Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 112: 11. Brown-skinned Orcs Will Never Be Slaves - Let Pure War Songs Replace Fel War Songs, Let the Orthodox Tribes Surpass the Demon-Blooded Tribes
The Vigilant is a leader who is very measured in his work.

He believed that how to deal with the Warsong orcs trapped on the battlefield of Highmaul was an internal issue among the orcs, so when he said that he would not get involved, he really had no intention of getting involved at all, and would not even allow Yrel and Nobundo to get too deeply involved.

The two recruits could also understand the saint's concerns.

If things go wrong today, it will cause internal divisions within the Warsong Clan. If there are Draenei involved, even if they are just helping, they will have something to hold against them in the future. Maybe they will be used by scum like Gul'dan to slander these blueskins for playing tricks.

The best way is to let Garrosh, the "Warsong Exile", solve the problem himself.

Of course, having said that, asking a young warlord who has not yet grown to his limit to "persuade the surrender" of at least 300 War Song Vanguards is basically tantamount to asking him to die, so the secret help that should be given is still necessary.

The evil-minded wizard leader fulfilled the "king's promise".

Outside the collapsed Ganymede Temple, the ogre bastard who was eager to see Hellscream and his son fight on the battlefield generously opened its king's treasury, allowing Garrosh, who helped the ogres defeat the "Ancient Stone" Tectus, to choose weapons and protective gear from it.

The orcs could not wear armor of ogre size, so Garrosh could only choose weapons that suited him.

Fortunately, the wizard leader had enough treasures, so he quickly walked out with a giant hammer axe with a strong ogre style. This thing looked unremarkable, almost a rough fusion of rocks, wooden sticks and iron blades, just like a mace, but upon closer inspection, it was not difficult to find that the rocks that made up the axe body were obviously reinforced with ogre runes, and the iron blade was also wrapped with elemental power.

"Ha, classy!"

The wizard leader exclaimed:
"This 'Gron Lord Battle Axe' was a trophy obtained from a legendary Gronn during the Gorian Empire's last expedition to Gorgrond. It's a bit ugly, but I can guarantee it's the most suitable weapon for a warrior.

It is said that the power of the Gronn Lords is concentrated within it, allowing you to strike with crushing force with every blow."

"No matter how good it is, the orcs of the Warsong clan will not take it seriously."

Gayala complained beside him:
"For the Warsong orcs, the best weapon in the world is always the axe, and there is only one best axe, and that axe is now in the hands of Grom Hellscream."

"This armor is my spare protective gear. It is black plate mail that I personally forged in the elemental flames of the Blackrock Forge."

The daughter of Blackhand, who had always been cold and arrogant and unwilling to get too close to Gaiara and Garrosh, was unusually generous this time. She placed a set of black plate armor unique to the Blackrock Clan in front of Garrosh and said to him:

"Consider it a loan, and you don't have to return it! I don't like things that have been used by others, but you will owe me a favor for this, understand? Hellscream's son. When you come back alive, this favor will be repaid!"

Garrosh nodded and put on the fine black plate armor without saying a word.

The armor made by the Blackrock Clan's blacksmiths is not differentiated between men and women, and this thing is just right for Garrosh.

As the kindhearted Gayara helped him tighten the cleft-hoofed cowhide straps on his armor, Nobundo stepped forward, handed a small bag to the young orc warlord, and whispered:
"We can't get involved in your orcs' internal affairs, so these potions are the last help we can give you. Don't be stingy when drinking them at the critical moment. Your Mak'gora ritual doesn't forbid taking medicine between continuous battles.

And this thing, take it with you!"

Garrosh looked puzzled at the strange stone that Nobundo stuffed into his hand. The thing was black and looked like some kind of crude statue. He said in surprise:

"Why are you giving me a stone?"

"You have no vision! This is the pulsating heart of the ancient stone Tectus, which we just purified! It is a sacred relic of Draenor's earth element. You can think of it as the core of power for the elemental lords."

Nobundo explained:

"This thing was originally meant to be taken back to the Elemental Throne as a sacrifice to the Earth Elemental Lord Godau. That Elemental Lord hoped that his ancient children could rest in peace in the earth, but it ultimately favored you orcs.

