never replied to me.

From what I know about that stubborn old guy, he should be the one who is most opposed to the establishment of the tribe and the Shadow Council's manipulation of power, but his silence made me realize that something might have happened to the White Claw clan.

The third clan I invited also didn't respond. On the way here, I told you about the regrettable decision made by the Burning Blade Clan.

But I already have a solution to the Burning Blade Clan's problem."

"You only plan to gather three clans?"

Diakum said in surprise:

"Even if we count the Shadowmoon Clan and Garadar, led by Mother Gaiaan, there are only five clans. Even those orc clans I can name, there are more than twenty. Do you think relying on these five forces alone is enough to resist the corruption of the fel energy on the orcs?"

"No, I'm not that arrogant."

Ner'zhul shook his head and explained:

"These five clans I have contacted are to help you resolve the problems of Oshu'gun.

As I said before, there will be no peace between the orcs and the draenei until the issues of the holy land and the spirits of the ancestors are resolved. We must open this door before we can proceed to the next step of persuasion and union.

Although neither White Claw nor Fire Blade sent out messengers, the matter was already imminent.

Come with me, Sentinel. Even if it's just me, Mother Gaiaan, and Lady Draka, we must get to Oshu'gun as soon as possible.

There is another piece of bad news that I didn't tell you just now. The Great Chieftain Blackhand is summoning the chiefs of each clan to the fortress in the Nataan Jungle. No one knows what he is going to do, but according to Ms. Draka's speculation, Blackhand is likely to formally propose his conquest plan at this clan meeting.

Once the resolution is passed, the Horde will immediately begin an attack on the Draenei.

Judging from the current situation in the Nagrand Steppes, the orcs will complete the final extermination of the Gorian Ogre Empire before the resolution is issued!
Therefore, the time left to us must be calculated in days."

"Ah."

Dick was not surprised by the news, he was mentally prepared.

As Ner'zhul entered the largest tent in the town of Garadar, the Sentinel took off his weapon and handed it to Lelan, and signaled Yrel and Nobundo to stay outside the tent.

This action made Ner'zhul very satisfied. He took off his weapon and handed it to the Shadowmoon Shaman beside him, who was the female shaman Rekkar Bloodfire who was rescued from the Fortress of Pain by Diak'um.

The two men entered the tent one after the other. The curtain made of cleft-hoofed cow leather was lowered, and the surge of elemental power isolated the sound communication inside and outside the tent.

The big shots want to talk in private, and there is a clear distinction outside the door.

Three Draenei were guarding the tent, and the young shaman of the Shadowmoon Clan, Rekkar Bloodfire, stood with them, while Garadar's elite warriors stared at the three blue-skinned men with unfriendly eyes.

Although they are the most traditional and neutral faction among the orc clans, it is unrealistic to expect the two sides to coexist peacefully given the current friction between the orcs and the draenei.

"Get out of the way! Everyone, get out of the way! Don't let the Draenei laugh at us!"

Young Gaiara was very dissatisfied with the aggressiveness shown by her people at this time. After all, she was the daughter of the Frostwolf Chieftain. She had been influenced by her father since she was a child and knew some "diplomatic etiquette". So she took the initiative to step forward to disperse those hostile orc warriors.

However, although Mother Gaiaan is her biological grandmother, and the town of "Galadar" is named after the place where her legendary grandfather, Chief Galad, fell, she is not a "local" after all.

After her grandfather's death, her heartbroken grandmother Gaiaan also left the Frostwolf Clan and established this town here to help the homeless orcs and those abandoned by the clan due to illness.

Although the town of Garadar, which guards the Throne of Elements, has never called itself a clan, the number of clansmen here now makes it a "neutral clan" that cannot be ignored. The highly respected Mother Gaiaan in the Orc civilization is undoubtedly the only chief of this clan.

There are actually quite big differences between the various orc clans.

Their civilization has not yet developed to the point where "nationalism" has emerged, nor is there any talk of large-scale "national identity." Unless encountering an event that threatens all orcs, clans generally do not regard orcs from other clans as "compatriots." For example, when facing an alien race like the Blueskins, the most basic concept of "friend or foe" will prompt them to temporarily put aside the conflict between clans.

