Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 168 65. Although only a foundation has been built, it can barely be used, so don’t ask for a bicycle.
The Sunwing drew a trail like a shooting star in the sky, causing the demons in Tanaan Jungle who were struggling with the "talking, assassinating and ambush tree" to look up.

The hideous creatures were engulfed by the erupting solar storm before they could even grasp the embodiment of the light. The lower-level demons were forced to face the scorching sunlight before they even had time to draw their swords.

The burning of pain is instantaneous.

When the tall half-giant dragged the holy blade away, the entire demon forging camp was left with only flying hot ashes. A moment later, the elite members of the Alliance of K'ure, who had trampled on the past, rushed through this dead and silent demon land like a whirlwind, following the bright light above their heads and fighting their way deeper into the Tanaan Jungle.

At first, these warriors were very excited to be gathered together to follow the saint to carry out the assault mission.

They cheered for the chance to fight alongside the legends of Draenor, especially the Draenei who had grown up listening to the stories of the Vigilantes, but only when they actually entered the demon-infested jungle did they realize what the Vigilantes meant by "charge forward."

Oh, so you are responsible for the "assault" and we are responsible for the "advance", right?

Since they entered Tanaan, the land of demons, at noon, it was just dusk and they had already covered one-third of the way. They encountered fourteen demon forge camps, nine of which were wiped out by a wave of Holy Light Waaaagh from the Sentinels and Lightforged veterans. The elite of each race were lucky if they could snatch a head from these guys.

But despite all the complaints, the warriors who were selected into this team to shoulder the heavy responsibility of stopping the greenskins from escaping could understand that the reason why Saint Diakum had to fight at full power was to allow them to conserve as much energy as possible to deal with the decisive battle with the Demon Blood Orcs.

According to the reconnaissance of the Crowmen, the number of greenskins gathered in the fortress deep in the jungle has exceeded 400,000, not including the hard labor. After Orgrim became the chief of the greenskins, his first order was to ask the war tribes to abandon all occupied territories and retreat to the fortress for defense.

It has become a true "greenskin city".

If the Alliance of K'ure really destroyed the "World Gate" they used to escape, it would mean that the greenskins would have to fight the warriors in the jungle in the largest decisive battle in Draenor's history. Faced with such a situation, the warriors really should not waste their energy on these lower-level demons.

The Sentinels and Lightforged Veterans' "Demon Slayer Special Attack" against demons is enough to ensure that they are in the best condition.

"If they knew that the Saint was still in a 'weak' state, they would be absolutely shocked."

Yrel, who set out to follow Diakam's rapid assault, touched the radiant holy pattern on his arm and said to Maraad on the other side:
"You didn't see the scene on the night of the Battle of Shattrath City when he transformed into a giant of light and duelled with Lord Kazzak. I feel that in that form, the saint could single-handedly wipe out all the demons and orcs in this jungle."

"You are wrong, Yrel."

After being Lightforged, Maraad rarely showed any excessive enthusiasm. Instead, he became more calm and more like his father.

Facing Yrel's sigh, the Legendary Guardian shook his head and said:
"When the Sentinel awakened in Draenor, he actually had the ability to lead the thousand-year-old veterans of the Hand of Argus to carry out a decapitation operation against the Blackhand Chieftain, who had not yet drunk the demon blood.

This is what he said when he captured Ner'zhul.

I believe that Commander Diakham would not joke about such things.

But why did he go so far as to eliminate the warring tribes in a more direct way?
Why did he have to travel all over Draenor so hard and act as a messenger to unite all the races in the world? You and I have experienced this process, and you and I both know how the Alliance of K'ure was established.

You and I experienced how the races with different grievances in the world of Draenor were united.

I believe that the current Sentinels can wipe out the entire Tanaan Jungle with a single blow, so does the Alliance of K'urak have any meaning?"

"How can this be?"

Yrel snorted and said:
"Even if the Sentinels beheaded Chieftain Blackhand and dispersed the Horde the moment they woke up, the conflict between the Draenei and the Orcs would not disappear. A second or third Chieftain Blackhand and Gul'dan would appear and continue to incite the Orcs to become our enemies.

If this continues, the war will never stop unless the orcs or we are wiped out.

But even if we kill all the orcs, will the draenei be able to live safely in Draenor?

