Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 99: 54. The Alliance of K'ure: In the name of noble sacrifice, strike a heavy blow against the Demon Blood Tribe!

"Go outside! Go outside! The Children of the Void are coming!"

Just as Diakum's scorching holy light filled the shattered navigation tower, purifying the dying Broken Naruk Ulei, the liberated ancestral spirits seemed to sense the approach of some danger.

They hovered in the air and shouted to the Garadar orcs and Draenei archons who had been forced to retreat to the area outside the navigation station due to the blazing light:
"The White Walkers underground nearby have heard the call of their dark master! They are coming here to interrupt K'ure's glorious funeral! Children of Nagrand, we will not allow this to happen.

Fight them!

Slay those Void minions and keep their foul claws away from this sacred place shared by orcs and draenei."

"Have you all heard the call of our ancestors?"

Garrosh was the first to raise his axe. Invigorated by the miracle he had witnessed today, he turned and roared to the orcs behind him:
"This broken naaru has done a great service to our orc ancestors! Its affairs are our affairs, its honor is our honor, and we will never allow filth to disturb this holy tribute! Warriors of Garadar, follow me!

Kill those white ghosts!"

"Ouch!"

The orcs who had been pulled into the ancestral vision and witnessed the two hundred years of changes in the sacred mountain of Oshu'gun were all saddened by the friendship between the spirits of the ancestors and His Majesty K'ure. After learning the truth, they also realized that they had been fooled by the scum of the Shadow Council.

There may be conflicts over security concerns between them and the draenei, but this should never develop into a war of genocide.

What they are doing now has brought shame to the noble sacrifices of their ancestors, so every orc is holding back a rage in his heart. Now that the group of sneaky white orcs have come to their doorstep, how can these warriors not burst into fighting spirit?
At the command of the restless Garrosh, the orc warriors of Garadar immediately followed out. They were responsible for guarding the holy land and had dealt with the white walkers for many years, so they naturally knew how to deal with them.

Grand Archon Hatton and General Jaid, who have lived in Shattrath City for a long time, also knew of the existence of the "White Walker" orcs, but they had not previously connected those strange creatures with His Majesty K'ure. Now that they knew the truth, it was natural for them to help the dying guardian Naaru relieve their final worries.

Therefore, as Jaid drew out his elemental sword and gave an order, the elite hunters who followed him also rushed out with the orcs.

Those mutated creatures called "Sons of the Void" by the spirits of the ancestors also came very quickly. Almost at the same time when the coalition forces of both sides rushed out of the Holy Mountain of Oshu'gun, they saw the pale orcs wrapped in purple evil power howling and rushing towards them in the dark evil shadows swaying.

There were a huge number of them, and they were assisted by Voidwalkers who kept rushing out from the shadows and the even darker Dark Spirits. In the chaotic march, they really showed a gloomy posture with shadows covering the sun.

General Jaid sneered, waved his hand to draw out the elemental sword, and waved forward with the power of a war shaman. The crimson light was cast on the hunters under his command like a running halo.

He glanced at Garrosh beside him, hesitated for a moment, and then expanded the range of the "Bloodlust" and cast it on the Garadar orcs.

This scene made Garrosh look back at Jaide in surprise.

He saw the proud and stern Draenei cavalry general nodded to him. The conversation between the warriors was in silence. After all, there was nothing in this world that could not be expressed by a nod. The young Warsong orc instantly understood what General Jaid meant.

He felt a little weird, but now was not the time to think about it.

The opponent was a legendary shaman. His bloodlust spell almost fully activated the orcs' innate blood rage. Garrosh's muscles swelled as the fire of rage and the power of elements accelerated the burning.

His eyes were red, and he felt an endless surge of power in his body. He swung the battle axe in his hand forward and roared loudly:
"Follow me! Protect the blueskins. Ah, protect the Draenei hunters and seize the flanks! Warriors of Garadar, our ancestors are watching us. To retreat is to dishonor our honor!

charge!

Charge with me!

Lok-tar ogar!!!”