After I informed it of your desire to lead the Warsong Clan back from its corrupt path on your own, the generous Earthlord decided to give you this precious Pulsating Heart.

Don't underestimate it!

The power of ancient stones is gathered in it. As long as you keep standing on the ground, a steady stream of power will flow into your body. It will be difficult for you to feel tired, and it will support you to complete this destined difficult battle.

But you must always remember!
Wearing a holy object like the Pulsating Heart means that the elements of this world are watching you. Once you do anything dishonorable that is not allowed by the elements, you will be abandoned by the elements!
This is a true shamanic relic, but you need it more than we do right now."

"You still have to go to the saint and ask him to cast some powerful divine spells on you."

Because of the incident in Amberri Village, Yrel had always been unhappy with the orcs, but along the way, Garrosh's bravery and honesty had indeed left a good impression on her, so the "Hand of K'ure" also reminded her:
"Don't underestimate the enhancements bestowed by the Saint himself; those divine arts can increase your strength by several percent.

Bravery does not mean recklessness, and rescue also requires wisdom.

Go on!

Since you are a member of the K'ure Alliance, you deserve to be treated kindly by us."

Garrosh now felt like a silly boy who was traveling far away for the first time. Before he even left the house, he received all kinds of support from his aunts and uncles, which made him feel indescribable for a moment.

Especially since he was infected with the plague called "Red Scourge" by the orcs since he was a child, and was thrown into Garadar by his father and ignored, he is more sensitive in this regard.

He regards Mother Gaiaan, who raised him, as a true elder, and is willing to become the warlord of Garadar and dedicate everything to the clan that accepts him for this reason.

This is a very simple value that orcs generally have. Whoever is good to him, he will be open-hearted to that person; whoever dares to provoke him, he will make that person pay with blood!
To be honest, Garrosh didn't really believe that the orcs and the draenei could coexist peacefully for a long time. He grew up on the grasslands of Nagrand and knew that the struggle for territory between the two races would often lead to endless battles.

Even timid rabbits will bite each other and cause blood and flesh to fly when fighting for territory.

He agreed with some of Chieftain Blackhand's ideas about the struggle for survival. The world of Draenor was not big enough, there was only one piece of land. If the orc civilization wanted to rise and dominate, it had to resolve the territory issue through war.

However, at this moment, when he needed help the most, Young Master Hou, who accepted the generous help from others, also had another idea in his mind.

Perhaps war will still be inevitable in the future.

But at least before the war actually breaks out, the orcs and the draenei can become allies who trust each other to face the common threats that come to them.

"I have nothing to offer you except the blessing of the Holy Light, for you lack courage, passion for your ideals, and hope."

Diakum looked at the fully-armed Garrosh before him. He extended his hand in front of the warrior and cast a series of enhanced spells from the Holy Word sequence upon him. As special light and shadow effects continued to emerge, he whispered:

"But I remain curious. Do you have the answers to the two questions I just posed? Garrosh, what do you fight for? And to what extent do you intend to dedicate yourself to this cause?"

"I don't have an answer. But I know I can't let over 300 of my compatriots die before my eyes!"

Garrosh leaned on the rough battle axe in his hand, lowered his head and said:

"Even if the only way I can save them is to defeat them first and demand that they obey my orders. I know this will make me be regarded as a usurper and traitor to the clan by my powerful father, but I still have to do it!
This is a tragedy caused by Grom Hellscream's mistake!
He took away most of the wolf riders but left a vanguard behind on the battlefield. These warriors were in dire straits because of his mistake. I am only making up for his mistake."

"But you know, Grom Hellscream won't listen to your explanation on the battlefield! The fact is, what you want these Warsong Clan soldiers to do is inconsistent with the orders they received, and you are not the Warlord of the Warsong Clan, so theoretically you have no authority to command them.

To the powerful chiefs, this was a sign of rebellion."

Diakum shook his head and said:
"You don't need to convince me, you have to convince yourself."

"There's no time. Based on my understanding of the Warsong Clan warriors, if I don't go there now, they will definitely try to break out. However, Highmaul is completely isolated from the outside world at this moment, and their attempt to break out will only bring unnecessary casualties.

