Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 114:13. The Sentinels Provide Military Advice to Draenor: On the Necessity of Forging Artifacts

The Heart of Argus is a genuine world artifact. If you take into account the "weak star soul bonus" that has been reactivated, then it is not an exaggeration to call it a "star sea artifact" or a "cosmic artifact."

Even if only a small amount of Star Soul power can be activated for a short period of time, it can still do earth-shaking things in the hands of a "Holy Light Butcher" like Diakum. The worlds that can give birth to Star Souls are already very rare. 99.9% of the creatures in this realm of stars will never have the honor of seeing the "True God of the Force" show his power in their entire lives.

Although the wizard leader Mar'gok, who was carefully observing the Heart of Argus at this time, was an ogre, he was indeed one of the most powerful spellcasters in the world of Draenor.

As soon as he got this thing, Margok immediately felt the terrifying power.

He slept peacefully hidden in his tail ring, ignoring his own "audience".

This made the Wizard Leader very regretful. It was obvious that this supreme power as vast as the churning sea of stars would not be open to "aliens" like himself. The supreme power was generous but harsh, and He would only exert the power to change the world for His own people.

But that's enough!
Saint Diak'um used the Heart of Argus to prove to the Ogre Lord that when it came to forging the "World Artifact", probably no one in all of Draenor knew more about it than the ancient Eredar, the "Kings of Argus".

"You mentioned the power of the guardian artifacts bestowed by the world of Draenor."

Margok reluctantly returned the Heart of Argus ring to Saint Diakum. Its two heads and three eyes gleamed with greed as it asked:

"Can anything compare to the majesty of this ring?"

"Probably not."

The Vigilant was always frank on such important matters. He recalled the properties of the "Draenor Ring" in his memory and said to the Wizard Leader:

"There's no such supreme being as the Star Soul on Draenor. Although we can extract the mighty power of order from the 'True God', Lord 'Defender' Aggramar, from the ancient runestones, this power is ultimately limited. It cannot bless or strengthen its holder for a long time.

However, for individuals, this bonus of great power allows them to easily cross the boundary between mortals and demigods, and it is not impossible for them to even reach the limit of demigod power.

You must understand, Honorable Head Wizard, that this is a gift from the True God, even a tiny bit of it is enough to change an individual's destiny."

"Hmm, demigod."

The light in Margok's eyes grew brighter, and the greed was turning into desire.

The reason why demigods are called demigods is because most mortals, no matter how talented they are, can never reach the realm of "God" in their entire lives. Legends are the limit of their power. To take the next step forward, what is needed is no longer personal effort.

If fate and the Force do not show mercy, then this step will never be taken.

For the Wizard Leader, it is walking on the most orthodox path of arcane force, which means that if the alien saints can really use the ancient runes to restrain the power of the Titan God, then the gifts it can obtain from the power of this supreme order will be absolutely amazing!

"Actually, it's not limited to demigods."

Diakum had been observing Margok's expression. When the latter was about to make up his mind, he added lightly:
"You just watched with us the scene of the birth of this world. You witnessed the 'Original Blessing' of the Draenor world with your own eyes. The wild nature bestowed by the Force of Life is also rare in the entire starry sea.

From this point of view, Draenor is a planet with its own talents, and the blessing of life like that is so difficult for even the Titan God to handle.

This may also explain why you ogres are so physically strong, and why the orc warriors who were also born in Draenor have such astonishing ultimate destructive power!

What I mean is that even though the wild life of the original was defeated by the giants of creation created by Lord Protector Aggramar, you and I both know that the gift of the original force of life is still hidden in a corner of this world.

It shares the same breath and destiny with the Heart of Draenor and has long become one of the characteristics of this world.

If we can connect and bind the artifact to the Heart of Draenor during the forging process, then these forged artifacts may possess the true "power of the Draenor world".

This is obviously very different from the process the Eredar used to forge the Heart of Argus, but at its core, it's the same."

"Yes, yes, I can totally understand why you would suggest that!"

The two heads of the wizard leader nodded repeatedly.

It felt its two brains were simultaneously burning with heat from the temptation of power, but it still retained a trace of the king's dignity, and said hypocritically:
"Forging the world's artifacts isn't just about strengthening the leaders of the Alliance of K'ure, nor is it just about preparing a supreme blade to resist the approaching Burning Legion. For us, it's a feat that must be remembered no matter what!

