Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 94. Ah, it is so fascinating to watch the future great men and villains rolling around in a ball.
"What are you looking at! Blue skin, do you believe I will dig out your eyeballs?"

Griselda Blackhand, who had retrieved her black plate armor and warhammer, challenged Irel in front of her with a vicious tone, but the new recruit brought out by the saint himself had his own dignity and was not moved at all. Leaning on the jeweled warhammer, she just stared vigilantly at the shadows of Griselda and others.

It seemed like a dangerous assassin was about to jump out from there.

Irel's vigilance was justified. For elite assassins, walking and jumping in the shadows was just their basic skills. The place where assassins could most easily launch fatal attacks was always the target's shadow, which was also the place where assassin masters were best at hiding.

Because of the Draenei's size and body structure, it is difficult for them to produce elite assassins.

The Path of Shadows does not favor these "hoofed people" who walk loudly. Only those Draenei with extraordinary talents have the possibility of receiving the blessing of Shadows, such as the former head of the Assassin's Court, Targas, and the legendary "little pervert" Akali.

But that doesn't mean the Draenei are unfamiliar with the assassin's methods.

During their long exile, the Draenei clans encountered various assassins sent by the Legion countless times, which allowed the garrison officers to develop a set of effective "assassin response tactics". The most critical one was to always be vigilant against their own and others' shadows when carrying out capture and protection missions.

"Shut up! Blackrock Barbarian, be careful, the assassin may appear at any time."

Before Griselda could continue her provocation, Garrosh, the orc warlord of Garadar, shouted:
"If we cannot capture the assassin who harmed Chief Zagrel in our territory, it means that the honor of the Garadar orcs will be dishonored. If you dare to interfere with my ability to protect my honor, I will chop off your head with my own hands!

Even if your father is the mastermind!"

"Haha, the one who has the least right to speak here is you, the outcast of the Warsong Clan."

Griselda is a typical Blackrock orc.

Rudeness is their left hand, cruelty is their right hand, and provocation is their tongue! They have no brain in their skulls, where their third fist grows.

The Blackrock Clan is as famous on Draenor for their unpleasantness as for their brutal power. Even the gronn behemoths that roam the wilds of Gorgrond are more polite than them.

However, this time Griselda was not provoking but telling the truth. Like Gaiara, she was keenly aware of Garrosh's "secret". This strong warlord Garadar came from the Warsong Clan. Although he tried his best to conceal this, there was the emblem of the Warsong Clan on his axe.

Although the emblem was worn away by him manually, for the chief's daughter, distinguishing the emblems of different clans is basic skill.

Griselda found the night watch job boring. The anger coursing through her veins made her eager to find someone to practice her skills with, so she continued to provoke:
"I've heard before that Grom Hellscream killed his own wife for being too weak, and called his only child a 'soft-hearted coward' and left him to feed the wolves on the plains of Nagrand.

At that time, I thought Grom was just an inhuman madman, but it turned out that these rumors were not entirely credible.

"When I saw you, I realized that Grom Hellscream was more human than we thought, wasn't he? Son of Hellscream."

"If you say one more fucking word, I'll shut you up with an axe!"

Garrosh's eyes were red, he bared his fangs and whispered:

"You are not allowed to humiliate them! You are not allowed to humiliate me either. I am not a coward. I was just infected with the 'Red Plague', but I have recovered and I will return to my clan soon."

"Really? Then you're really a wimp!"

Griselda sneered:
"Do you know how our Blackrock Clan will deal with those members of our clan who are infected with the Red Plague due to weakness?
They have no chance of being sent to the kind-hearted Mother Gaiaan for treatment. Those who are born weak must be cleared out in order to maintain the continued strength of the tribe. If you were my brother, I would strangle you to death with my own hands to give you relief.

Just like your father killed your mother, give her a warrior's end."

"boom"

The flying battle axe was filled with anger, but was repelled by Griselda's hammer, who was well prepared.

Garrosh grabbed his battle axe with one hand in mid-air and roared as he chopped down at the damned female orc, but Griselda dodged it and hit him in the chest with a fierce headbutt, knocking him back.

"Finally, some fun."

The Black Hand's daughter laughed and stepped forward to fight.

The three Draenei looked at each other in bewilderment at this scene. Yrel whispered to Nobundo, who was fluent in Orcish:
"Are these orcs crazy? Why are these two fighting?"

