Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 95 50. Oh my god, why is Gul'dan so evil! ?

At nightfall, the Sentinel had just finished treating the Daughter of Blackhand. He left the tent with the satisfaction that a priest should have in curing diseases and saving lives, and the sense of accomplishment that the hand of fate had shown its power twice, no, three times tonight. Then he saw Gaiara standing next to the tent with a worried look on her face.

Because he witnessed the Draenei saint healing Chief Zagrel and performing first aid on Blackhand's daughter, the young orc warrior's attitude towards the tall "blue-skinned man" improved a lot.

"Is it really okay for Aunt Lelan to be with a formidable assassin trained by Gul'dan himself?"

She walked up and asked worriedly:
"That half-orc female assassin is very powerful! We all witnessed her assassinating Griselda. If she wanted to harm Aunt Lelan, an arcanist would not be able to withstand the assassin's attack at close range."

"Let me ask you a question, young but not lacking in courage, Gayara. Do you think an assassin who could kill Chief Zagrel in the White Claw's stronghold and escape unscathed would make the foolish mistake he did last night?"

Dick rubbed his brow and asked casually:

"It seems to me that you are just a bunch of new recruits, yet you were able to snatch her out of the shadows with such precision. While the elemental forces certainly assisted, if an assassin couldn't even evade detection, Gul'dan wouldn't have entrusted her with such a dangerous and deadly weapon, one that could even be called a 'monster,' would he?"

"Ok?"

Gayara blinked.

She quickly guessed the answer, glanced at the tent where Leilan was, and whispered:

"Was she caught because of Aunt Leland?"

"Most likely so."

Dick nodded and said:
"Perhaps it was because she still had feelings for Leilan, the man who raised her, and she hesitated when she saw Leilan was present during the assassination mission. This is why she stayed too long and was detected by the elemental forces.

In fact, last night, Ner'zhul, your mother and I were all ready to capture her ourselves. We sent you to guard outside the tent just to relax her vigilance.

But it turns out that you new recruits have exceeded my expectations.

Give your Auntie Leland some faith!
A Draenei arcanist who can have friendships with orc heroines and has friends among all races in Draenor has a unique talent for communication, which is an outstanding diplomatic ability that I am also impressed by.

And if you were worried about her you should have stayed by her side instead of standing outside the door like you are doing now.

You consider Leland a trusted friend and elder, right?
I know that orcs can sacrifice everything for the friendship they believe in. This is also your most beautiful tradition and virtue, and you should fulfill it."

"But that's her daughter."

Gaiara sighed, shook his head and said:
"Maybe they have a lot to talk about with each other, I'm just an outsider."

"But Leylan obviously wants you to be family too, Gayala."

Dick smiled and patted the young orc's shoulder. He said in a gentle voice, "Wise Old Man":
"As we Draenei grow older, we tend to become more withdrawn, and the boundaries between people are very clear. But Lelan is an exception. She inherited her father's enthusiasm and sincerity. Therefore, as long as you take that step bravely, you will gain a Draenei family member.

Go ahead.

She needs your help, son."

"I'm not a child!"

Gayala retorted:

"I'm already a formidable orc warrior. I earned the position of warlord based on my exploits in Frostfire Ridge. You shouldn't address me like that!"

"But from the perspective of a man over 20,000 years old, most people in this world are just children to me, even your wise and generous grandmother."

Dick said to Gaiara in a teasing tone:
"If you want me to treat you as an equal, then you must either use force to gain my recognition or earn my respect through genuine achievements. Unfortunately, you can't do either right now, so when I call you 'child,' you'd better not get angry."

After saying this, the Sentinel leaned on his staff and strode away as Gaiara glared at him with gritted teeth.

The upright orc stomped his feet on the spot, but finally turned around and walked into Leilan's tent.

"You're just in time, Gailaja, come and help me hold her down!"

Leilan was sweating profusely at this moment. She said to her orc juniors and friends:

"I need to release a mental link into Garona's mental world to guide her, but that bastard Gul'dan gave her a despicable mental suggestion. If I do this, she will retaliate."

"Just break their arms and legs or tie them up."

Gaiara stepped forward and punched the struggling Garona in silence, then found a rope and swiftly tied her to the tent pillar. This "physical calming" method made Leilan laugh, but just as he was about to connect his spirit, he was stopped by Gaiara. The orc female warrior said seriously:

"If Gul'dan has left a dangerous power within the spirit of this Halfrolsen, then I cannot allow you to go to that 'battlefield' alone. I will go with you and find your shaman companion to protect us."

