Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 107: 6. Highmaul Castle: An unexpected visitor in a precarious situation

"Hold on! Give me a little more time, and I will seize control of this magical weapon! The will of the hungry is resisting, and I must suppress it! Don't let them interfere with me."

Jorin Deadeye's hoarse voice echoed in the chilly night. Just from the gnashing of teeth in his voice, one could tell that the young warlock was under tremendous pressure.

This is also normal. The mind control inherited by warlocks from the Burning Legion has always been rough. It is very useful for dealing with big and rough guys like demons, but they have to rely on flying bricks to suppress other creatures. After all, the evil energy is an amateur when it comes to "evil fall". The ones who are truly proficient in mental manipulation/hypnotic control/mind Pua are the extremely evil gangs on the other side of the void.

It took the combined efforts of four warlocks from the Shadow Council to barely control the mind of the Son of Gronn through the Orb of Domination, a special magical device. After all, humans are legendary creatures, so they naturally have energy resistance. After the four warlocks were killed, the young man from the Bleeding Hollow clan now needed to complete the control of Dun the Hungerer's will on his own. If it weren't for the magical power activated by the Skull of Gul'dan to assist in the spellcasting, I'm afraid Yorin Deadeye would have rolled his eyes and drooled the moment the mind connected.

He needed some time to reactivate the Orb of Domination, and the Son of Gronn, who was captured by the Shadow Council, was out of control due to the interruption of the spell. The terrifying beast was filled with anger and was using its destructive fists to severely destroy the buildings of the town of Mogol.

The most notable feature of Gronn is that they can continue to "grow" during battle.

Catalyzed by spiritual rage and their innate ability to manipulate the earth, if they are unable to defeat the monster in a short period of time, they will continue to absorb the power of the earth to make themselves bigger, more ferocious, more powerful, more domineering, and more deadly.

What is the majesty of a legendary race? Just look at the battlefield right now and you will understand.

The ten-meter-tall legendary creature can control the power of the earth. It digs its claws into the soil and grabs it hard. The hardened boulders roar and smash towards the orc camp. Many unlucky people have no time to dodge and are smashed into meat patties. Every punch brings up terrifying black rock spikes that impale the magic blood barbarians and ogres who have no way to escape and turn them into "kebabs". The unique terrain destructive power of the giant can definitely be described as brutal.

"Hurry up!"

Garrosh kept swinging his battle axe to resist the demon-blood barbarians who were rushing around and trying to take back the Orb of Domination. He could still hold on and enjoy the glory of the battle, but the young hero who was eager to chop off more heads also knew what to prioritize.

He knew that if the vengeful Goron came near the platform, they would all die.

What was even more terrible was that although Yolin had not yet completed the re-control, the beast had already sensed that the shackles of its mind were closing again, and its blood-red single eye was looking over here.

"Warlock, how much longer will it take you?"

Also on this high platform, Nobundo has grasped the shockwave scepter at his waist, ready to release his "secret weapon" at any time. However, the violent sound elemental lord is not used here. Once Momo is released, Nobundo is not sure that he can enslave it again.

So he took a look at the speed at which Goron was approaching and said in a deep voice:

"If all else fails, then give up this manipulation and let the Hungry One continue to run wild here. It hates the Shadow Council's lackeys and won't stop until every orc in this town is killed.

This coincides with the goal of our trip.”

"But that's only for a one-time use. I have to turn it into my weapon of war!"

At this time, Yorin Deadeye, who was constantly drawing magic energy from the Skull of Gul'dan to strengthen himself, seemed to have entered the "shadow form". He stared at the fixed skull artifact in front of him, constantly manipulating it to seize control.

He said hoarsely:

"I don't have the strength to take revenge on Gul'dan and the Shadow Council right now!

I must seize this opportunity, not only for my father, but also for everything that the Bleeding Hollow clan was taken away by Blackhand. I want to take back our Tanaan Jungle from the War Horde! That is the home of the Bleeding Hollow, and that is also my home!