It's like committing suicide in the name of glory, but this war led by demons and sorcerers is not glorious in the first place! Committing suicide for it is extremely stupid!"

Garrosh took a deep breath and said in a deep voice:

"I must go!"

"Then go. I remind you not to ignore the dark hands hidden among your people."

The Vigilant Saint reminded:

"The more desperate the situation, the more likely those seducers will persuade upright warriors to take the wrong path, and people often become blind when they need strength.

In my opinion, the difficulty of this matter is not how to convince your people to lay down their arms, but how to give them a goal that is consistent with ours, and you have to understand the subtle difference between "rebellion" and "uprising".

"I do not understand!"

Garrosh stiffened his neck and said:
"You could have been more clear! Saint of the Draenei, why do you powerful people always like to make us guess what you're thinking?"

"Because if I were to be more direct, this would immediately become like me inciting you to split your clan. You won't have such thoughts now, but as you grow up and recall this scene today, suspicion and even hatred towards me will arise in your heart!"

The Sentinel waved his hand and said:
"I want to give you guidance, not instigation! As I said, the future of the orcs can only be controlled by you."

"Pedantism."

The daughter of Blackhand next to her obviously understood the hint of the Sentinel, but the assassin commented with disdain. She carried her warhammer on her back and gestured to Garrosh, meaning that it was time to set off.

There are only three orcs here, so this task can only be done by the three of them.

However, Nobundo had just communicated with the elements to inform the Burning Blade Master, who was hunting warlock scum outside the city, of what happened here. Perhaps Lantresor would also appear in the Warsong Clan's position.

Mak'gora is a sacred thing!

Generally, it is presided over by the respected shamans of each clan, but the status of the Burning Blade Clan in the Orc society is equally delicate and lofty. The presence of a Burning Blade Swordmaster will certainly greatly enhance the orthodoxy of this duel ceremony.

"Can you understand what that Draenei saint really wanted to say to you just now?"

As three orc warlords rode their wargs towards the outskirts of Highmaul, Griselda Blackhand, carrying a black warhammer, whispered to Garrosh:
"He's actually already told you the solution to the problem in a very subtle way. That guy's wisdom is as impressive as his strength, though a bit pedantic."

"I'm not very good at this."

Garrosh blew out a stream of air from his nostrils, causing the golden nose ring on his nose, the same one that belonged to Grom Hellscream, to dance. He whispered:
"I prefer the unpretentious exchanges between warriors."

"But Griselda and I are also warriors, so why do we understand?"

On the other side, Gaiara, who was riding a white frost wolf, couldn't help but complain:

"If you're stupid, admit it! Don't talk about the warrior's way. The warrior's way is not the way of fools.

Forget it, seeing that you probably can’t figure it out, I’ll just tell you straight out. What the Vigilant Saint means is that you should direct the future conflicts between you and your father towards the Shadow Council and the Demonic Blood Pollution!

understand? "

"I don't understand, what's the connection between the two?"

Garrosh thought for a moment, then stared at Gaiara with his bull eyes.

Those eyes were filled with innocence untainted by wisdom, causing Gaiara to groan in despair. However, she then explained helplessly:
"You're going to ask your people to obey your orders now. That's called rebellion! Their orders were given by Chief Warsong, and you have no right to change them.

But now Grom Hellscream and the elite of the Warsong Clan have drunk the blood of the devil. They have violated the traditions of the orcs and turned themselves into fallen monsters! You are now asking those warriors to follow you not to rebel against the chieftain, fool!

You should tell them that you are leading them to save the corrupted Grommashar and the last pure bloodline of the Warsong Clan, lest the demon blood turn you all into green monsters.

In this way, you are not asking them to rebel, but leading them to resist the external dark temptation and lead them to save the clan and family!

No one can refuse this reason, least of all I can’t.”

"With justice in hand, it will be convenient to do anything later."

Griselda Blackhand put it more succinctly. The sturdy Blackrock orc narrowed her eyes and said:
"This actually gave me a lot of ideas! I never knew how to legitimately organize my team, but now I have a complete plan.