In short, you, Gaiara, are the daughter of the chieftain of the Frostwolf clan, but what does that have to do with us, the Garadar orcs?
Why should everyone listen to you?
Is it because our chief is your grandmother?
Oh, there's no such thing as that in orcish tradition! The neutral Garadar is definitely not a vassal of the Frostwolf Clan!

Seeing that her words were of little use, Gayala felt embarrassed in front of "Auntie Lelan", so she angrily grabbed the "stick" behind her.

Well, it was originally a battle axe, but the Vigilante crushed it into scrap metal with his bare hands.

"I may be a Frostwolf orc, but I also bear the insignia of a warlord! Are you warriors going to fight me if you don't respect my identity?"

The young female orc warrior roared:
"Is this the Garadar way of hospitality?"

"Humph, although we, the Garadar, are not as numerous and powerful as the Frostwolf Clan, we are not so poor that a Frostwolf cub can show off his power here!"

A deep voice sounded from the crowd, and a tall orc pushed his tribesmen aside and walked over.

He was a warrior as young as Gaiara, shirtless and looking like he had just finished training. He looked Gaiara up and down and said with a disdainful frown:
"You are a warlord, and I am a warlord too. If you have anything to say, just tell me! Of course, if you intend to stand up for the three blue-skinned people behind you, then I will teach you a lesson on behalf of your father and mother.

Don’t you see what the situation is now!
The chief is calling on all clans to unite and strangle the blueskin.

You, on the contrary, have become their protector, Gayala, are you going to go against the tribe?"

"Shut up, you exile of the Warsong clan! Even your father looked down on you and left you here to die, and Mother Gaiaan never allowed the Garadar orcs to join the Horde's conquests. So, what qualifications do you have to call yourself a 'warrior of the Horde'?"

Gaiyala couldn't stand this kind of provocation and immediately retorted.

These words touched the sore spot of the young orc opposite, causing him to roar, grab an axe and smash it on the ground, then hook his finger at Gaiara.

The female orc sneered and was about to step forward to fight.

Her mother is a Frostwolf heroine respected by all the orc clans. Lady Draka's reputation was forged in the "Battle of Blood River" several years ago. It is said that the Bladespire ogres who died at her hands could be piled up into a mountain.

Having been trained by such a tough mother since childhood, Gaiara is not afraid of fighting.

Faced with the provocation from the Warlord Garadar, she was about to step forward and start a Mak'gora to defend her honor, but was quickly stopped by Lelan.

"do not go!"

The Arcanist whispered:

"You can't beat him. He's bigger than you, and his anger is even more ferocious than yours."

"Even if we can't win, we have to fight! Otherwise, it would be shameful. I represent the reputation of the Frostwolf Clan! We orc warriors only care about winning and losing. We never dare to fight!"

Gaiara rolled up his sleeves and shook his head and said:

"This has nothing to do with you, Aunt Lelan. Today I must beat Garrosh, the idiot who looks down on others with his dog eyes, to the ground! Mother Gaiaan is my grandmother, not his grandmother!

As a result, my grandmother became old and confused, and treated him, an outsider, better than me, her own granddaughter!
I've been irritated with this guy for a long time."

Irel didn't understand the Orc language very well, but that didn't stop her from seeing how the situation was developing. Seeing that Gaiara was about to pick up a stick to fight, the new recruit immediately stepped forward, took out his Demon Spine Spear and put it in Gaiara's hand, then gave her a thumbs up and made a "beat her up" gesture.

"Thanks!"

The female orc waved the weapon in her hand, which was obviously not the style of the Draenor world, and stepped forward to fight with the sharp sound of breaking wind.

According to tradition, a group of orc warriors surrounded the place to watch the fight between the two young warlords, but just as the duel flag was about to be raised, a rotating black stone warhammer whizzed over the crowd and landed right in the middle of the two warlords with a bang.