Do not!
I will never give up! "

“But you don’t have enough time.”

Nobundo felt the anger and determination of the Blood Ring Warlock, but the current situation did not allow Yorin Deadeye to continue to be tough. He was ready to forcibly drag the stubborn warlock away, but just before he did so, he suddenly heard a familiar roar.

"Vicious Gronn! Use my hammer to hear the judgment of Holy Light!"

It's Yrel!

Nobundo looked up suddenly and saw Yrel leaping up from the wall of Mog'gol.

The sturdy recruit accelerated with the flapping of the wings of holy light behind her, turning herself into a leaping fist of holy light. She roared bravely into the sky like a glory-seeking orc, and swung her war hammer when the mad Gronn pounded his fists, hitting the bloody eye of the Hungry Dune with one hammer.

Holy light then erupted.

In the combo attack of Ash Judgment and Holy Storm taught by Saint Diakum, Goron, whose most vulnerable part was severely damaged, screamed, covered his eyes and staggered back. His huge body fell towards the town like a fallen stone pillar, smashing down several stone houses with a loud bang.

But the sturdy Irel was also knocked away by Gronn's heavy fist. With a strange and long whistling sound, he drew a perfect arc of holy light in the night and crashed into a house on the other side of the town, splashing smoke and dust.

But a few seconds later, holy light lit up there, indicating that Yrel was unharmed. She was a garrison officer trained by the saint himself, and it was basic operation to use the holy shield to save her life during such a fatal fall.

Yrel's brave attack bought time for Jorin Deadeye and also inspired others on the chaotic battlefield. Seeing the knocked-down Gronn getting up, Garrosh turned around and glared at Jorin Deadeye, who was at the critical moment of casting a spell and blood was oozing from the corner of his mouth.

He obviously needs some time.

So the young orc stomped his feet, picked up his battle axe, jumped off the watchtower, and rushed towards the Gronn without looking back.

A few seconds later, as Hungry Dune got up dazed, a harsher roar sounded in front of him, with an attack pattern almost identical to that of Yrel just now. Garrosh, filled with rage, also jumped up from a height and chopped his battle axe on the head of the Gronn with a perfect jump chop.

As expected, he’s a Hellscream kid!
This ancestral jumping and chopping technique is authentic, the only problem is that his brain is not very good.

Why do you want to imitate the garrison officer and risk your life for him when there are so many people you can imitate?

Others can use the Divine Shield to save their lives, but how can a warrior like you learn this? What? Did you buy your life wholesale from the black market in Broken Cliffs?
So the next second, as Gronn roared in frustration and swung his fist, the young man who had completed the headshot was smashed to the ground from a high altitude at a faster speed. When he was about to be killed, he had no time to find a small animal to charge and relieve the force. It was Nobundo who came to the rescue in time. A hand of the earth made of rock rose from the shaking ground and caught the bleeding Garrosh in the air, avoiding the embarrassment of being killed by the fall.

"Done! I'm done!"

Seeing Gronn angrily stepping forward with his fists raised to finish off Garrosh, at this critical moment, the young warlock finally completed this fatal control. He raised the Orb of Domination in front of him high in the air, stared and shouted loudly:

"I command you, Gronn! Kill all those green-skinned corrupted ones!"

"Ow!"

With a low roar, the terrifying fist finally changed direction and fell past Garrosh, completely destroying the half-collapsed city wall next to it. Then, under the control of Dead Eyes, the giant beast turned around and inflicted its resentful anger on the ruined town.

Those members of the Shadow Council and Twilight's Hammer clan who had already started to flee were filled with despair. Just when they were taking a nap, their own "weapons of war" turned against them and started attacking their own people. Who the hell could they turn to for justice?

Damn, why is this blood ring kid so mean!
But the battlefield wasn't just here. Across town, where Yrel had fallen, fighting was still going on.