With the iconic orc roar of "victory or death", General Jaid also rode on his anxious and angry war sheep and led his cavalry to charge to the flank.

He turned his head and saw that the orcs were actually using a brutal counterattack to cover their seizure of advantageous terrain.

To be honest, this scene also made Jaide feel a little weird.

In the past two hundred years, although the Draenei and the Orcs did not really start a war, the number of Orc Wolf Riders who died at his hands was not a small number. Although the competition between the two sides for the Nagrand Prairie was not put on the table, Jaid was very clear that his head had a huge reward from the Shattered Hand Clan, who were good at assassination.

But at least for now, the cooperation between the two sides is quite pleasant.

This was probably the first time in Draenor's history that orcs and draenei truly fought side by side.

"Those white ghosts, they are twisted. What are they?"

Yolin Deadeye, who was supporting the rear and launching a rain of fire to attack the enemy, was still a little confused at this moment. He had no idea what this term meant.

Even though he saw with his own eyes those strange orcs whose skin was so pale that it was absolutely abnormal, whose bodies were dissipated and twisted to the point of being pathological, whose bodies were covered with all kinds of strange dark patterns, and whose movements were as strange as those of the "freak species".

When he first saw these bizarre and strange creatures, Yolin Deadeye refused to admit in his heart that these guys could really be called "orcs".

This is so blasphemous!
These outrageous things have nothing to do with "orcs" from any angle.

This kind of cognition is quite normal.

He had been in Garadar for less than a month and did not understand these hidden things that currently only existed in Nagrand.

Mother Gaiaan sighed, and while applying earth shields to the charging warriors, she whispered to him, Gaiara, and Griselda Blackhand, who were also confused, to explain:
"They were a group of orcs alienated by the power of darkness. They were originally exiles from various clans. They wandered the wildernesses of Draenor. If they were lucky, they would be taken in by other clans, but most of them would die quietly in various accidents.

But no one knows when these wanderers started to gather inexplicably in the Nagran grassland.

Especially in the caves near the sacred mountain of Woshu, which almost became their base camp.

Because they have lived underground for years without seeing the sun, the skin of these orcs is pale and strange. They have almost completely turned into another kind of creature, sick and crazy. We used to think that it was some kind of curse like the "Red Plague", but now it seems that it may be the "Fallen" accidentally created by Lord K'ure when he was resisting the darkness.

Garadar regularly sends out hunters to eliminate these madmen and prevent them from desecrating the sacred site of Oshu'gun.

But to be honest, even I don't know how many White Orcs there are, and I heard that in recent decades, exiled ogres from the Gorian Ogre Empire seem to have joined them.

In short, don't pay attention to the nonsense those guys say. What they worship is an evil god more terrifying than the devil. What they worship is darkness itself!"

"It's the void!"

Grand Archon Hatton, who called upon the power of flowing water to heal the wounded, said solemnly:

"During their 25,000 years of exile, the Draenei encountered worlds corrupted by the Void. The corrupted spirits therein resembled the White Walkers, and they all worshipped an energy or phenomenon called 'Twilight'.

Be careful when interacting with them!

The danger of those guys lies not only in their twisted bodies, but also in their sick and polluted spirits. Even after they are killed, the filthy corpses left behind still have terrible spiritual corrosive power and must be purified with holy fire or holy water.

Let's go to the front and help.

Young people are too reckless. It's difficult for them to properly protect their minds in the heat of battle. All it takes is one deliberately planted seed of corruption, and the world will lose a good warrior and gain a servant of darkness."

"Ah."

Ner'zhul nodded silently, strode out with his Shadowmoon Staff, and waved his fingers to summon two ferocious and roaring ghost wolves. They were gifts from the spirits of the ancestors, the "guardians" that legendary shamans could get, and the "symbol of status" in the shamanic way.

In theory, when a legendary shaman summons his protective ghost wolf, it means that he is really determined to do something big.