This incident will inevitably be recorded in great detail in the history of each race.

In the process of forging the artifact, the unity of the Alliance of K'ure will have a realistic foundation. When the incomparably powerful world artifact is born, the resistance forces of the entire Draenor will be truly united."

“You are truly wise.”

Diakum praised sincerely:

"That's exactly what I'm thinking. Of course, my proposal isn't just about dedication and giving; it also places a yoke on you all. As holders of the world's divine artifacts, you must lead the charge and fight for this world.

Just as the ancient Eredar swore before the World Soul in our homeland!

If you defend the world, the world will bless you; if you destroy the world, the world will curse you.

This is more than an honor, Sorcerer-Chief, it is a responsibility that will last even until your death and the day your empire is forgotten. The successor you choose must also bear the same oath! "

Margok didn't care about such advice.

The wise ogre wizard leader waved his hand and said in a righteous tone:
"But isn't this the natural mission of us 'Sons of Draenor'? If I don't stand up and contribute my strength to the peace of my homeland, how can I be worthy of the reward of the world artifact?
What's more, if we look at it from the perspective of the world of Draenor, the infighting between civilized populations is just one of the driving forces to keep the world moving forward. As long as the world itself is not destroyed by scum like the Burning Legion, the rise and conquest of the Gorian Empire will also be blessed by the world.

Well.
Let's discuss how to forge this artifact, Saint. You know, I'm a power-seeker. I don't need to hide my greed in front of you. I can't wait."

"Human nature."

The Sentinel didn't hide anything. Following the artifact creation process he remembered, he looked at the ancient rune stone behind him and said in a deep voice:

"These rune stones blessed by the Defender God must serve as the base of the artifact. We need to cut and polish them in the most appropriate way, but it is also important to find a framework that can withstand and restrain this power.

I heard that when the Crowman's Sun Empire was at its peak, their sun priests once forged the 'Sunfire Artifact'?"

“There is indeed such a legend!”

Leland beside the Saint nodded and said:
"While traveling in the Spires of Arak, I met scroll sages of the fallen arakkoa. They called themselves the 'Scroll Keepers' of the god Ansu. The scholar named 'Reshad' loved collecting the ancient history of the Sun Empire. I once read the records of the 'Golden Ring of Sunfire' in his library. It is said that it was an ornament forged for the leaders of the arakkoa using the sacred fire of the 'Sun God', the god worshipped by the arakkoa.

If this legend is true, then those rings 'born from the sun' are indeed the most solid energy containers we can find in this world.

Unfortunately, the high-ranking crows who have gone mad now will definitely not be so obedient as to hand over their ancestral treasures."

"Then let's go grab it!"

The wizard leader clenched his fists, with a ferocious look on his face. He shouted:
The fate of Draenor has come! While possession of the artifact alone won't determine our future, with the power of the world, our warriors will be adorned with the glory of courage as they step onto the battlefield.

What we are discussing is the survival of a world and countless lives!

How can such power depend on the selfishness and ignorance of those high-ranking crowmen who have already gone mad?

I heard that they even murdered Terokk, the Wise King of the Claw, hundreds of years ago, who could have led Skyreach to a new height, just for the little power they had.

Such a race has long lost hope, and it would be a waste to have such treasures in their hands!

If you Draenei are reluctant to take action due to racial ethics, then after I complete the conquest of Bladespire Fortress, I will be happy to lead the warriors of the Goria Empire to Peak of Heaven.

This is not for my own selfish desires.
Uh, okay, I should be honest, this is just my personal desire!
But my selfish desires coincide with the world's desires, and so it is also the cold truth of wartime!"

"Calm down first. Materials and a framework alone are not enough."

Diakum shook his head and said:
"For the power of a true god to rest upon the world's beings, it requires a medium and appeasement. Draenor's elemental lords, born from the head of Grond, the 'Creator Giant', are the same species as the Titan-forged runes and are the perfect medium for appeasement.

The Elemental Lords have always had a close relationship with the Orc Shamans, so this is the responsibility that the Orcs need to shoulder in the forging of artifacts. These artifacts must complete the gathering and connection of energy at the Elemental Throne.