Lelan assisted the brave Hand of K'ure in fighting against the barbarians entrenched here. She wanted to use teleportation to send herself and Yrel to a safe area, but because of her previous spellcasting, she was spotted by several warlocks hiding in the dark.

Their continuous spells and shadow attacks made Lelan flustered, and Gaiara, who was responsible for protecting her, was also entangled by the ferocious ogres of the Twilight's Hammer clan, leaving the arcanist in the dilemma of fighting alone for a while.

Fortunately, the Draenei have always been proficient in their techniques. Relying on the super destructive power brought by arcane enhancement, Lelan was able to fight one against three and still fight back.

However, the lack of protection for an arcanist who was casting spells seriously was a fatal problem. While engaging in a head-on magic battle with the warlocks, Lelan did not notice that the shadow behind her was changing. By the time she smelled the pungent smell of sulfur, it was too late.

The ferocious hellhound rushed out and knocked her down from behind, devouring the shield magic on her body in a few bites.

As Lelan gritted his teeth and unleashed an Arcane Blast to blast the hellhound away, a grinning succubus swung a whip, locked Lelan's neck, and tore it apart fiercely, trying to kill the lone Draenei!
The demons are very interested in chasing the Draenei, even more than their enthusiasm for carrying out orders, because the great demon lords have issued a bounty within the legion. For every fragment of the Argus star soul will brought back, the demons can get a very generous magic forging reward.

For mid- and lower-level demons, this is a rare opportunity.

Demons also have ambitions, and they also love the Legion. They also hope to make achievements, stand out among their brutal compatriots, be appreciated by bigwigs, and reach the pinnacle of their demonic life.

"Your soul is mine!"

The enchanting succubus dragged the struggling Lelan to her feet, then stepped on the arcanist with her goat's hooves, pulled out the dagger made of fel fragments, and was about to cut her neck, extract her soul, and then bring her back to the Twisting Nether to claim the reward.

Rylan should have been horrified, but she wasn't.

Facing the sharp blade stabbed by the succubus, Lelan's eyes widened, but his focus was not on the succubus but behind her.

"puff"

The hideous Kingslayer dagger brutally pierced the succubus's neck, and then with another knife, he easily detached her enchanting head from her spine while cutting her throat.

Garona emerged from the shadows and kicked the demon's headless corpse away. She saw the scars on Lelan's body, turned around and jumped out with anger in her eyes, and with a shadow step, she rushed behind the warlocks. She started with a killing feast and completed the harvest of the fragile spellcasters within a few seconds.

Even the soul stones of those guys were searched out and crushed on the spot.

As expected of an assassin trained by Gul'dan himself, she knows every weakness of the warlocks like the back of her hand. She is really good at killing warlocks. Ah Chao, Gul'dan, why don't you look back and see what kind of father you have trained for the Shadow Council!

"How dare you hurt her?!"

Garona roared like a tiger finally freed from its chains.

Her figure kept shuttling back and forth in the darkness, and every pause would take the life of an orc. The results of the dark tempering were undoubtedly demonstrated at this moment. Under the harvest of the hideous assassination artifact in her hand, the thick-skinned ogre would soon die from the poison of the Living Wood Plague even if he withstood the heart-piercing blow.

Rylan was horrified.

She never realized that her child would possess such terrifying destructive power. When Garona killed the last hidden warlock and appeared in front of Lelan with the other's head in her hand, Yrel stepped forward and stood between the mother and daughter.

She looked at Garona warily, with holy light surging on her body.

"I"

The half-orc assassin with blood on her face looked at Lelan. She saw the shock and fear in her mother's eyes, which made her realize what she had just done. She dropped the weapon and head in her hand, and hurriedly wiped the blood, trying to explain something.