This scene made Zagrel, the old chief of the White Claw clan, who was weak but still holding his weapon and stepping into the battlefield, very confused. He swung his flying axe to kill a white ghost orc and whispered:

"Why are you laughing? Is there something to celebrate?"

"Huh? Is it so obvious?"

Ner'zhul quickly tightened his expression.

The old orc looked around with a guilty conscience, then explained in a low voice:
"It was Rulkan. My wife was also among the ancestral spirits. She rebuked me for losing my mind due to emotions and being seduced by Gul'dan and the demons, but she also saw the changes and efforts I have made in recent days.

She said the spirits of my ancestors would eventually forgive me.

This means that after my death, I can be reunited with my wife in the spirit realm of Nagrand."

At the end of his words, Ner'zhul's cloudy eyes softened, causing Zagrel beside him to sigh. Old Whiteclaw bent down and snatched back his bloody throwing axe from the shattered head of the corpse at his feet, holding it in his hand. He cursed in a low voice:
"When we were young, you were the most infatuated of all the chieftains. Kilrogg even mocked you as a 'dog in constant heat.' Now that you're old, you still can't change this habit! Ner'zhul, you need to pay more attention.

The spirits of our ancestors will be kind to you only this once!
If you mess up, if we mess up, even Rulkan will be very disappointed in you."

"Yes, this is the only chance."

Ner'zhul narrowed his eyes and casually called upon the fire elements to gather into blazing tongues of fire. When he was attacked by the first ferocious white ghost, he waved his hand and scattered them, causing the roaring tongues of fire to turn into lava and hit the unfortunate thing, turning it into charcoal in an instant.

He fought alongside old White Claw Zagrel, just as they had in their youth.

While casting Bloodlust to provide military support to the Garadar orc warriors, he said in a cold voice:

"So I will not allow anyone to stand in the way of our efforts to restore order, whether it's Blackhand or Grom, or old Dal who chose the wrong path. I will save the tribes that have gone astray because of my mistakes.

I will atone, I will do it, I... Wait, do you hear me?"

Swinging his staff like a hammer, he smashed a white orc to death, and then commanded two ghost wolves to attack. At this moment, Ner'zhul turned back and looked at the holy mountain of Oshu'gun, which was shining brightly in the setting sun. He said to old Whiteclaw Zagrel, who was also looking back:

"The song faded! The spirits of the ancestors bid farewell to their old friend in mournful voices. Lord K'ure passed away, and a weary but glorious soul returned home."

"Yes, it has completed its journey, and even a stubborn old bastard like me feels a shock in the heart." Old White Claw sighed.

"How could the Draenei, who believe in such a benevolent holy spirit, be the destroyers that Gul'dan slandered them as? Compared to them, we who decided to start a war simply because of our inner uneasiness are more like a group of butchers.

We have lost our pride, our honor is dead.

But luckily.
We still have a chance to salvage it.”

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The attack on the White Ghosts ended in a very hasty manner.

In fact, the moment His Majesty's purification was completed, the moment it completely broke free from the temptation of the void and the fate of the dark creature was cut off, the white beastmen who came to make trouble because of the summons of the void scattered.

Their corrupted and twisted minds simply do not have the will and courage to fight to the death. The moment they can no longer hear the "Twilight Call", their mindless morale collapses.

They screamed in terror as if awakening from a long nightmare, and turned and fled into the swirling, floating dark rifts as they had come, fleeing the battlefield. They ran as fast as frightened rabbits, and even Garrosh scolded these sick bastards for their lack of honor on the battlefield.

Although the young orc warrior killed at least twenty white ghosts in one battle, the anger in his heart was obviously not so easy to dissipate.

But the one who is even more frustrated than him is Saint Diakme.

He had hurried as fast as he could, but still failed to catch up with the final moment of the battle.

Dick, who had just switched to a second hero class and was itching to purify the void servants in the name of holy light, was disappointed that he could not purify the void servants in the name of holy light. He could only cast a few holy word spells to assist the wounded who were full of fighting spirit with the noble and solemn attitude of the Archon of Light.