Garrosh, you must know that even in the Blackrock Clan, which worships power the most, not every warrior and warlord is willing to abandon their dignity for power. In fact, the more powerful the warrior, the more important they are to their self-dignity.

They will not allow themselves to become servants of the devil just for such scraps.

The same goes for the Warsong Clan!
My father asked the chiefs to drink the devil's blood under the pretext of waging war against the blueskins, but we have personally experienced the purification of Oshu'gun, and we all know clearly that the blueskins are not our enemies. All this is caused by the Shadow Council!

This provides us, the oppressed young people, with a great opportunity.

We can take this opportunity to wear the battle robes forged by the righteousness of the group and step onto the clan's stage, but are you two satisfied with just saving the clan?"

The Daughter of Blackhand loosened the reins, slowing the warg's advance. She whispered to Garrosh and Gaiara:
"I admit that my father's desire for war will bring disaster to the race, but you also have to admit that the loose form of the clan system can no longer keep up with the development of the Draenor world in this era. Even if there are no warring tribes, the unification of the clans is the general trend!
Blackhand and his Demonblood Horde will eventually be defeated by the Alliance of K'ure, but then what?
Then can we pretend that nothing has happened, and return to our simple and peaceful life hand in hand and singing ancient songs happily under the guidance of the elders and shamans?

Do not!
Do not be silly!
Impossible, the change has already happened!

The warring tribes will use war to prove how powerful the united clans are. After we have seen the power of unity with our own eyes, no one can go back to the era of division. Chieftain Blackhand will fail, but the position of 'Chieftain' will not disappear!

It will only be passed on to the next ambitious person. So the question is, instead of waiting for this title of glory and power to be usurped by an ambitious person in the future, why don't the three of us take this opportunity to inherit it?"

"We? No! Just you!"

Gaiara immediately retorted:

"I have no intention of becoming a great chief. I must devote everything to the Frostwolf Clan. Moreover, the inheritance of our clan's chieftainship has never been stained with blood, unlike your Blackrock Clan.

Don't try to seduce Garrosh, Griselda! He's not very smart, he doesn't know what you're trying to do, but I do!

You are the 'ambitious person' you are talking about!
You are no longer satisfied with your current oppressed status. You want to seize the position of chieftain of the Blackrock Clan. The Alliance of K'ure will help you do this, but you are no longer satisfied with the position of King of Gorgrond. You want to inherit your father's position as chieftain and become the second 'King of the Clan'.

But you are not qualified!
Even after the defeat of Warchief Blackhand, even if the orcs truly needed a Warchief to lead civilization, it should be my father!"

"Durotan is unfit to be the Warchief. When the War Horde threatened to slaughter the world, he didn't dare to be the first to stand up and resist! Mother Gaiaan, and even your mother, Lady Draka, are more qualified to sit on the throne of the clan king than your father."

Griselda retorted:
"And don't forget, your brother will definitely be born! The Frostwolf Clan has never had a female chieftain before. Your mother, such an outstanding heroine, still ended up marrying a mediocre guy like your father.

Anyway, be careful, Gayala!

If you’re not careful, you’ll end up in the embarrassing situation I’m in now.

Okay, let’s talk about the clan king later!
Let’s talk about something realistic.

Garrosh, taking control of this remnant army is just the beginning. There are tens of thousands of your compatriots in Grommash'ar, the Warsong Clan's base camp in Nagrand Grasslands. Perhaps now, the emissaries of the Shadow Council are already tempting them to drink the blood of demons and transform into green-skinned monsters.

You have to go back there.

But you know that your people will not obey you so easily, especially those lunatics who followed Grom to drink the devil's blood. You must fight with them to recover your ancestral land. You need support.

My three maids are gathering troops for me. I am confident that I can gather a force of at least several thousand people.

If you are willing, I will lead my warriors to help you complete the restoration of the Warsong Clan, but in return, when I seize the ancestral land of the Blackrock Clan in Gorgrond, you and your warriors must also help me!"

The Daughter of Blackhand said to Garrosh:
"This is an alliance between the two new clans, 'Orthodox Blackstone' and 'Pure Warsong'. We are in the same situation now!