This scene made Lelan smile. She shook her head at Yrel, then strode forward and hugged her child. She patted Garona's back and said softly, enduring the pain in her body:

"It's okay, I'm glad you're back. Thank the Holy Light, thank Uncle Diakum, he brought you back."

"I swear, I will never leave you again, ever."

The battle continued all around her, but for Garona, it was over.

This war, those dark years and experiences are over.

A few minutes later, everyone who had successfully evacuated the town of Mogol gathered in a safe area. Looking back, Irel could still see that the Gronn controlled by Jorin Deadeye was still killing people crazily on the battlefield.

A legendary creature on this night was enough to raze the place to the ground, and even the most merciful Holy Light would never show mercy to the dark souls of those dog warlocks. "May the Holy Light forgive your souls!"

This is the only "blessing" that Yrel can give to the scum of the Shadow Council.

Behind her, Saint Diak'um and Nobundo were treating the seriously injured Garrosh. He was seriously injured by the overly successful jump attack of the Roaring Young Master, and he was very frustrated because he lost his axe.

"Where's the Sword Master?"

Griselda Blackhand, who had fought alone tonight and achieved great success, leaned on her bloody hammer, looked around in confusion, and said to the others:

"I didn't see him on the battlefield. It seems like he left halfway through. The Blade Clan's Swordmaster wouldn't be afraid of the enemy, would he?"

"Lantreso has gone on a special mission. He will be back before dawn."

The Vigilant Saint who was treating Garrosh said casually:

"Rest and recuperate as soon as possible. Next, we need to find a way to infiltrate Highmaul. The battle in Mogol is just the appetizer. I hope you have adapted to the intensity of the battle. The dangers ahead will only get worse."

"Well, the Swordmaster's mobility and concealment are indeed good for liaison missions. As for danger? Ha, the danger is the Blackrock Orcs' drowning device!"

Griselda Blackhand immediately understood what Saint Diakum meant, and an expression of appreciation appeared on her face. She liked this kind of efficient teamwork.

Leilan stood up and walked towards Uncle Diakum to express her gratitude, but when she stood up, Garona suddenly grabbed her wrist.

The Arcanist looked at his adopted daughter in confusion.

Garona wanted to say something but finally chose to remain silent. She reached out to wipe the stains left by the battle on Lelan's collar and wiped the blood stains on her face, and finally smiled at her.

Leland smiled back and reached out to pinch his daughter's cheek, just like he did when she was a child.

She did not distance herself from Garona because she turned green, just as she never gave up on her daughter "Havrosen" because of her identity. The Draenei appreciate the beauty of the soul. Obviously, in Lelan's eyes, her Garona is a great beauty.

Garona watched as Lelan approached the Sage of Diakum.

She watched the saint in the light talking gently to others, but Garona's eyes were full of vigilance and a hint of fear.

Her mind is trapped within the Orb of Domination.

This meant that she had seen everything that happened in that nightmare land created by the Slayer. She was certain that the battle between the Dark Archon and the Slayer she had witnessed was not an illusion, and she was certain that beneath the bright exterior of Saint Diakum there was a dark force hidden.

Compared to the power of the Dark Archon stirring up the Shadow Void, the hideous and vicious Gul'dan is like a "stupid beginner" in the field of "big villain".

This gaze triggered Dick's perception. He turned around and saw Garona looking away guiltily. The saint smiled, and when the child looked at him, he put his hand to his mouth and made a "silence" gesture.

This action made Garona's heart move.

The sentinel really knew that she had seen everything, but he only asked her to keep it secret and did not act like a crazy person who said, "You saw something you shouldn't have seen, so you have to die."

Come to think of it, how could a Holy Light Walker like Diakum do something like murder to silence witnesses?
He had been lost in the darkness set by Gul'dan for too long and had forgotten that there were still "good people" in this world. There was no doubt that his nominal "grandfather" was a good man in every sense of the word.

More importantly, this good elder of mine is more terrifying than most bad guys.

Well, this is really cool.