"Griselda was provoking Garrosh, seemingly mentioning his parents. It's clear that orcs value blood ties as much as they value honor, but Warlord Garrosh's reaction was a bit too emotional."

Nobundo shook his head and said:

"As for fighting, for orcs, fighting is as simple as eating and drinking. It's their instinct. The Mak'gora flag isn't raised right now, so don't worry. They're just sparring."

"Are you risking your life? I suspect these guys bought their lives wholesale on the black market in Shattrath City."

Irel complained:

"These two guys are clearly aiming for each other's vital points with every move! Why is Gaiara just watching from the sidelines and not trying to stop them?"

"Because little Gaiara is the weakest of the three orcs, she knows very well that she cannot intervene casually."

Leland put it bluntly:

"Gayara's young age is one thing, but Garrosh and Griselda both clearly have bloodlines from their fathers. The Warsong and Blackrock clans are both renowned for their strength, but the Frostwolves are even more favored by the elements.

Although their clan warriors also have female heroes like Ms. Draka, it is a pity that Gaiara seems to have not been able to fully inherit her mother's bravery.

I heard from Mr. Ner'zhul that Gaiara has been able to hear the call of elements since she was a child and is a good candidate for a shaman. However, she is determined to become a warrior who leads the clan forward. She has a promising future, but if she intervenes now, she will probably be beaten up by Garrosh and Griselda.

Orcs value personal honor very much, and intervening in other people's battles is a dishonorable act."

"The Warsong Boy is no match for the Blackrock Barbarian."

Before becoming a shaman, Nobundo was a high-ranking garrison officer. He looked at it for a while and shook his head and said:
"He's still having trouble controlling his anger, but Griselda is systematically provoking and baiting Garrosh into continuous attacks. What a formidable warrior! The rhythm of the battle is completely controlled by this venomous female orc."

"It's no use!"

Gaiara came over and shook her head and said in Draenei with a Telmor accent:
"No matter how skilled she is at fighting, she's still just a woman. The stubborn Blackrock Clan has never had a female chieftain, and she's Blackhand's daughter. She's destined to be married to a clan chieftain. I don't think Griselda would accept this outcome, but she can't resist.

My mother asked me to help Griselda.

She said she sensed a terrible shadow growing in Griselda's heart, but to be honest, I was too lazy to say anything more to such a disgusting person.

She and I are not the same kind of people.”

"how about you?"

Leilan reached out and patted Gayala's shoulder, and said in a friendly tone as if he were treating a junior:

"When you were little, you vowed to me that you would become the first female chieftain of the Frostwolf Clan. But your mother is pregnant again, and this time it's likely to be a son. What will you do in the future?"

"Tsk, I haven't given up yet."

Gaiara, carrying the Demon Spine Spear that Yrel had lent her earlier, kicked the stone under her feet in dissatisfaction and said in a dull tone:

"I'll wait until my brother grows up. If he's as wise as our father and as brave as our mother, I'll give him the position of chief and go out to wander and find an opportunity to establish my own clan. But if Go'el fails to inherit our father's will and talent, I'll drive him out!

Just like my father's brother, my uncle, the current chief of the Thunderlord clan, Fenris Wolfbrood, let him experience the storm of Frostfire Ridge alone. If he has the ability, he can naturally become another chief.

If he is incompetent"

"You let him die?"

Yrel said:

"Just like Griselda just said, strangle him with my own hands and give him a warrior's end?"

"Ah? No! We, the Frostwolf Clan, are not as brutal as the Blackrock Clan."

Gayala shook his head and said:

"If Go'ir can't make it, I'll take him back to the clan and let him live out his life as a swineherd, or I'll send him to my uncle. Although the Thunder God Clan is also brutal, at least my uncle and father fought the Blood River War together.

At the place where my second uncle Janar died, they tried their best to maintain the already weak brotherhood between them.

He would not send Go'el to his death."

"Alas, the bloodline inheritance among you orcs is so complicated."

Yrel rubbed his brow and said:
"I feel like even though the Frostwolf Clan is quite low-key, you can at least mobilize the two major clans, the Thunderlord and the White Claw. No wonder Chieftain Ner'zhul insisted on having you participate in this event."

"It's three!"

Gaiara explained seriously:
"The Mok'Nathal clan, living in seclusion on the edge of the Gorgrond wilderness, owes the Frostwolf clan a great favor!