We must unite to liberate our people in order to fight against those elders who have gone astray. As Ms. Draka has taught me, if we always choose to obey, we will have to live under the shadow of those legendary chiefs for the rest of our lives.

But they are old!

It turns out that they are old and blind, and the orc race needs to be led by stronger, more visionary and more powerful young people!

We must accomplish great deeds that are enough to make the world proud in order to create our own legend. So, what can better demonstrate the majesty of the legend than saving the clan and even the orc civilization from danger in times of crisis?

Gayala!
I give you one last chance.

You can join the clan alliance between Garrosh and me and let the reputation of the three of us young people resound throughout Draenor, or you can return to your parents and be a good daughter, and gamble whether they will break the tradition for you and let you, who is actually not that good, become the first queen of Frostfire Ridge.

Ah, as far as I know, your father is the chief who respects 'tradition' the most!"

Gayala's expression was a little conflicted.

On the one hand, she believed her mother's promise.

But on the other hand, what Griselda, the "Black Stone Fairy" said was also true. Her father did attach great importance to tradition, and was indeed a little indecisive at critical moments.

"No matter what she says, I'm willing to join!"

Garrosh gritted his teeth and said:

"If saving the Warsong clan requires overthrowing my power-obsessed father, then I am willing to start anew.

Pure War Song
Great, I like this name!

This will be my clan! Amidst the burning ruins of the fallen old warsong, the Pure will honor their ancestors!

"Very good, the Pure War Song and the Orthodox Blackstone will eventually form a more powerful Orthodox tribe."

Griselda finally revealed a satisfied smile, but at this moment, Gaiara suddenly spoke:

"But no matter how you change your name, after the bloodbath launched by Warchief Blackhand, the name 'Horde' will be tainted. So, if you plan to unify the orcs, you cannot use this name.

It should be called 'Mag'har'!
In the future, there may no longer be a distinction between Frostwolves, Blackrock, and Warsong. We will all proudly call ourselves "Mag'har" orcs. The new tribe composed entirely of proud pure ones is our future.

And I think a big chief is not enough to lead our people. We should learn from more advanced civilizations!

Aren't the Draenei a ruling group?

Let’s have one too.”

Gayala flexed his fingers and said:

"Wisdom, strength, and courage—three virtues, three powers! We each have one High Prophet, one High Chieftain, and one Mag'har Warchief. As for who can ultimately prevail over the others and seize power, we'll see who's more capable.

Oh, another form of Mak'gora, I may not be a match for you two in terms of strength, but wisdom and foresight are my strengths!"

"But you are a warrior! Gaiara, you are not qualified to be the Great Prophet. That is the honored position of the Shamans."

Griselda curled her lips and said:
"I heard that you once had the opportunity to become a shaman, but you gave it up. You deserve it."

"Oh, it's not the shamans who possess wisdom, but wisdom that makes them shamans! Even though I'm not a shaman, I'm still proud of my wisdom."

Gayala retorted:

"Isn't the wisdom of a warrior wisdom?"

"Stop arguing, you two!"

Garrosh cried:
"The future is still uncertain, and already we're discussing the division of spoils? Let's get this done first!"

"As you command, mighty Mag'har Warlord."

Griselda said meaningfully.

Garrosh curled his lips, but at the moment he tightened the reins, he licked his lips and his fangs and whispered:

"Thank you both for your help. I will remember it for the rest of my life, Great Prophet and Great Chief."

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"You can't get out like this! The ogres have surrounded us. No one knows why they don't attack, but everyone knows that if the ogres start charging, we'll all die here!"

Outside Highmaul, in the Warsong Vanguard's position, a warlock leaning on a bone staff shouted to the warlord and several blood guards in front of him:

"The foolish Twilight's Hammer clan failed and implicated us. Now we have to find another way to leave. If we can't find reinforcements, we can only do our best to strengthen our own strength."

"Get away with your disgusting potion, Warlock!"

The Warsong Warlord, holding the Skull Axe, cursed:

"Don't try to trick me and my warriors into drinking that stuff with any excuse. Don't think we don't know that we will all turn into green monsters after drinking it. You'd better not play any tricks before our chief gives the order!"