At this step, the artifact is initially formed!

But that's still not enough, we still need to bind it to the Heart of Draenor, which means someone must carry them into the last holy place of the forest elves."

"That's courting death."

The Wizard Leader shook his head and said:
"The forest elves in Gorgrond's territory don't welcome any flesh-and-blood creatures to approach, unless you're willing to let them plant a 'mushroom' on you. With all due respect, you probably haven't seen those 'pseudo-humans' parasitized by plants.

That is a fate worse than death."

“But someone has to take on that responsibility.”

The Vigilant shook his head.

He did not discuss this issue further, but after a moment's thought he said:
"Now that things have come to this, if you are determined, let's start forging this artifact from now on. As you said, when the artifact is completed, the populations of the K'ure Alliance will be truly united to resist the impending common threat.

When it comes to jewelry cutting experience in the world of Draenor, no one can match the skills of my people.

My adoptive father, Archon Hatton, personally participated in the forging of the Heart of Argus more than 20,000 years ago. The ring in my hand is the first Heart of Argus, and it was created by his outstanding skills.

I hope that Archon Haddon can also lead the team in cutting the God-Forged Runestone. This is also the duty we Draenei should shoulder for our compatriots in the Alliance of K'ure."

"of course."

The wizard leader nodded, but after a moment, he said:
"Just a few magical rings probably don't require so many runes, right?"

"No, the power of each rune is different. They are all gifts from the Protector, Lord Aggramar. This means that the enhanced effects of artifacts made with different runes will also be different."

Diakum said seriously:

“Each rune stone must be disassembled to find the core where its power is concentrated as the main material of the artifact.

Of course, I understand what you mean.

It would be a waste to discard just one of such a large rune stone. In fact, although the amount of Yangyan True Gold we can obtain from the Crow People will not be too much, we can imitate the process of forging artifacts and use other materials as supplements to create "secondary artifacts" for the outstanding warriors of each ethnic group.

Just take the Heart of Argus model!

These secondary artifacts can also bring great enhancement to individuals when used alone, but only with the blessing of real world artifacts can they burst out the real "world power", just like the difference between the main ring and the secondary ring.

The so-called Supreme Divine Ring controls all other rings."

"Imprisoned in the power of all precepts."

This sentence immediately popped up in Mar'gok's mind. Of course, he didn't say this dark thought out loud, but as the king of the ogres, the wizard leader really liked the damn "bad idea" of the Vigilant Saint.

Relying on these artifacts and secondary artifacts, it can easily rebuild the Goria Empire and create a sufficiently stable ruling system. Of course, such powerful objects will definitely attract covetousness and even cause wars, civil unrest and vendettas, but this is not a problem in the eyes of the Wizard Head.

Since ancient times, power is only worthy of the strong!
A loser who can't even protect his own divine weapon deserves to die! The prosperity of the Goria Empire will not rely on these weak cowards.

"I measured it, uncle."

After a moment, Leland put away the jeweler's tape measure. She wrote something in her notebook and said to Diakum and Margok:
"After calculating the necessary losses, the core area of each rune can be used to craft at least one main ring and six secondary rings. Based on the war amplification power of the Heart of Argus, this means that once the artifact is forged, the guardian camp of the world of Draenor will instantly have five more demigods and thirty more Legendaries.

While these amplifications can only be fully activated during times of world-threatening war, given the sheer size of Draenor, this power is truly formidable.

But even if the secondary ring's energy load is slightly smaller, it's still too heavy a burden for ordinary metal to bear, and we no longer have any extra celestial gold."

"Use the Apexis Crystal!"

The Wizard Leader thought for a moment and came up with an alternative plan. He said:

"My treasury contains the purest Apexis crystals, treasured over the years by the Empire. The energy adaptability of these crystals is excellent, and they should be sufficient material for a secondary ring."

"The Blackstone mines of Gorgrond are said to have been smelted by the flames of the Magnaron."

Leland said:
"Perhaps we could get some pure blackstone ore from Griselda Blackhand and test its quality."

"Well, you can discuss these matters with Father Hatton. I must hurry and finish the work with the Burning Blade Clan, and then go to the Spires of Arak."

Diakum stroked his chin and said:

"The War Horde may attack Shattrath City at any time. We must prepare the artifact before the civil war breaks out."