They were able to gain freedom from the Bladespire ogres thanks to the Blood River War initiated by the Frostwolf Clan. Once my father decides to negotiate with you, the Mok'Nathal clan, who value their oaths, will also stand on your side.

Don't underestimate the Mok'Nathal just because they are few in number. The half-blood hunters who can hunt gronn are much more powerful than the Bleeding Hollow."

"Yes, even Warchief Blackhand must consider the opinions of the Frostwolves when making decisions, Yrel."

"Friend of the Orcs" Leilan patiently explained:
"If the orcs were considered a loose empire, then the Frostwolf Clan would be their 'Grand Duke of the West'. This seemingly insignificant clan is extremely skilled in diplomacy, having built Frostfire Ridge into an ironclad system. Once the Frostwolf Clan and Blackhand's warring tribes split, coupled with the terrifying prestige of the Shadowmoon Clan and Mother Gaiaan within orcish civilization, the pressure of war faced by the Draenei would instantly be reduced by at least one-third!

Therefore, this current diplomatic strategy is enough to prove that Uncle Diakum is not a reckless saint who only knows how to fight wars. His observation of the situation and control of the direction of the world are much better than those of the archbishops.

He is truly a savior hero born during the Second Co-Government Period. His wisdom, strength, and courage are all worth learning from!"

"They are going to decide the winner!"

Nobundo pointed at Garrosh and Griselda in front of him. He seemed to be concentrating on the orcs' competition, but in fact he secretly exchanged glances with Lelan, and quietly nodded to his side. The arcanist quietly pinched the seal to draw a wisp of magic power from his Skull of Gul'dan.

Irel noticed the actions of the two people. Being favored by the saint, she was so blessed that she was ready to explode.

At the moment when Griselda knocked Garrosh to the ground in victory, Lelan suddenly turned around and threw a ball of arcane energy to the area leading to the healing tent on his side. The thing had no lethality, but when it landed, it spread out as cold air and froze the ground in an instant.

Nobundo also inserted a unique gem totem into the ground, and the elemental power exploded into a tongue of fire. The combination of ice and fire suddenly pulled the figure hiding in the shadows and approaching the tent out of hiding.

"Ha, got you! Rat!"

Griselda roared and smashed her warhammer out. Garrosh, who was knocked to the ground in a very embarrassed state by her, also threw his war axe close to the ground with his unique technique like a flying axe.

The four attacks landed almost simultaneously, giving the assassin no time to react.

The moment she was driven from the shadows, she fell into a fatal situation.

But this girl was really powerful. The fact that she could single-handedly assassinate a legendary chieftain showed her talent and skills. She crossed the unique double blades in her hands to block the blow of the warhammer, and then used her strength to retreat like a fallen leaf to avoid the axe blade's chop.

Sadly, that was all. The "capture team" personally arranged by Lady Draka wasn't just comprised of these four. When the assassin dodged the attack and landed, he was met by Yrel, wings ablaze with golden light, and Gaiara, charging forward clutching her halberd.

Two close combat experts were enough to entangle her, not to mention that Griselda's "Valkyries" had also jumped down from the high guard posts around them.

These three Black Stone female warriors are quite fierce.

They are all companions who grew up with Griselda. Like their mistress, they are unwilling to obey the Blackrock Clan's foolish "male-superior" tradition. They need military exploits to demonstrate their strength and bravery, so whenever they have the chance, they will act ruthlessly and without mercy.

The assassin was covered in wounds in just a few seconds.

The assassin's greatest deterrent power is always when he is hiding in the shadows and ready to strike. Once the assassination is disrupted and forced into a head-on battle, unless he is a "combat thief" who specializes in close combat, he will never be a match for a warrior of the same level.

Even if she changed her blood, she couldn't replace the people around her, not to mention that there was an all-round actor who could resist, fight and heal.

"Catch her! Cut off her claws! Break her legs!"

Griselda picked up her warhammer. With red eyes, she jumped over and pushed Irel away roughly. As the main attacking force, she stepped forward and knocked the assassin down with one hammer. But the latter was also a ruthless character. After falling to the ground, he sprinkled flash powder to confuse everyone's eyes, but he did not run away. Instead, he took the opportunity to pounce on Griselda.

She seemed to recognize the special identity of this female orc and wanted to kill her here!