"Everyone, get out of the way! The Blackrock Clan's envoy is here!"

Amidst low roars, a team of female orc warriors, riding on black wolves, rushed over. Leading them was Griselda, the daughter of Blackhand, who had left the Nataan Jungle earlier.

She is two heads taller than ordinary orcs. She inherited the powerful bloodline of Blackhand, which made her larger in size. She wears the iconic black plate armor and tusk helmet of the Blackhand clan, and has a Blackstone battle flag tied behind her.

She said loudly with coldness and arrogance:

"I don't know what the hell you little brats from the small clans are playing, but the warriors of the tribe should unite their strength against the outside world and not engage in honorless private fights over trivial matters!

I don't have time to argue with you about this. Where is Mother Gaiaan?
Let her come out and save people!"

"The old lady is busy today and has no time."

Garrosh, the clan warlord of Garadar, bared his teeth and said loudly:

"We have a 'distinguished guest' today. Even the Blackrock Clan's envoys have to wait. We are not afraid of you." "Haha, little brat, you'd better learn to be afraid!"

The Black Hand Girl pointed behind her with a slightly arrogant tone and said:

"The one who was injured was not my follower. The Blackrock orcs are not that fragile. But I accidentally saved the old chieftain of the White Claw clan, Zagrel. I heard that this old chieftain is a close friend of Mother Gaiaan. If she hadn't come forward, then this weak and pitiful old fellow would have died.

Also, the dangerous assassin who's after him has been following us!

That thing is very strange and deadly. Even my Valkyries can hardly stop her, so you'd better not gather here and send all your hunters out to be on guard!"

"What? Old Chief Zagrel?"

Gayala was startled and hurried over to check.

Sure enough, the dying old chief Zagrel was found in the group of the Black Hand's Daughter. There was a terrible scar on his chest, and the flesh and blood near the wound had been strangely corroded and emitted a disgusting stench.

The Frostwolf Clan and the White Claw Clan live together in Frostfire Ridge. The relationship between the two clans has been one of mutual assistance since the generation of Gaiara's grandfather. The two clans also fought together in the "Battle of Blood River", a war engraved in the history of the orcs. Therefore, Gaiara also regards this stubborn but mature old chief as his elder.

She was about to rush into the tent to seek help but was stopped by Garrosh. This time, Warlord Garadar did not deliberately stop her, but instead used his eyes to desperately signal to Gaiara.

Gaiara immediately understood what Garrosh meant and asked her to hide the three Draenei quickly!

She thought to herself that this was not good!
"Wait! Why is there a blue-skinned person here?!"

The savage and fierce Blackhand's daughter also discovered the problem. After seeing the three Draenei, she immediately roared:
"The Garadar orcs actually secretly made peace with the blueskins without telling the Warchief? Great! I caught you red-handed! I see that each of you wants your lives gone. Have you forgotten the tragedy of the Bladewind Clan?

Are your bones soft?
Damn!

Sokka, kill them!"

Amid the murderous roar, several sturdy Blackrock female warriors who were guarding Griselda immediately rushed forward with weapons in hand to attack the three Draenei, but were blocked by Garrosh and Gaiara on the left and right.

Garadar's warlord swung his battle axe to repel the fierce female warrior and shouted loudly:
"Warriors! Today's guests were invited by the Mother herself. This is our territory, and the Garadar orcs will never allow guests to be harmed in our presence. We must uphold our neutrality, traditions, and honor.

follow me!
Defeat the Blackrock Clan's emissaries first."

"Just stop them and disarm them! Don't hurt them, or else things will become unclear."

Gayara also shouted.

The two governors covered each other and went straight for Griselda. Seeing that a melee was about to begin, the curtain of the tent was finally lifted, but the sentinel wrapped in holy light did not take action.

He is a guest.

When the host can handle it, there is no reason for the guests to help.

"Ah, this mess makes you look ridiculous."

Old Mother Gaiaan, holding the ancestor's holy staff, said helplessly. Diakam waved his hand, indicating that an old man over 20,000 years old would not argue with the impulsive young man. Ner'zhul said nothing but called on the elemental power to enter.