Ogres, raven men, and forest elves all have their own racial aspirations. After we kill all the orcs, we have to kill them all again until only the draenei are left in this world. Only then can our people live here for a long time without being threatened.

But without them, there is still the Burning Legion!
No matter how powerful the Vigilantes are, they cannot destroy the Twisting Nether. I know what you mean, Maraad. The Vigilantes have never been fighting against the Felblood Orcs or the Burning Legion. Those are just appearances.

What he has to fight against is fate!

The Alliance of K'ure exists for this very purpose.

Individual bravery can bring victory in a war, but group unity can protect more important things in the long run.

He is a saint who survived the Argus era and he understands this principle better than anyone else."

"This world survived because of him! Other worlds will survive because of this world. The Alliance of K'ure has formed an army, and the Vigilantes will lead us to other worlds in need."

Maraad saw another demon camp appearing ahead, and he put on his crystal-forged helmet and whispered:
Commander Diak'um failed to save Argus. He placed his sorrow and loss on Draenor. He saved Draenor, preventing the world from falling into a purgatory of conflict and self-destruction.

We should learn from him, not to fall into the destructive temptation of power but to use it to achieve greater things.

I have a feeling the Saint won't be staying in Draenor for much longer.

The Holy Light is calling him to where he is more needed, so he is so furious today. He wants to finish what he must do before leaving."

"Huh? Do you feel the same way?"

As he rode the Spirit Dragon and learned the Sentinels' charge tactics, transforming into a shining meteor and smashing into the Forge Camp on the ground, Yrel exclaimed:

"I thought I was the only one who felt this way. Could this be the bond between the Lightforged?"

Maraad didn't answer the silly, childish question. Bonds? No, the complex relationship between them and Commander Diakum was beyond the scope of the word.

Under the attack of the Holy Judge's light cannon that bloomed when he landed, the Lightforged One swung the Hammer of Naaru and broke out from the dazzling holy flames. Behind him, "holy light meteors" smashed into the camp.

The demons roared as they faced the enemy, but they knew that they were about to face a tragic fate.

But think on the bright side, at least the Lightforged in front of them will not grind them to ashes like the "Holy Light Butcher".

Diakum did not do it himself this time.

He left the Lightforged veterans to deal with the demon forge camp, and flew to the jungle ahead on his Sunwing. The Alliance of K'ure needed to establish a temporary stronghold nearby to facilitate the ogre wizards and shamans to teleport more warriors here and prepare to form a position to besiege the greenskins.

But he soon sensed a familiar presence in the forest below, and the Sun Wings carried him down.

In a cave, Diakum saw the wandering swordsman Lantreso, whom he had not seen for a long time. This guy was resting here with the tattered Fire Blade Banner on his back. There were piles of demon heads beside him, and a bloody sword was stuck next to him.

"The Burning Blade Masters have withdrawn. This jungle is too dangerous to be alive. Why are you still hunting here?"

He frowned and asked:

"You look like you've just been through a chase?"

"You've come just in time. I have some news to tell you!"

The injured Lantresor stood up and said in a serious tone:

"Orgrim and the greenskin chieftains have just defeated the great demon of the Seat of Glory! They had Gul'dan enslave the eredar demon lord, who looked very similar to you, through evil means and took her to a strange place.

It is guarded by Nazgrel of the Blackscar clan, and dragons of the Dragonmaw clan also patrol and guard the area.

I didn't risk getting too close, but I guessed they were planning to do something dangerous with that big demon, perhaps to create even more ferocious demon-blooded orcs.

I have personally witnessed the Laughing Skull and Bone-Gnawing Greenskins drink the devil's blood for a second time in order to gain greater strength. They turned into crimson monsters with bone spurs all over their bodies, making them very difficult to deal with.

But anyway, my swordsmanship is better."

"They enslaved the Archdemon?"

Diakum narrowed his eyes, and after a moment's thought, he shook his head and said:
"They're planning to use the Archdemon as an 'energy battery' to force open the Dark Portal! Have you been near that area? How's the construction of that gate going?"

"It's just a pedestal! I can see tens of thousands of tribal laborers working hard to build it. They've just put up the two gateposts, but they're doing a very crude job."

Lantresor gestured with his hand and said:

"It's huge and can be seen from a distance, but the warlocks cast a spell to make it difficult to detect. What is the 'Dark Portal' for?"