"No need to worry!"

The Wizard Leader said in a deep voice at this moment:

"If Shattrath needs help, the Gorian Empire will fulfill its obligations as an ally."

"I believe your promise, but I have a personal request."

Diakum thought for a moment, pointed at Leyland, and said to Margok:
“This is the child of my battle-brother, whom I regard as an elder, and also my daughter.

As you can see, she is an arcanist. Although the Draenei inherited the arcane tradition of the Eredar, unfortunately, so many years of exile have caused our arcanist class to decline seriously. This child has good talent, but unfortunately she can't find a good mentor.

You are the most powerful arcanist in the world of Draenor, so I will use my dignity to buy my daughter a chance to glimpse the arcane truth.

If you can be her mentor, then I will."

"No need to say more, Sentinel. The moment you helped my empire escape the shadow of destruction, we became true friends. There's no need to be so polite between friends."

Margok's two heads smiled at the same time, and he said:

"As long as your daughter learns, all the secrets of the Goria Empire will be revealed to her. However, the various 'supermagic' techniques passed down by the rune wizards are extremely difficult to learn and are also accompanied by dangers. I hope your daughter is mentally prepared."

"what?"

Seeing these two guys finalizing their master-disciple relationship in just a few words, Leland's eyes widened.

It's not that she was unwilling to follow Captain Mar'gok to learn the ways of the arcane. She had seen with her own eyes on the battlefield how the Captain used all kinds of strange arcane runes to cast all kinds of powerful secret techniques. The fact that he could tame violent arcane beasts like loyal dogs was enough to illustrate Mar'gok's amazing spellcasting ability.

The main reason is that there was no tradition of Draenei learning from ogres before.

But Leland is smart after all.

She soon realized that Uncle Diakum made such an arrangement not only for her future, but also to allow her to stay in Highmaul for a long time with this legitimate identity as the Draenei's "diplomatic ambassador" to coordinate the diplomatic strategies between the Alliance of K'ure and the Ogre Empire.

Therefore, Lelan did not object and saluted the wizard leader as a disciple on the spot.

A smart guy like Margok could naturally sense this.

But it was common sense in the diplomatic circle that a sedan chair carried a person and everyone should give each other a way out. He warmly urged Diakum to stay in Highmaul for a few more days. Unfortunately, facing the threat of war, the Sentinel was unable to persuade himself to rest.

He would attend the victory banquet specially hosted by Mar'gok, but would then leave Highmaul.

The killing of Cho'gall has been completed, and his "Trial of the Blade" in the Burning Blade Clan has reached the final stage. He must return to Halvalor and work with Ner'zhul and Mother Gaiaan to stop the Burning Blade Clan's fall.

The wizard leader said that he had many collections and invited Diakum to come and appreciate them. The two big men left with a smile.

Lelan stayed in the Gantenon to continue measuring the ancient rune stone, preparing for the cooperation with Archon Hatton's arrival later. But when the arcanist returned to the temple with her tail wagging, she suddenly saw a strange raven standing on the ancient rune stone, shaking its head and not knowing what it was doing.

"Huh? Highmaul actually has such beautiful ravens? Oh, my little cutie, your eyes are actually a mysterious purple, so beautiful!"

Lelan walked forward curiously, took out a bag of melon seeds from his bag, grabbed a few and put them to the mouth of the beautiful bird. The next moment, he saw human expressions of "contempt", "helplessness" and "watching the blue-skinned fool make a fool of himself" on the face of the proud raven.

As the draenei girl's eyes widened, a raven suddenly flapped its wings and flew over the hall, then disappeared in the sky over Highmaul in the blink of an eye.

"Hmm, this raven is of excellent quality. According to the 'bird-watching technique' that Reshad taught me, this is undoubtedly the highest-quality communication pet that spellcasters can find.

Really sorry.

It seems that it and I are not compatible."

Leland sighed, but didn't take it to heart.

She continued to observe these ancient runes, which Uncle Diakum called "Titan God-cast Runes", to see if she could comprehend some powerful power from those mysterious natural order magic patterns.

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"Can you still hold on?"

Gaiara looked at the panting Garrosh.

