Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 78: 33. The Bigger and Greener Greenskin and Waaaagh Are Finally Coming!

(Additional update for brother “Huo Zheng Ting Hao” [1/10])
Ner'zhul's speech sounds grand, but if you look closely you will find that this old orc is quite cunning.

He put restrictive qualifiers in all his promises, saying that the Draenei were welcome to consider Draenor their home, but only if they were children born here, that is, native young people like Yrel.

This ethnic group is very small in number. Given the Draenei's pitiful reproduction rate, this group is estimated to account for less than one-tenth of the current clan.

This means that even if there are Draenei who are willing to stay in the world of Draenor for a long time, their number will not exceed 20,000, and the poor breeding habits of the immortal species will keep this number at this embarrassing level in the long run.

Twenty thousand Draenei are not even enough to support daily activities in a large city like the Temple of Karabor.

For the orcs, there was no psychological pressure at all to accept such a long-lived and infrequently-born ethnic civilization as a part of Draenor.

Although they are a clan-based civilization, they have a large number of people and are the most powerful race in Draenor. Moreover, the orcs' reproductive habits are the same as those of humans. They are basically in a state of "permanent estrus" all year round. The speed at which they give birth to children is unimaginable for the "pure and abstinent" Draenei.

In short, what the old orc meant was that the orcs and the draenei could indeed maintain a long-term peace, provided that the promises made by Velen and Diakum came into effect!

That is, most of the Draenei will leave Draenor in the future and return to their homeland of Argus to reclaim their heritage.

No matter what the consuls think, at least for Viren and Dick, there is basically no room for negotiation on this matter!
Both of them are people who have signed a contract with the Soul of the World. Their personal morality and their responsibility to their race and hometown will never allow them to abandon their suffering hometown and hide in other worlds to enjoy their old age.

But unifying thoughts is always difficult.

Especially now that signs of "separatism" have emerged, the fact that Ossar can persuade so many young people to follow him shows that the World Oath no longer has much binding force on the Draenei people today.

This is also what Dick is worried about.

He must find a way to reawaken the Heart of Argus in the hands of the people, make the world artifact gain more value than just a souvenir, and reactivate the forgotten world oath, just as he said more than 20,000 years ago, so that this torch can guide the exiles not to get lost in the long dark night.

"I must go to Auchindoun."

In the council hall, when Ner'zhul described the truth behind the establishment of the tribe to the archons from the orcs' perspective, Dick, sitting in his seat, made up his mind.

That sacred cemetery stores the fragments of the Star Soul's will that have not yet been inherited by the young people. He must ensure that those treasures are not taken away by the demons. He must also find a way to bring the currently "confused and fragile" Draenei back to the morale of the "demon slayer warriors".

In fact, in the official history of the Dark Portal, the brutal massacre that the Draenei suffered in the world of Draenor was not only due to the orcs' lack of martial ethics, but the bigger reason might be that there was a problem with their internal thinking.

The proliferation of traitors proved that the ideological changes of the Draenei at this stage had exceeded the limits of what old Velen could control. In addition, the old prophet temporarily lost his prophetic ability due to a serious injury, which made him timid in doing things.

The fact that the Draenei were almost exterminated in official history cannot be entirely attributed to Velen's "weakness".

Even if Velen fought back strongly against the orcs' war intentions, there were traitors like Ossar who were obstructing him. No matter how determined the Great Prophet was, he could not fight against the entire Demon-Blooded Orc Tribe alone.

To put it bluntly, if people's morale is low, it will be difficult to lead the team.

The Draenei were exhausted physically and mentally after 25,000 years of exile. The downing of the Genedar and the death of the three guardian naaru dealt a heavy blow to their racial confidence. The loss of the guidance of the Holy Light made them conservative and closed, and their hearts became fragile. As a result, a series of blows directly led to the two massacres of Karabor Temple and Shattrath City. After that, only one in ten Draenei survived and they never recovered.

It was not until the world of Draenor where they were hiding was completely shattered by Ner'zhul's willful behavior, leaving them with nowhere to hide, that the Draenei truly realized that for exiles like them, there was no such thing as an illusion of peace!

After they regained their spirits at that time, they followed old Velen to take the risk and seize the Exodar spaceship to escape to Azeroth. They eventually became part of the destiny of Azeroth and embarked on the right path to retake Argus.