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The silly and cute ogres originated from the world of Draenor. It was hard for normal people to imagine that these big and strong guys who did nothing but eat all day and even published an "abstract bible" like "Ogre Cooking Manual" once had a brilliant and grand civilization.

But as the saying goes, don't judge a book by its cover.

After truly understanding the history of the Draenor world, it is not difficult to find that the Ogre Empire not only has a long history, but also indeed dominated most of the world for a period of time and conquered a vast territory.

Of course, Draenor is a small world.

Surrounded by the Zangar Sea, it has only one continent, and its land area accounts for at most one-fifth of the world of Argus, which is basically equivalent to one-sixth of Azeroth. If the continents on the back of the world that had not been discovered before Dick crossed over are included, compared with these "giant worlds", Draenor's "body grid" is even more pitiful.

But even so, the ogres who once established a "great unified dynasty" here can still claim that "their ancestors were rich."

Unfortunately, there is no dynasty that prospers forever in this world. The generally low intelligence and loose social structure of the ogres make it difficult for them to maintain hegemony for a long time. Especially after the rise of the orc clans, the ogre Goria Empire quickly disappeared.

Today, the Gorian Ogre Empire, which once dominated the continent, is left with only two directly-administered territories. Highmaul, located on the westernmost side of the Nagrand Steppes, was once the capital, while Bladespire Fortress in Frostfire Ridge was once an important frontier town of the empire.

When everyone looks down on the ogre, the ogre still refuses to live up to his expectations.

They only have two core territories left but are still trying to split up. The ogres in the two territories have each chosen their own leader, whom they call the "Wizard Chieftain". The one in Highmaul is Mar'gok, and the one in Bladespire Fortress is Chieftain Kor'gorok.

The former is still alive, but the latter was strangled to death by his own rebellious slaves during the Battle of Blood River.

As an additional note, the orc who strangled the leader of Dota with his own hands during the war was called Leolox, the current chief of the Mok'Nathal clan. However, compared to this low-key old orc, his son will be more well-known in the future.

That guy's name is Rexxar Rema.

At present, Highmaul, the last remaining vestige of the Gorian Ogre Empire, has entered its doomsday under the dual attack of the Warsong Clan and the Twilight's Hammer Clan. According to the information Diakum has learned now, two-thirds of Highmaul's urban area has been lost, and only the last remaining Ganthenium Temple remains in the hands of the wizard leader Mar'gok.

Now that we have entered the final siege, the countdown to the collapse of the Goria Empire has also begun.

Such a desperate situation is undoubtedly extremely demoralizing.

Although the wizard leader Mar'gok still has a powerful army loyal to him, composed of fierce Ogron warriors and ogre generals strengthened by sorcery, he is able to fight against the Warsong Clan led by Grom Hellscream. In addition, the last bastion, the Gantheon Temple, also has the mysterious arcane magic heritage of the Gorian Empire, making it difficult for foreign enemies to set foot in this sacred place.

But no matter how powerful he was, he could not deal with this powerful crushing of fate alone.

Leader Gormak has locked himself in the meditation room above the temple for several days. His loyal guards announced to the ogre warriors that the great wizard leader was pondering the direction of the war. Once he gained wisdom, the current situation could be brilliantly reversed in an instant.

As long as it waits for the Wizard Leader to leave his palace, it can kill all the orcs and traitor ogres surrounding the temple!
But such words can only fool those ogre soldiers with insufficient intelligence, and cannot fool the smart guys who have also inherited the wizard's legacy.

Therefore, during the period when the orc army besieged the Gantheon Temple, there were sporadic reports of escapes from the ogre wizards under Mar'gok. If they were not stopped, the army under the wizard leader would collapse on its own without even the Twilight's Hammer clans on the periphery launching a general attack.