"You shouldn't call her 'Halfolsen'. I know it's a very offensive word in Orcish."

Leland sighed and said:
"But you're right. I can't bring Garona back by myself. I need the help of Nobundo and the elemental forces. Moreover, this is the warlock's mind magic. As an arcane magician, I'm not good at it.

My uncle definitely knows how to remove this evil power, but he is a person who always attaches great importance to these strange "rituals". Alas, his request for me to complete this task means that he has no intention of getting involved before I fail.

Perhaps this is his unique way of educating his younger generation?"

"I think your uncle is very organized and his words are always convincing. He must have his reasons for asking you to do this. And if it's a warlock, there is actually an orc warlock in the Garadar camp."

Gayala blinked and said:
"That guy is new, from another clan like Garrosh. He's secretive and doesn't interact with other orcs, but Mother Gaia takes good care of him. I heard that guy was once taught by a warlock from the Shadow Council.

I also saw him use some very evil spells, but the clan mother said he was a kind child.

Maybe we could ask him for help?

What's his name?

Goering?

No, it seems his name is Yolin.
You wait here, Aunt Leland, I'll go get him."

"Thank you for your help, Gaiara."

Leilan breathed a sigh of relief. After Gaiara left, she was alone in the tent watching Garona, who was tied to a pillar and roaring like a wild beast.

This child is a hybrid of Draenei and Orc. In Lelan's memory, she had skin between brown and blue, and her fangs were much smaller than those of other orcs. Most importantly, Garona had a pair of big Draenei eyes. She was a very beautiful and healthy girl.

But now, the child was ripened by the warlock's evil magic.

She grew to adulthood in less than a year. Her body lines were still flexible, but the muscles on her body represented her exaggerated destructive power at this time. The warlocks tattooed dark tattoos on her to greatly strengthen her connection with the shadow. Staying with the demon-blood orcs for a long time made her seem to be "radiated" and also had light green skin.

All this makes Garona look gloomy, crazy and cold.

Judging from the appearance alone, Garona at this time is completely different from the "daughter" in Lelan's memory, but years of raising her have made Lelan never think of abandoning her child. She will definitely try her best to bring her back from the "darkness".

"Don't be afraid."

Leilan reached out and placed his hand on Garona's bruised forehead, but the next second the confused assassin bit his palm.

It hurts.

The flowing blood made Garona's eyes well up with bloodshot. The orcs' unique "blood rage" was activated by the bloody smell, making her bite Lelan's fingers even harder, but Lelan's cry of pain made Garona suddenly stop.

For a moment, she seemed to recognize the Draenei mother in front of her and hurriedly released Lelan's fingers, but before she could speak, the dark power entrenched in the spiritual level once again dragged her back into the dark quagmire, making her fall into chaotic madness again.

The more this happened, the more compassionate the look of pity appeared in Leland's eyes.

Uncle Diakme is right!
Garona still remembered her, the child who had just been willing to defy Gul'dan's dark will to spare her life.

She needs her own help!

"Auntie Lelan, I found someone."

Gaiara quickly brought the mysterious orc warlock to the tent, but Garrosh, who had nothing to do with the matter, also came along. Facing the puzzled gaze of Nobundo who was treating Lelan's wound and Yrel's undisguised vigilance, Garrosh bared his teeth.

The young "War Song Abandoned Child" curled his lips and said:

"The clan mother asked me to take good care of Yolin. It's my duty to ensure that he doesn't get hurt, so I have to come! You guys go about your business, don't worry about me."

As he spoke, Garrosh sat down at the edge of the tent.

He stared at Garona who was tied up there, and listened to this group of people discussing how to save the soul of "Halfolsen". Coming from the Warsong Clan, he felt from the bottom of his heart that this group of people was very nagging.

He's just a degenerate bastard, is it necessary to pay so much attention to him?
In their Warsong clan, an uncontrollable "warrior" like Garona would definitely be eliminated at the first opportunity. Garrosh, who believed in the theory of "blood purity" from the bottom of his heart, was full of contempt and disgust for bastards like Halfred, but he was smart enough not to show it.

Although the group of people in front of him were fussy and a bit pushy, he didn't feel uncomfortable staying with them.

The reason is very simple.

If they can put so much effort into a meaningless Havrosen, then these guys will make the same effort to save him when they need help.