"Opens the door to another world."

The Vigilant replied:

"The greenskins are trying to escape, faster than we imagined. With the Archdemon as their energy source, they don't need to use large numbers of sacrifices to trigger the gathering of fel energy. This Orgrim is truly a 'talent'.

But to open a door across the starry sea, the energy of a big demon is not enough, and draining it is not enough for the entire greenskin tribe to escape. They still need some time to perfect it.

Ansu, you

He called out to Ansu, intending to ask it to deliver the letter, but then he remembered that old Ansu had been seriously injured while saving him from Kazzak's self-explosion, and was still recuperating in the Spires of Arak.

Alas, I owed Lovestruck Crow another favor. "I need you to go to Shadowmoon Valley."

He turned around and said to the Wandering Sword Saint:
"The Wizard Sovereign and the Claw King have already built an offensive platform on the coast near the Karabor Temple. Go there and tell them the exact coordinates of the door. Inform them that once the Breath of Rukhmar is assembled, do not hesitate to launch a solar bombardment at that location!"

"Okay, I'll leave right away."

Lantresor knew the situation was critical and no longer hesitated. Diakum lent him his Sunwing, the fastest mount in all of Draenor, which was enough to ensure the swift and smooth transmission of information.

After watching the Sword Master leave, Diakum was about to go back to the area to reunite with his warriors. However, he did not expect that as soon as he walked out of the dark cave, he saw an unexpected guy blocking his way.

The man was wearing a tattered hood that concealed his torso, but his already poor hiding skills were betrayed by the weapon in his hand.

That was a weapon known to orcs throughout Draenor.

Hand of Darkness!

"Black Hand? What are you doing here?"

Diakum drew out the Ashbringer and held it in his hand. He looked at the black hand before him and said:
"Orgrim spared your life in Mak'gora. Now you should find a place where no one can find you, dig a hole, bury yourself, and pray we don't find you. Or are you tired of living without power and ready to sit on the Judgment Seat in Shattrath?"

"Without further ado!"

Blackhand yanked his hood back.

The black stone plate armor on his body was tattered, but the exposed skin was covered with wolf spirit tattoos.

Those tattoos combined together formed a very special "tattoo", making Black Hand look more like a fanatic than a warrior.

His big, shiny head was covered with them.

This was actually the first real meeting between the two, but they had already formed a grudge before they met in person.

The great chief, who had lost his power and status, clutched his war hammer and stared at Diakum. His blood-red eyes were filled with anger, dissatisfaction and resentment. Amid the howling of wolves in the dark forest, the wolves of Lycanthos also strolled out.

It seemed that they surrounded Diakam, but in fact, Black Hand knew very well that it was the holy light monster in front of him that surrounded them alone.

It's a pity that I didn't care about life or death before I decided to come
"I am not here as the Great Chieftain, Diakum Zastins. I hate that traitor Orgrim. If I could, I would definitely twist his head off with my own hands! But he asked me to do what an orc chieftain should do, and I couldn't refuse."

Blackhand said loudly:
"The Black Wolf God has also given me this mission! I know why you and your Holy Light Wolf Pack came here in such a hurry, but I cannot allow you to massacre my people."

"That's not what you said when you formed the War Horde and planned to conquer and bloodbath the Draenei and the world."

The Vigilant sneered:

"You intended to do it, you have done it, and if I had not resolved to take up the challenge and change the fate of this world myself, Draenor would be a river of blood by now.

you!
How can you, a guy without any honor who has led your people into the abyss, have the qualifications to speak nonsense in front of me!
Do you remember to protect your people now?
I thought you were prepared to die and your clan be wiped out the night you decided to start the war.

Since you are here, don't leave.

I said I would send every greenskin who drank the blood of the devil to where they should go. Before the war of genocide begins, using you as a sacrifice is the best choice. You followed Lantresor here to prevent him from sending the news of the Dark Portal?
You want to delay me and buy the orcs a little time."

Diakum's fingers slid across the Ashbringer's repaired, but still chipped, blade, igniting white holy flames on the blade's edge as he raised the blade in front of him.

"How long can you hold me back? Come on, try."

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"Can you start it now?"