All the orcs who had drawn their weapons were bound to the spot by the tight grasp of stone claws that stretched out from the ground.

The last person to attend the meeting, Lady Draka, the heroine of the Frostwolf Clan, rushed forward like a whirlwind with two war hammers in her hands and started hammering.

She is the daughter-in-law of Gaia's mother. How can she let her elderly mother-in-law do it herself?

She can handle things like teaching the younger generation a lesson, just as a way to stretch her muscles.

After a round of storm attacks, all the warriors, including Griselda and her Valkyries, were knocked to the ground and temporarily lost their combat effectiveness.

The force of the blow is just right, ensuring that it will confuse you but not hurt your brain.

This precise and exaggerated control of power makes him an absolute legendary warrior, but the problem is that you are pregnant with the future "World Shaman". Two months is a dangerous time. Is it really okay for you to be so tough?
"Ah, the poor old fellow has suffered so much."

While the orcs were dealing with their "internal affairs", Dick and Gaiaan came to the old orc chieftain brought by Griselda. The old chieftain, a legendary shaman, examined Chief White Claw and said in a teasing and helpless tone:
"Elemental water can hardly heal this kind of injury in such a short time. This is definitely not a wound caused by an ordinary weapon. I have never even seen this kind of poison before."

"This is the demon's poison! It's not just evil energy, there's something even more deadly mixed in with it."

Dick stroked the old orc's hideous wound with his fingers and said:
"If you don't mind, I can use the healing power of Holy Light to try to save his life, but I don't know if that would go against the orc traditions. As far as I know, the White Claw Clan is the most conservative of all the orc clans."

“If Zagrel could still speak, the old man would certainly not let any force other than the elements touch him, but look at him now, every breath he takes is with all his might.

The ancestral spirits are too busy to take him away right now, so please do your best to treat him."

The old matriarch said:

"Right here in the tent. It seems our conversation will have to be postponed."

“That’s not a bad thing.”

Dick waved his hand and cast the "levitation spell" to lift the seriously injured body of the old chief. With the assistance of Lelan, he sent Chief Zagrel of the White Claw Clan into the tent. Then a warm light like the dawn emerged.

Dick, the legendary priest, rarely encounters patients who need his full efforts to treat them. This time he finally meets one, and he will not give up until he has improved his skill proficiency.

What's more, the identity of Chief White Claw is indeed special. If he can be rescued by himself, then this conversation with the "Orc Conservatives" will be half successful.

the most important is
"Lelan, this wound was left by the most deadly assassin!"

While continuously casting Cleansing spells to remove the poison and using Word of Life and Lay on Healing to keep the old orc alive, Diakum whispered to his adopted daughter:
"According to Chief Blackhand's daughter, the assassin must be from the Shadow Council, or even sent by Gul'dan himself, so we'd better help the Garadar orcs capture her. This will help us win the favor of three clans at once.

Take Yrel and Nobundo with you to help.

I believe the deadly assassin is nearby and will not stop until Zagrel is dead."

"Ah."

Leland nodded and turned to leave the tent.

Dick looked at the old orc in the light.

He narrowed his eyes. He knew clearly who had assassinated this guy. He could even tell the origin of the weapon in the other person's hand just by the shape of the wound.

In his previous life's battles, Dick was not always the Grand Lord of Holy Light. He also dabbled in the ways of shadows. He knew the stories of those walkers in the shadows like the back of his hand, but he did not expect that the "King Slayer" would appear so early.

The reason why Leland had to go was not because Dick deliberately pushed his "adopted daughter" into the fire pit, but because he knew that only if Leland appeared in the hunting ground of the shadow, it would be possible to pull the "Hand of Shadow" who had not been completely controlled by Gul'dan back to the sunlight of the world.

"I am the 'Hand of Fate' after all."

Dick, enveloped in holy light, touched the hideous, poisoned wound and whispered:

"The winding and miserable fate I have seen does not discriminate between races. Argus and the Draenei should be saved as much as possible, and Draenor and the orcs also have the same promise. Just like you, Chief Zagrel."