The latter sat on the stone and endured the multiple wounds all over his body. Without saying a word, he took out a bottle of Draenei healing potion from his pocket, opened it and drank it. The pungent taste made the young orc commander grit his teeth, but the release of the healing power quickly cheered him up.

He grabbed his battle axe from his feet and stood up, raising his left hand to challenge the silent group of Warsong orcs in front of him:
"Is this what you're capable of? This is the pride of the Warsong Clan? Bullshit! A bunch of trash who claim to be warriors! I've knocked down thirteen of them in a row! What else do you have to say?"

Garrosh, his eyes red, swept a ferocious gaze over the orcs before him and roared:

"The warlocks of the Shadow Council are spreading their corruption in Grommashar every minute. I have to save my people. Anyone else wants to challenge me? Come on, stand up! I don't have that much time to waste here with you!"

"It's no use beating us all down, Garrosh!"

In the opposite position, the War Song Warlord, clutching his chest and wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, sighed and said:
"We cannot obey your orders! You seek to take away our loyalty, and even Mak'gora's victory cannot do that."

"Why are you so stubborn?"

Gayala couldn't bear to watch it anymore.

Mainly because she saw that Garrosh was at the end of his strength. If he continued to fight, this bastard would probably be in trouble. So the Frostwolf Warlord jumped up and shouted:

"Your loyalty to Grom Hellscream is premised on his remaining as Chieftain of the Warsong Clan, still dedicating everything to the Warsong Clan's interests. But Grom has drunk the blood of the demons, and he has fallen for power and personal glory!
You may disobey Garrosh, but at least follow him out of here.

Go to Oshu'gun in person, listen to the teachings of the ancestral spirits in person, and then go to your ancestral land, Grommashr, and see with your own eyes what is happening in your hometown.

Your partners, children, and parents are being coerced by the Shadow Council into drinking demon blood! Is this really what the proud orc warriors want to see? You shout about glory, but does your glory tell you to abandon your wives and children?
Is such brutal and crazy 'glory' really worth pursuing?"

"Everyone says that we, the Blackrock Clan, are stubborn, but in my opinion, you Warsong orcs are nothing but stinking stones in the toilet!"

Griselda Blackhand couldn't bear it any longer.

She leaned on her warhammer and shouted:

"If a chief has abandoned the interests of the clan, if your chief is no longer willing to protect you, if your chief is leading your clan and your loved ones towards decadence and death,
Is such a selfish and irrational chief really worthy of your following?"

"Shut up! Crazy woman from Blackrock!"

A Blood Guard jumped up, brandished his battle axe, and roared:

"You are not allowed to slander Chief Grom like this! He is the best warrior of the orcs! He is the greatest legendary chief! How could he abandon his own people!?"

"Then follow me and see for yourself!"

Garrosh slammed his battle axe to the ground, stretched out his hand toward the Warsong orc in front of him, and said:

"If you are right, then I am willing to die under the bloody roar; if I am right, then you must also make a choice under the watchful eyes of the ancestral spirits. What are you afraid of?
Are you afraid of losing your glory?

Or are you afraid of seeing the truth?"

The bloody arena suddenly became silent.

But a moment later, the Warsong Warlord who had been knocked down by Garrosh in Mak'gora stood up with the help of the Blood Guard. He approached the young Garrosh and looked at the warrior who looked very similar to Chieftain Grom. He said in a serious tone:
"If you are right, what are you going to do next?"

"Save the War Song, of course!"

Garrosh spoke loudly without hesitation:

"If it is doomed to be destroyed, then we will rebuild it from the ruins! If that man has fallen, I will do my utmost to give him a final dose of glory! However, since you asked this question, you already have the answer in your heart, right, Overseer?"

"I am no longer an Overseer. I have failed. For the sake of my honor, I will hand over the command of this vanguard to you."

The old orc sighed. He took one last look at the demon blood bottle that Garrosh had shattered before the battle. The demon blood spilled on the ground was so glaring and disgusting. He took off his clan helmet and handed it to Garrosh, saying:

"My warriors and I will now obey your command, Warlord Garrosh. Lead us."

Ps:

Thanks to the "Ji Ling Zai Yuan" brother for the additional update, currently owes 125+5
I'm starting to have a bad feeling. Could it be that this book is finished and I haven't returned the extra chapters yet? Zhuo, if that happens, I'll continue with the next book!
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