The assassin knew very well that once the daughter of Chieftain Blackhand died in the territory of the Garadar orcs, no matter what the Blueskin Saint and Mother Gaiaan planned to do, this neutral orc clan would be doomed!
At that time, all the efforts of the vigilantes will be in vain.

"puff"

The hideous-looking dagger broke out of the shadows and cut Griselda's neck amid her roar, allowing the Daughter of Black Hand to clearly feel the fatal shadow brought by half of her throat being cut off. But at this moment of life and death, her first reaction was not to escape but to fight back. She dropped her weapon at this almost zero distance, grabbed the assassin's neck with her backhand, and then threw her to the ground with a back throw.

"puff"

Gaiara's halberd followed closely and pierced the assassin's leg. Garrosh also rushed over with his battle axe, swinging the blade to give her the final fatal blow.

But at this moment, a dazzling arcane light burst out in front of the orcs, knocking everyone, including Gaiara, back a few steps.

"Blue skin! What are you doing!"

Garrosh roared in anger at failing to complete the sure beheading.

Gaiara, who covered Griselda's fatal wound with her left hand in an attempt to stop the bleeding, looked at her "Aunt Lelan" in astonishment. She couldn't understand why Lelan would choose to protect the dangerous assassin at this moment?
"She's my daughter!"

Lelan stood in front of the fallen assassin and screamed:
"Nobundo, come help me! This is Garona, don't you recognize her? My God, look at how tortured this child is?"

"Did you see it wrong?"

Nobundo's eyes widened.

As a close friend of Maraad, he knew clearly that Lelan had adopted a "Half Orsen", but in his memory, the half-Draenei and orc child was only eleven years old, and was not at all the adult size of the assassin at this time.

However, after the shaman approached and trapped the struggling assassin with elemental power, he immediately confirmed that it was Garona when he saw the distinctive blue eyes.

That child has unique eyes.

Those were orc eyes that inherited the pupils of the Draenei, a unique feature that belonged only to her.

"Someone come save her? Griselda needs medical attention!"

Gayara didn't care about the changing situation at this moment. She hugged the daughter of Black Hand tightly, whom she hated.

The latter seemed to feel her life slipping away. She clutched Gayala's wrist tightly, as if she wanted to say something, but the half of her throat that was cut off made it impossible for her to speak. Every time she coughed, blood would be choked into her trachea.

There was no fear of death in her eyes, only deep-seated reluctance and regret.

She still had so much to accomplish, so many ambitions to realize, and her life, destined to be filled with victory and power, had just begun.
She was unwilling to let it end like this.

"Let her go. I'm very experienced with this kind of injury."

The voice of Saint Diak'um sounded from the tent a few seconds later. It was a little tired, but he spoke Orcish very well. Gaiara and Garrosh, who were half-kneeling beside Griselda, could even sense a Shadowmoon Clan accent in it.

When the two turned around, they saw the Draenei saint striding out of the tent with a weapon that was said to be a staff but was actually more like a spear, and was wrapped in holy light.

Even more astonishing was that Zagrel, the White Claw Clan chieftain who had been on his last breath, was now able to move freely on crutches. Was the healing power of Holy Light so strong? It was simply a miracle.

Under the astonished gazes of the orcs, Dick strode to the side of the Blackhand Daughter, laid her flat on the ground in pain, and then reached out to cover the girl's neck.

While unleashing the most advanced healing spell he currently possessed, Power Word of Life, he stabilized Griselda's "health bar" after stopping the bleeding. At the same time, he placed his fingers on the wound and unleashed a flash of holy light that acted like a "welding" to close her cut neck.

Dick wasn't bragging either.

The throat cut that Griselda suffered at this time was very similar to the injury he suffered when he just "traveled" through time 25,000 years ago, and it was even not as serious as his injury, so this injury could definitely be recovered.

Of course, the daughter of the black hand will inevitably suffer.

The Vigilant Saint was not very fond of her overly "rough and wild" style of behavior. He hoped that this encounter would allow this girl, who did not appear in the official history but definitely existed, to learn the principle of keeping a low profile.

As for White Claw Chief Zagrel, who was looking at him with complicated eyes at this moment
This guy was able to be pulled back from the brink of death by Diakum in just a few hours, all thanks to Dick who almost exhausted his pool of radiant energy, which was five times longer than his health bar, to continuously release various healing spells.