If I don't make friends with such people, do I have to seek out those bastard warlocks of the Shadow Council as my brothers?
Hey, don’t look at the fact that Young Master Hou is very young, but he is really not as violent and brainless as he looks. His inability to control his anger is just a matter of skill, and does not mean that he is mentally stupid.

Being able to perform that kind of "fake-become-real" cooperation with the cunning Griselda before, Young Master Hou is definitely not a guy who is not good at thinking.

"You guys just said you wanted someone to follow this blue-skinned arcanist into her mind?"

After a few minutes, Garrosh suddenly spoke:

"Let Gaiara stay, I'll go with her! I've seen warlocks' spells before, and I know they use fear to deal with their enemies, but the unbridled rage of the Warsong Clan can keep me from feeling the fear for a short time.

The Frostwolves have no such talent."

"Are you looking down on me?"

Gaiara bared her teeth, but Garrosh snorted and said:
"A good warrior should understand his talents and strengths better than anyone else. You know you're not as good as me, so you should learn to keep your mouth shut about this kind of thing. I do see the bravery of Lady Draka in you, but unfortunately, you haven't inherited any of Chief Durotan's wisdom.

Stay here and don't make trouble!
Yolin, can you help me connect to the spirit of this weak Havolsen?"

"can."

The silent orc warlock nodded.

He looked as young as Gaiara and Garrosh. With a hood covering his body and face, he spoke in a hoarse voice:
"I know how this spell works, but I can only send three people in. I can't resist the seeds of mental corruption left by Gul'dan, so you must hurry. Moreover, such long-term mental control must have a physical medium.

I heard that the warlocks of the Shadow Council would create an unholy artifact called the 'Orb of Domination' specifically to manipulate powerful individuals.

To completely release the spirit of this Havr Osen, we must find the Dominant Orb that binds her will, but the good news is that it must be not far from here, perhaps somewhere in Nagrand.

"Can you trace it in reverse?"

Yrel asked.

Yolin glanced at her and whispered:
"Yes, but why should I help you? It was you who killed my father, your saint, the blue-skinned fellow called 'Diachem'. Ah, I will definitely settle this blood debt with you.

But if Mother Gaiaan trusts you, then at least now, I will not take action.

I want to meet your saint afterwards!
I want to know everything that happened before my father's death. Chieftain Ner'zhul gave me my father's skull, but that's not enough to complete the Bleeding Hollow's funeral rites. "Are you from the Bleeding Hollow clan?"

Leland said in surprise:

"No wonder. I heard that the Blood Moon rituals passed down from your ancestors are very compatible with warlock spells. That's why many shamans of the Bleeding Hollow Clan have become outstanding warlocks. Are you one of them?"

"No, I'm not. I taught myself warlock magic when I was taken away from the Nataan Jungle by my father's guards."

Yolin Deadeye said in a cold tone:

"I learned this evil knowledge for power, and also to understand my enemy, the Shadow Council. I have no reconciliation with them! Haha, this Hafolsen in front of me is also a blood debt to the Shadow Council. I agreed to help because I knew that once she wakes up, she will become my ally.

If you have the guts to stand against the Shadow Council, I wouldn't mind helping you."

“See this thing?”

Laylan took out the "gift" given to her by Uncle Diakum from her bag. She threw the Skull of Gul'dan to the wide-eyed Yorin Deadeye and said:

"Help me rescue my daughter, and I'll give you this as a thank you! This is Gul'dan's skull. Your enemy has already died once at the hands of my adoptive father. If you want revenge, you'll have to hurry.

Uncle Diakum said that if Gul'dan fell into his hands again, it would be more than just losing his head."

"Well, with this thing, my success rate in tracking the Domination Orb will increase a lot."

Yolin held the Skull of Gul'dan, Youth Version, high in the air, gazing at it with the air of admiration as if it were a "treasure." His tone was filled with the venting of hatred and persistence. He said:
"I will not leave Gul'dan's execution to others. In the name of my father and the Bleeding Circle, the final blow of that old bastard can only belong to me! Come, let us join hands now to cause some 'little trouble' to the Shadow Council."

Soon, under the auspices of Yorin, Lelan, Garrosh and Gaiara were ready to enter Garona's spiritual world.

Originally, the third choice should have been Yrel, but Gaiara was unwilling to admit defeat in front of Garrosh, so she persuaded Yrel to give up the spot to her. She wanted to use practical actions to prove that the warriors of the Frostwolf Clan were not afraid of evil spells.