But you know what, this legendary Holy Word spell is much better than the "Word of Power" used by ordinary priests. Not only is the healing effect improved by at least 30%, but even the light and shadow effects are much cooler than the previous plain state.

The simplest Holy Word: Shield can create a protective light shield for warriors that is as strong as a good piece of mail armor.

After his first try, Dick confirmed that his support and healing abilities were no less powerful than his offensive abilities as a Sun Herald. The only pity was that because the Sun Herald was too good at attacking, the Sentinel could not use the Priest's offensive skills in most cases, making it difficult for him to unleash the destructive spell power of the "Discipline Priests" that was comparable to that of the Arcanist.

However, it is no exaggeration for the saint to say "the future is promising" at this time. As long as he is given some time, the destructive power of his spells at medium and long distances will surely make the enemies who try to "fly a kite" against him, the garrison officer, feel "despair."

"Your face is filled with disappointment at not being able to fight to your heart's content. It seems beneath your holy exterior lies the heart of a warrior, Sentinel."

The Draenei language with a slight accent sounded not far from Dick. He turned around and saw Lady Draka riding a white wolf, wiping her battle axe and walking towards him with several bloody heads.

Diakum had to sigh once again that this orc heroine was really tough. When you were riding on the wolf and charging with Jaid, did you ever think about the G'ir in your belly?

World Shaman is also miserable. It is really difficult for him to have such a "war-crazy" mother.

"His Majesty K'ure's cleansing is complete, and the spirits of the ancestors have been freed from their noble sacrifice. Furthermore, the truth behind the extermination of the Bladewind clan has been uncovered, and the reason for the war between the draenei and orcs has been almost single-handedly resolved by you.

I cannot be sure whether the tribe led by Chieftain Blackhand will accept such an outcome, but I can make it clear to you here that my husband, the Frostwolf Clan and I will absolutely not participate in the upcoming war!

We are willing to rediscover our ancient glorious traditions, and we are willing to live in peace with the Draenei.

Following the teachings of our ancestors, we are willing to become friends with you."

Draka knew the right amount of teasing, then jumped off the wolf, clenched her left fist and knocked it on her shoulder with a serious expression. She said to Dick:

"Your words and actions have earned my respect, allowing me to make this promise to you on behalf of the Frostwolf Clan: we will never be enemies!"

"The same goes for the White Claw clan."

The old chief Zagrel came over, leaning on his spear. He sighed and said:

"Although my stubborn promise is meaningless now, the few days I was away from the clan were enough for Eitrigg, the 'wise general' of the Blackrock clan, to take away all the warlike and unthinking young people in my clan.

But I can still promise that I will do everything in my power to prevent the remaining White Claw orcs from joining the attack on the draenei."

"Garadar thank you for everything you have done for us. We are willing to do our utmost to maintain peace between our two races."

Mother Gaiaan was the third to speak.

But facing the promises of the three of them, Diakum was not satisfied, and neither was Ner'zhul beside him!
The old orc leaned on his blood-stained Shadowmoon Staff. On this grassland filled with white walker corpses, beneath the gleaming sacred mountain of Oshu'gun, he shouted:

"While our brethren plot an honorless war, we, who have received grace and know the truth, choose neutrality? How is this any different from becoming accomplices of Gul'dan and the Shadow Council? Chieftains!
Stop kidding yourself!
If we do not stand up against Blackhand and the Horde at this time, then every blood debt that follows will be equal to our share. Don't forget who helped us save the elements of the world and who liberated the spirits of our ancestors.

Zagrel, has your glory been thrown away?

Have you forgotten who brought you back to the world from a fatal injury?

We must stand up!
We must unite those orcs who are unwilling to give up their honor and traditions to form a peace defender and fight the degenerate tribe to the end!
I know this will divide us, but if we don't eliminate those madmen who are determined to embrace death and destruction, our civilization will completely lose its possible future. If we don't firmly separate ourselves from the darkness, how can we show our position?
The Saints of Diak'um and the Draenei have shown their sincerity. Don't we, the proud orcs, have the courage to respond to their kindness? "

"Not just draenei and orcs!"