Let's put it this way, in the past few hours of first aid, Dick chanted the top-level healing technique "Holy Healing" no less than nine times. That was enough to consume the holy power of three legendary priests, but Dick did not feel tired or weak because of it.

On the contrary, he was filled with joy and satisfaction at such salvation like a true pastor.

He personally brought back to the world an important soul that should have disappeared in the official history, which made his identity as the "Hand of Fate" even more shining. Griselda in front of him is also such a soul, and her treatment is also quite difficult. After all, she is an orc stabbed by the "King Slayer" dagger in Garona's hand.

Even legendary warriors with normal lives could not withstand that kind of poison. You know, King Llane, the next famous victim of this pair of vicious daggers, died before he could even survive for a minute.

Therefore, the fact that Zagrel was able to hold on until he was rescued by Dick was most likely due to the "Spirit of the Ancestors" secretly exerting their power. It is estimated that during the short period when Chief White Claw's life was hanging by a thread, his fathers in the Shadow Realm had already used all the "connections" they could find in the "Azeroth Underworld".

Just like the Black Hand Girl now.

She was already on her deathbed, but was forcibly dragged back to the world by a shining holy healing light.

When he regained his vision after being dazed, what came into view was the big, square face of the blue-skinned saint, and the Naaru blessing mark burning like a torch on his forehead.

"You will survive, you will become the warchief and leader you were meant to be, and you will go down in the history of Draenor as a hero of the orcs."

Dick whispered:
"You will prove that you are more suitable to lead the tribe than your father, provided that you make the right choice in the choice of fate. It has pushed you in front of me, child, and I cannot sit idly by and watch you.
I know you don’t understand, it’s okay, you don’t need to understand.

This is a game between me and fate. It's normal that mortals can't understand it.

Go to sleep.

When you wake up, a new world will beckon you to embark on a journey."

"Uncle Diakum! Garona can't hold on any longer."

Lelan's screams rang out from the side, and she called out:

"Some force is taking her soul away. Come and help this poor child."

"Let her wait!"

Dick observed the bound and struggling Garona. The shadows surrounding the orc assassin were quite thick, and as the saint looked at the animated darkness, the darkness seemed to whisper to him.

It was a temptation, no doubt, the night longed for Diakum to extinguish his light and merge into the darkness.

Dick knew that if he wanted to go further in his ministry, he had to make that choice.

but not now.

Therefore, he rejected the temptation of darkness and said in a slightly indifferent tone:

"Garona must hold on. If she continues to succumb to Gul'dan's dark temptations, even the Holy Light will be unable to restore her will. Like a person drowning in the shadows, she must first learn to save herself in the darkness before we can lend a helping hand."

"It's not her fault, Saint."

Nobundo, using elemental power to heal and bind Garona, explained:

"This child bears clear traces of warlock magic. The Shadow Council has ripened her body and seduced her mind."

"But the two 'King Slayers' in her hands will never submit to the walking corpses without their own will. These weapons, infused with evil fanaticism by the great demon, have their own dark consciousness. They will only obey those souls that grow to excellence under the nourishment of darkness.

In other words, part of that child's mind has embraced the darkness.

Gul'dan did indeed seduce her, but it was her own choice that she became what she is today."

Dick glanced at the blood-stained alien dagger stuck in the ground. He sensed a very "familiar" aura from it. He used a stern look to stop Garrosh's reckless attempt to pick it up.

The Vigilant shook his head and said:

"Perhaps in order to survive, Garona forced herself to learn to merge with the darkness, forcing herself to choose the fate of becoming an assassin.

She had stepped into the black realm.

That is not the realm of the Holy Light.

She also did not realize that she already had enough power to resist Gul'dan's dark commands, and she chose to sink into them.

She must now once again actively struggle to escape the darkness in order to survive.

Therefore, Leilan, the one who can help her now is not me, but you! If you want to save your 'daughter', then become the guiding light in her heart and lead her out of the darkness.

As long as she takes the step to embrace the light, the holy light will come to her and illuminate all the ways ahead for her.

I promise! "

Ps:

After finishing the update yesterday, I counted my sins. Uh, no, the extra updates that I owed!

Then, I discovered with despair that I owed 50 chapters to Lao Huo alone. I was really flattered by such kindness and even felt a little bit at a loss. There is no need to think too much about it now. I will try my best to make up for these chapters for everyone within a few months.

(End of this chapter)