"I'm saving you, idiots."

The warlock of the Shadow Council jumped up and down helplessly and cursed:

"I told you all, the mighty Chieftain Grom Hellscream was the first chieftain to drink the Bloodrage Potion from his Throne of Glory in Tanaan Jungle. His courage is something all orcs should learn from.

Why don’t you believe it?

Your chieftain has ordered all the warriors of the Warsong Clan to drink the potion and begin recruiting soldiers in Grommashar to attack Shattrath City and win glory for your clan!
And now, only if you drink the bloodrage potion will you have enough strength to chop down those ogres in the subsequent breakout, otherwise we will all die here! Do you think a warlock like me would joke with you about my life?
damn it!
Drink it quickly! Why not drink it? "

"I won't drink it!"

Commander War Song roared, stiffening his neck:
"Without direct orders from the Chieftain, I will not allow my warriors to touch anything you hand me. God knows what you sorcerers have added to it."

“This is our destiny”

The warlock sighed, picked up the potion that glowed with green fluorescence in his hand, and said:
"Drink, I won't harm you, do you hear me? The ogres have started to blow their horns. They are about to attack, and we can't hold our own with so few people.

You may not trust me! But at least you should consider the lives of your brothers. They are loyal to you and Chief Grom. How can you allow this precious blood of loyalty to be shed in such a meaningless place?

Grom's order to you was not to die bravely here, we can break out!"

Faced with the warlock's persuasion, the Warsong Warlord hesitated.

He looked back at the warriors behind him. Although no Warsong orc would fear the ogre's attack, they were indeed exhausted in the previous round of battle. If they didn't come up with a solution, this vanguard would really be defeated here.

The ogres' attack horns were blowing more and more urgently, and the Warsong Warlord knew that he could not hesitate any longer.

He stretched out his hand and grasped the bottle of magic blood handed to him by the warlock. Just as he was about to turn away the bottle amid the hooded warlock's sinister smile, he heard the sound of breaking wind. As he pushed the warlock away and dodged, a ferocious battle axe spun past his body and hit the ground with a bang.

The bottle of magic blood in his hand was chopped to pieces.

The green sticky liquid was spilled everywhere, and the fishy smell was nauseating.

"That is not a fate any orc with any dignity should accept, Overseer! Just like any orc with a bit of wisdom in his head would not allow himself to be manipulated by the scum of the Shadow Council!"

Amidst Garrosh's roar, he charged into the battlefield riding on a red wolf. Amidst the low howling of wolves, the Burning Blade Master appeared at the edge of the position in the wind, carrying a Warsong Clan's battle flag.

"I know it's hard to convince you, so let's solve this problem the most traditional way."

The young orc jumped off the saddle, pounded his chest, and said loudly:

"My name is Garrosh Hellscream, son of Grom Hellscream and Gol'kal Hellscream! But I do not appear before you as the son of a chieftain, I come here as a warrior of the Warsong clan.

I ask you to recognize the current situation!
The shameless warlocks of the Shadow Council have bewitched the orcs and are trying to pollute our people and civilization with demon blood!

I will show you the evidence I found with my own hands, but before that, I ask you to obey me, I will take you out of Highmaul and go to Grommashar! In the place where you and I were born, I will lead you there to save our people and traditions that are about to fall!

I don't need you to disobey the Chief's orders.

I know your loyalty won't allow you to do that, so let's use a Mak'gora to decide our future.

Under the witness of the spirits of our ancestors, grant me the power to save!
Right here, right now!
Anyone who doesn’t want to obey should stand up.”

"boom"

The Burning Blademaster Lantresor threw the Warsong Clan's banner in his hand, and it stuck firmly into the ground. Garrosh also grabbed the battle axe on the ground. He moved his shoulders and looked at the clansmen in front of him who were staring at him with eyes of different meanings.

He once felt regret and inferiority for his identity as an "exile".

But at this moment, he proudly straightened his chest and met the gazes of his people.

Now that he has figured out why he is fighting, it is time to test how much he is willing to sacrifice for this belief!
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