However, at the moment when the three people's spirits were sent into Garona's spiritual world, Lelan looked at the blazing scene in front of her and exclaimed:

"No! This is the Bladewind Clan. This is a memory of the night the Bladewind Clan was exterminated! It's from Garona's perspective. Her spirit has been trapped in that night and cannot extricate herself."

"It was you blueskins who massacred the orcs of the Bladewind clan."

Garrosh cried:
"It's just right for me to witness your sins with my own eyes! This way, when I chop off your heads in the name of the 'Tribe', I won't have any burden of honor."

"Then you'd better open your eyes. Did your father kick you out because you were blind since childhood?"

Gaiara cursed:
"Look here! I don't see any Draenei appearing. Look at the flames, isn't that... Wait! Isn't that someone from the Shadow Council? The guy in the distance laughing strangely in the dark is Gul'dan, right?

Why are they here?
and many more!

Who exterminated the Blade Wind Clan?!"

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"The tragedy of the Bladewind clan is full of weirdness inside and out."

At the same time, in the large tent in the town of Garadar.

The still-weak Chieftain of the White Claw Clan, Zagrel, who was rescued by Dick, was talking to Mother Gaiaan, Chieftain Ner'zhul, and Lady Draka. He coughed and drank the medicine while whispering:

"After that clan meeting, I didn't openly object, but I've been secretly investigating the truth behind the Bladewind Clan's genocide. Kilrogg Deadeye sent his best hunters to assist me. Apparently, the chieftain of the Bleeding Hollow Clan also has doubts about this matter."

"Kilrogg is always like that, he's always the sharpest one among us."

Ner'zhul sighed and said:

"Unfortunately, Blackhand and Gul'dan's words deceived him. Under the guidance of demons, I was also deeply trapped in the survival conflict of the group and pointed the finger at the Draenei. However, you were assassinated by the assassin sent by Gul'dan, Zagrel. Does this mean that you really investigated some truths?"

"Yes, those few words brought me disaster."

The frail old chief sighed and said:

"I sent people to search everywhere and finally found the few remaining members of the Bladewind Clan. I took them into my clan, but the assassins from the Shadow Council were hot on their heels.

That's a cheap bait!

The Halfolsen named 'Garona' was hiding among them. She attempted to assassinate me when I asked her in person. The terrifying blade pierced my heart in an instant, and I clearly heard Gul'dan's laughter in my ear.

He did that on purpose!

He will use my head and the destruction of the White Claw clan to coerce other chieftains who dare to resist the Shadow Council into submission.

With the blessing of the ancestral spirits, just when I was in the most dangerous moment, Warlord Eitrigg of the Blackrock Clan arrived with Blackhand's orders. He stabilized the chaotic situation and asked Griselda to send me here for help.

The vigilant Eitrigg didn't even allow the White Claw shaman to heal me. Apparently, the warlord, known for his wisdom and decisiveness, realized the hidden dangers behind this matter."

"But your clan is finished."

The heroine Draka sighed and said:
"Without your leadership, and with Eitrigg's incredible wisdom and skill, it's only a matter of time before the leaderless White Claw clan is incorporated into the Horde army.

He sent you here with ill intentions. At least the elders of your clan can no longer openly oppose his decision. Eitrigg was recruiting soldiers under the orders of Warchief Blackhand. Elder Zagrel, White Claw Clan."

"Oh, there's nothing we can do about it."

Zagrel finished drinking the medicine and sighed:

"My clan has never had an outstanding heir like Durotan or Orgrim Doomhammer, and we don't even have talented children like Gaiara. The White Claw clan has never recovered from the pain of the Blood River War. The decline of the White Claw is only a matter of time.

The reason why it has been able to survive all these years is inseparable from the secret support of the Frostwolf Clan. Now that the Shadow Council is so powerful, pretending to surrender is not a bad idea.

But Draka, it's not my clan you should be careful of, it's you!

Neither Blackhand nor Gul'dan will allow the Frostwolf Clan to continue to be isolated from the main body of the Horde. Once the Thunderlord Clan of Fenris Wolfbrood also obeys the Warchief, you will be trapped and die in Frostfire Ridge.

Either surrender or resist, there is no third way."

"Given Fenris Wolfblood's character and the Thunderlord clan's traditionally warlike nature, it's inevitable that the Thunderlord clan will obey Chieftain Blackhand's will to fight."

Ner'zhul shook his head. He looked at the silent Gaiaan Mother and whispered:

"That's your eldest son, you are his mother, can you..."

"Fenris is a lone wolf, Ner'zhul."