He saw the old orc in the light struggling to open his eyes weakly, and he smiled gently, whispering like the most proper doctor:

"Don't be afraid, the Holy Light will keep you away from death, child. Take a deep breath. That's it!"

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"Lady Draka! You are a heroine to us orcs! Even my father praised your bravery, which puts most men to shame. Since I was born, I have always longed to be like you and to achieve the same feats as you, but now the orcs of Garadar have made peace with the blueskins.

They are selling out our interests!

How can a hero like you just stand by and watch or even participate?

Have you also betrayed your people?"

In the temporary cage of the orc camp of Garadar, Griselda, the daughter of Blackhand, who had been disarmed and stripped of her armor, roared angrily. Not far in front of her, the Frostwolf heroine Draka had just taught her useless eldest daughter a lesson, and by the way, she helped the unfortunate Warlord Garrosh to wrap herbs and bandages.

The unlucky fellow was hit on the arm by the war hammer of the Daughter of Blackhand before being knocked unconscious. Fortunately, it was not a fatal injury, otherwise the "Young Master Roar" who would be remembered in history would have become a one-armed orc.

Facing the Daughter of Blackhand's unyielding roar, Draka turned her head. The heroine stared at the female orc in front of her with her blue eyes. The orc was almost as strong as herself. She stepped forward and avoided Griselda's well-prepared sneak attack.

Just like playing a game with a child, she sighed and said:

"It is precisely because the orc clans all call me a 'hero' that I appear here, child. Please believe me, if it is proved that the loss of speech and chaos of the ancestral spirits are indeed related to the Draenei, then my battle axe will definitely become the war blade of the warchief!

However, what if it wasn't the Draenei's fault?

What if some conspirators were behind the scenes, secretly provoking a war between the orcs and the draenei in order to reap the benefits?
This is war! Griselda, do you know how heavy these two words are?
If we make a wrong judgment, all the orc clans will be drawn into the wheel of war.

You are still young.

You don't know that once hatred is established, it will take countless blood to untie it, so you must be cautious before making these decisions, and your father acted very carelessly this time!
He was misled!
This is fatal for a leader.”

"I do not understand!"

The Black Hand Daughter stiffened her neck and said:
"But I believe my father would not make a mistake in such matters!"

"Well, you are indeed a natural warrior. Let me talk to you in a warrior's way."

Draka smiled.

She drew the Frostwolf Hand Axe from her waist and slashed the chains of the cage with a bang. She said to Griselda, who had regained her freedom:
"Are you willing to be used as a gun by a cunning guy?"

"No! I'll smash the head of anyone who dares to use me! In fact, if I were in my father's place, a guy like Gul'dan wouldn't survive a single day!"

Griselda whispered.

She made no effort to conceal her contempt and disgust for the Shadow Council, and her words also made it clear that she was not as reckless as she appeared.

She actually knows who is behind this!

This answer made Draka look at her "Blackstone fan" in surprise, then she nodded and said:

"Very good, this is an opportunity. You just need to be patient. The assassin who assassinated Chief Zagrel is nearby. You are responsible for capturing her. The Draenei will help.

They will accompany us to the Oshu'gun sanctuary later, serving as the Blackrock Clan's 'eyes' and 'hands' to help us resolve the ancestral spirits' plight. I know the Blackrock Clan has a unique tradition, but if you still worship the ancestral spirits and wish to save them, then restrain your anger and direct it in the right direction."

"I don't trust those blue-skinned people, but I believe in you. You are my war idol!"

Griselda rubbed her wrist and asked in a low voice:

"But if the facts prove that it was indeed the blue-skinned people who disturbed the spirits of the ancestors..."

"Then we'll have a chance to fight side by side, kid."

Draka glanced at the Black Stone female warriors in the cages nearby, whom Griselda called "Valkyries," and said with a smile:
"You have trained your sisters well. You are destined to become a more powerful heroine and commander than I am. But until your destiny arrives, you will obey my command, okay, little girl?"

(End of this chapter)