However, although the situation is already very serious, only those who are truly high-ranking officials of Highmaul can understand how bad the current situation is!
The ogre wizards who should have been absolutely loyal to the Wizard Leader should have been the leaders of the resistance. However, those smart guys only needed to find a suitable time to take off their expensive Gorian robes and put on the ugly Twilight Hammer clan uniforms, and they could smoothly join the more advantageous side.

Even these guys would not call this shameless behavior "betrayal" because the guy on the other side has a special identity and is quite kind and generous to the subordinates of the Wizard Leader.

Although it is nominally a war between orcs and ogres, at least at this stage, it has evolved into a "civil war" among the ogres.

The defense of the Parthenon seems impenetrable, but in fact a terrible rebellion has occurred. A web of conspiracy is enveloping Prince Margok. If he does not take action, I am afraid everything will be irreversible.

"Führer! I have important news."

With heavy footsteps, a strong ogre with unique patterns painted all over his body to cover up his hideous scars approached the wizard leader's meditation hall.

It carries a magical hammer wrapped with strange arcs of light on its back. Wherever it goes, the arcane energies overflowing in the temple will dodge it in fear, as if there is something about this ogre warrior that makes them afraid.

It stood outside the door and said to the wizard leader through the heavy stone door:
"Your loyal guards, the powerful Ogron Twins, discovered a letter on a high platform near the temple while on patrol.

I checked it out. It's a handwritten letter from a Draenei saint who calls himself the 'Vigilant'. In the letter, he invites you to meet him and promises to help us defeat the siege of the Twilight's Hammer Clan.

Finally, he revealed an important news to us in the letter.

Twilight's Hammer
The cunning and vicious 'Exile' Cho'gall has secretly mobilized the mysterious White Orcs to corrupt our magical barrier. I have personally checked and found that there is indeed some dangerous corrosion flowing in the magic network of the Ganymede Temple, and there is also some abnormal resonance of the elemental forces nearby.

The situation is getting worse, you must make a decision soon!"

There was silence in response to these words, and this silence made the strange ogre warrior a little irritated.

It waited for a few seconds but received no reply, so it was about to turn around and leave. However, at this moment, a low, hoarse voice sounded from the door:

"Where is the letter?"

"In my hands, Your Majesty the Wizard."

The ogre warrior immediately handed the letter through the stone door into Mar'gok's meditation hall. A moment later, an ogre arcane rune dotted with strange crystals was sent out by the leader.

The other party warned:
"Put this Apexis crystal rune where you received the letter and leave it there. Do not send anyone around, and do not spread the news. Ko'ragh, my loyal monster general, you should know that there are traitors hiding in the temple!

Those traitors are more deadly than the orc army.

Ah, I never imagined that one day I would need you, an alienated freak, to maintain the sacred heritage of the Goria Empire. But now that things have come to this, there are not many people I can trust.

Tell me, Korag, did Cho'gall invite you?

Did you, like the other wizards, waver in the face of his temptations? After all, even the dumbest ogres in Highmaul know that, despite your loyalty, I have never held you in high esteem.

In response to this question, the strange ogre warrior gave a deep laugh and said:

"After that accident, I became a monster that devoured magic power. Even the honorable wizard leader, Gul'gar, would resist me and even fear me!

But when everyone gave up on me and I was in despair, you saved me with your own hands. Although I know that the rescue was more for your witchcraft experiment, the grace of saving my life is there, and my family tradition does not allow me to betray your kindness.

Highmaul is my home!
My fathers and I were born and raised here. I will dedicate everything to my hometown. If you need me, I am willing to execute the traitor Gugaer with my own hands in your name.

But now, please persevere for the future of the Goria Empire!
Although the empire has declined, the duty of the Wizarding Leader is to make our empire glorious!

Your soldiers have not given up yet, so please hold on too.

At least hold on until the next day. Well, during those days when I was waiting to die from the radiation of the waste spirit energy, I would tell myself this: Your Majesty, please hold on! Every day is a new blessing.

(End of this chapter)