When Ner'zhul's scolding plunged the chiefs into an awkward silence, Dick took over and said:
"I won't hide this from my foreign friends. I'm heading to Highmaul, the final capital of the Gorian Ogre Empire. I want to save the last Gorian ogres and persuade them to join our alliance.

I also have the arakkoa of Spires of Arak in my plans.

Even the forest elves who live in seclusion in the wilds of Gorgrond.

Please remember!
This alliance, to be established in the name of His Majesty K'ure, is not only to fight against the warlike orcs who are about to fall into the hell of war, but also to guard against the evil demons hiding in the shadows and manipulating the orcs to their deaths.

The demons have set their sights on this world, just as they once set their sights on Argus!
When facing the Burning Legion, you, me, and everyone else have no right to surrender or live! The only way left for us is to fight, unite all the forces that can be united, and give up all illusions. The world will enter a cruel era where fighting means death!

So I implore you, right here!

Chiefs, warriors, heroes! In the light of the friendship and noble sacrifice we have just witnessed, and in the long-cherished wish of His Majesty K'ure to sacrifice himself to unite the two tribes, I propose that those of us trapped here or born here form the 'Alliance of K'ure'!
Let this be the bond that unites you and me to defend Draenor together!

This is our temporary residence, but it is your homeland! As the Draenei are gearing up to fight for the future of this world, do you, the sons of Draenor, still intend to continue living in peace?

"Then there is only one answer!"

While the chiefs were silent, a wild voice sounded nearby.

Young Garrosh leaned on his battle axe and smashed the white ghost's head out. He shouted:
"I'm in! I'll dedicate everything I have to my world. This is the most perfect war a warrior could have! I won't turn down such an honor!"

"You don't represent Garadar! You don't represent the Warsong Clan."

Gaiara scolded from the side:
"Shut up, we have no right to speak here."

"Then I'll represent myself!"

Garrosh stiffened his neck and said:
"The Blueskin Saint is right. If we, the Sons of Draenor, don't sacrifice for our Mother World, then who can we count on to protect it? If we can't even fulfill this most basic obligation, how can we have the nerve to rebuke the Blueskins for seizing our living space?

The thug chieftain Blackhand once said that only those who contribute to this world are qualified to rule it!

He was a bad man for listening to slander, but this statement was true.

I will use my axe to prove that the orc civilization will be the eternal pride of the world of Draenor!"

After saying that, the fool looked at his three chiefs with a provocative look, as if to say, "If you dare to embarrass the orcs, I will chop you down."

"Alas, I have made a fool of myself for the young people."

Old White Claw Zagrel wiped his cheek and said in a deep voice:
"I'm going back to Frostfire Ridge, not only to gather my warriors, but also to bring back a true 'hundred-battle division' for the Alliance of K'ure, but I need the assistance of the Frostwolf Clan."

"You mean the Mok'Natha clan?"

Draka touched his chin and said:

"Indeed, it would take more than just the Frostwolves or the White Claws to convince Leolox, the silent king of beasts, to lead his beasts in the war of defense. But I'm worried that the Thunderlord clan of Fenris won't give up this opportunity.

Don't forget, Mok'Natha owes them a debt, too."

"So we have to speed up our return journey."

Zagrel glanced at Dick and said:

"Draenei, in your war against Blackhand, in your war against demons, we will never be absent! I hope you can unite the children of this world as you swore."

"This is our mutual obligation!"

Dick stretched out his hand towards the beastmen in front of him and said seriously:
"Unity will bring victory, justice will illuminate glory. In the name of the 'Alliance of K'ure,' I welcome you to this eternal war, my orc friends. The transformation of the astral sea will take root in Draenor, and you and I are the hands of fate that bring about this change.

I promise you victory and a future worth saving."

Compared to Dick's speech, Ner'zhul's words were more concise. He shook Dick's hand and said to the others in a deep voice:

"Everyone, let's start preparing for battle!"

(End of this chapter)