Mother Gaia sighed and said:

"When Fenris left the Frostwolf Clan at a young age, the constraints I, his mother, had on him disappeared. He didn't even come back to pay his respects when his father died. Fenris is the most ferocious wolf that could be born from the cold winds of Frostfire Ridge. He only wants to turn Frostfire Ridge into his hunting grounds.

He wanted to make his clan a powerful ruler like the Blackrock Clan.

His heart was filled with cruelty and ambition, and I could not persuade him that war was inevitable."

"There's still help!"

The orc heroine Draka clenched her fists and said:
"Even if Blackhand's war tribe is about to form, as long as we appease the spirits of our ancestors and restore ancient traditions, there will be conservative orcs in each clan to support us!

How long have Gul'dan and his Shadow Council been around?
Their attempt to seal off the elemental power also failed with the intervention of the Draenei saints. As long as we regain the ancient elemental ways, we will be able to unite our compatriots who uphold tradition to fight against the evil ambitions of the warlocks and the demons behind them!
You saw with your own eyes the wolf hides the draenei delivered yesterday.

Those evil leathers filled with the smell of sulfur are not creatures of the world of Draenor at all. The warning that Archon Haddon gave us in the early years was correct! The demons in the Star Sea support Gul'dan behind the scenes.

We and the Draenei will be victims.
Alas, we must unite, just as the Sage of Diakum said, we must form a covenant to defend the world, in order to survive the Blackhand horde and the subsequent demonic attacks.

"He saved me, but to be honest, I still don't trust him."

Zagrel was indeed the most stubborn and traditional of the old orc chieftains. He shook his head and said:

"Until I see the ancestral spirit recover from its torment, I won't promise the Draenei anything. The Bladewind Clan's tragedy may indeed be a conspiracy, but it is undeniable that it was the Draenei cavalry, led by 'Ram' Jaid, who personally carried out the massacre of the Bladewind Clan.

Just this alone is not enough.”

"Ancestral Mother! Ancestral Mother!"

Shouts from outside the tent interrupted the discussion of the four orc leaders. Under the surprised gaze of Mother Gaiaan, Garrosh, Gaiara and Jorin Deadeye rushed into the tent, panting.

Garrosh yelled:

"We saw the truth behind the genocide of the Bladewind Clan! We were deceived by that bastard Gul'dan! Everyone was deceived by him! It was he and his Shadow Council who orchestrated the extinction of the Bladewind Clan!"

"what happened?"

Draka stood up suddenly and asked:

"Don't be impatient, tell me slowly! What did you see? Gaiara, tell me."

"Mother, it was that Halfolsen, the half-orc assassin named 'Garona'. With Yolin's help, we entered her mind and accidentally saw the truth of that night."

Gayala said loudly:

"We witnessed with our own eyes Gul'dan sending Shadow Council orcs disguised as wolf riders from the Bladewind clan to plunder the Draenei caravans. We saw those disguised creatures slaughter and sacrifice the Draenei.

The chieftain of the Bladewind clan died at the hands of Gul'dan's assassins.

Before the Draenei hunters entered the village, the Bladewind clan's shamans and elders were killed! They also fed the Bladewind clan orcs a strange potion, which caused the hunters to be attacked by the Bladewind clan warriors as soon as they approached.

It was all done by Gul'dan. He specifically chose the time before the start of the Korshag Festival last year to complete this task.

Garona was playing in the forest at the time and happened to witness the whole process. She was eventually captured by Gul'dan, and was subsequently trained by Gul'dan to become a killer and assassin."

"The blue-skinned people have been wronged!"

Garrosh roared:
"Gul'dan bewitched us. That damn bastard wanted to sacrifice us all to his demonic masters. That's what he did to the Bladewind clan!"

"Damn it!"

Ner'zhul clenched his fists.

He was also a victim of that fraud. It was because of the tragedy of the Bladewind Clan being exterminated by the Draenei that he, who was bewitched by "Rulkan" at the time, proposed the proposal of "establishing a tribe to deal with the threat" at the clan meeting.

That was the "root of all evil" that gave rise to the war tribe.

"Now that the truth is clear, let's quickly call over Saint Diakum!"

Ner'zhul said to the three young orcs:
"We must now race against time with him to avoid war. Children, since you have seen the truth, it means you must also participate in this cause of saving our people.

I'm not sure if you are ready, but I believe that the truth tonight is the revelation and enlightenment of destiny!
You will do great things.”

(End of this chapter)