The fully armed Orgrim, leaning on his Doomhammer, looked at the eredar archdemon before him, who was being enslaved by Gul'dan and other warlocks and entering into a ritual of draining. He asked anxiously, his voice deep and solemn:
"The power source you need has arrived, Gul'dan. Activate this gate now! It will take time for so many of our people to cross it, but the Alliance of K'ure will not give us more time.

The trees have come alive, the vanguard of the Alliance of K'ure, and they're killing our warriors in our fortress with animated tables and chairs.

Even the food is filled with poison!"

"That's not enough, Chief."

Gul'dan was forced into a corner. Under the cold gaze of a group of chiefs, he spread his hands and said:
"This great demon can only break through the boundary between the two worlds. To form a stable fel energy portal, more energy is needed. Please wait a moment, the fel energy well will be ready soon.

Three days!

Three days at most."

"boom"

A sharp swordsman's blade suddenly appeared on Gul'dan's neck. The green-skinned female swordsman Azuka Bladefury standing next to Orgrim said coldly:

"Are you deaf? The Great Chief told you to open this door immediately! Three days? Don't you see the light rain falling from the distant sky? Diakum and his Holy Light Wolves are coming to bite us to death!
At their irrational pace, they'll reach the fortress by midnight at the latest. I don't think that blue-skinned saint will give us that much time."

"It's no use urging me!"

Gul'dan is also playing tricks now.

He was sure these guys needed him to open the door, so he snorted and said:
"According to my plan, the Dark Portal will take at least several months to slowly adjust, but you insist on me helping you get it done within seven days. I'm just a warlock! I'm not your Wolf God!"

"boom"

Such a disrespectful attitude made Nazgrel, who had long disliked Gul'dan, punch the guy in the face, knocking Gul'dan to the ground. The grimoire on his waist also fell out, and a violet raven emblem fell at Orgrim's feet with a clang.

This thing was obviously not made by Draenor, so the chief narrowed his eyes. In his ears, the reminder of the "new Loa" Lycanthos rang out:

"Hold it! Bypass Gul'dan and speak directly to the contact on Azeroth. The connection between the two worlds has been opened. Gul'dan is no longer useful. Deal with him!"

"Zuluhed! Do what you must do."

The chief picked up the raven emblem on the ground and waved his hand.

As Gul'dan struggled in shock and anger, he saw Zuluhed holding out another set of materials for the Draining Ritual, which made Gul'dan immediately realize what Orgrim was going to do.

This is like killing the donkey after it has served its purpose!

This bastard chief had no intention of letting himself survive. He wanted to leave himself to the Alliance of K'ure! He wanted to leave himself to the terrifying Diak'um!

Blanch!
You might as well just kill me.

Gul'dan wanted to curse, but Nazgrel grabbed the rope and blocked his mouth. He was dragged by the Saurfang brothers and thrown into the activated extraction ceremony while whimpering.

A great demon, a magic-forged ancestor warlock, and the demon captives who were constantly being killed by the demon-blooded orcs in sacrificial rituals. The concentration of fel energy here soared almost instantly. The center of the Dark Portal, which had just been built with a base and only two rough pillars standing, also began to roll with a disordered vortex of fel energy.

Orgrim stood in front of the barely activated Dark Portal, holding the Raven Emblem. Following the instructions of the wolf spirit, he used his spirit to try to contact "helpers" from another world.

After calling for several minutes, a voice finally responded to him.

"How come it's so fast? Are the orc laborers so efficient?"

The voice spoke a language that Orgrim could not understand, but his mind could understand what the other party meant.

The warchief quickly explained what happened in Draenor, and the other party laughed:

"You are weaker than I thought, but it's not your fault. The Holy Light Force sent a being like Diak'um to change the fate of Draenor. How can you, a mere clan civilization, defeat him?
But honest Gul'dan did not deceive you, Warchief.

Your Dark Portal isn't even complete yet. If you've read the Dalaran Basic Teleportation Compendium, you'll know that such a teleportation ritual won't work."

"but."

"Don't worry, I'm talking about general situations. Luckily, you met me. I've already passed the stage where I needed to cast spells meticulously according to the textbook. Give me three hours to prepare."

Medivh said gently:
"For the sake of my friends from another world who are in trouble, I need to use some 'forbidden power'.

However, the Dark Portal has not been built yet and cannot provide continuous teleportation for a long time. You don't have time to escape, so cram your most elite warriors into your city, the more the better!

I will try to bring you all here at once."

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(End of this chapter)