In official history, the price the Draenei paid for awakening from their collective confusion was the massacre of nearly four-fifths of their people. What would have happened even if they had recaptured Argus with the assistance of the Legion of Light and millions of great lords?

The combined number of Guangde and Cunde is less than 100,000, which is totally insufficient to rebuild civilization.

Even if a Manari like the "Repentant" joined them, they would not be able to continue civilization. The Manari are a demonic race! That is an irreversible transformation of life. Under the influence of fel energy, it is impossible for the union of Manari and Draenei to produce children.

Therefore, in the official history, retaking the world of Argus is the last highlight of the Draenei as a race, and the ultimate decline and extinction of this ethnic group is an irreversible outcome.

That was the tragic outcome Dick was trying to avoid, and up until this point he had done a good job of it.

The Eredar gathering areas in the starry sea still exist under the protection of the Legion of Light. Currently, the number of Eredar in the stars is still maintained at the tens of millions. As long as they can retake Argus and purify the pollution of their hometown, they can return to their hometown and rebuild civilization!
Velen was well aware of this.

So although the old prophet has temporarily lost his prophetic ability, he is definitely much more determined than the timid one in the official history.

His respect for Dick also stems from this point. The Great Prophet knew very well that it was Diakum's series of operations in the decisive battle of Argus that gave the Eredar the possibility and hope of survival.

He is the savior of the race!
This achievement alone is enough for Old Viren to regard Dick as a truly trustworthy "saint".

What is even more rare is that Diakum, this saint, has very positive values.

At least when facing the threat of orcs, he, who should have been a punisher, appeared very rational. He rescued Ner'zhul and provided a partner for Velen's peace initiative. This means that Dick does not intend to use brutal war to solve all problems in a "one-size-fits-all" way.

That's good.

The future of the race should be placed in the hands of such people.

Therefore, when Dick was thinking deeply about how to unite his people, the old prophet was also quietly observing him. Finally, he seemed to have made up his mind. He felt that he should find time to meet with Hatton, who had been stationed in the Talado area.

I think that the tough old ram Hatton would also expect his children to achieve greater achievements, right?

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While the Draenei were holding a meeting, the orcs were also busy.

In the Nataran Jungle across the strait from Shadowmoon Valley, in the huge fortress that was about to be completed, Gul'dan, who had just returned, received an order from the Warchief to summon him.

This made the exhausted Gul'dan very unhappy.

He didn't even need to use his evil mind to think, he knew why the reckless man Black Hand was calling him so anxiously, but that was the puppet he had personally helped to ascend to power, so naturally he had to deal with it well.

He ordered his servants to bring some carefully prepared things and go to meet the Great Chief. Walking in this huge stone fortress which was still under construction, Gul'dan could see slaves of various races working on the unfinished walls.

Shackled, burly ogres made up the majority, but nimble Khajiit and winged Crowman slaves also did the work.

There should have been more Draenei slaves here, but unfortunately the war to attack Shadowmoon Valley failed, resulting in not bringing back enough slaves, which slowed down the construction of the fortress.

"As far as I remember, there should still be laborers from the Blackrock Clan here."

Gul'dan asked casually while leaning on his bone staff:

"Why aren't they there now? Without the hard labor to do the delicate work, how could the city walls be repaired with only ogres?"

"The clan's laborers have been summoned for training by the chieftain."

The chieftain's guard who led Gul'dan said casually:

"The Great Chief believes that orc warriors should be fully prepared for war. Even incompetent laborers must receive adequate training. As for the city walls, you don't have to worry about them.

Although these ogres are Bladespire ogres captured by the Frostwolf Clan and the Thunder King Clan from Frostfire Ridge, we also have high-level ogre wizards from Highmaul. Those guys are very smart, you know, they are even the smartest group of big guys in the world.

In order to avoid being abused, the ogre wizards were happy to lead the Blade Tower ogres in repairing the city walls."

"Well, the chief really loves his people like his own children."

Gul'dan sighed:

"With the slaves of other tribes available, our laborers also have the opportunity to pursue glory. Those laborers should be grateful from the bottom of their hearts. They can now qualify as warriors without being whipped.

But if you are just a laborer with mediocre talent, it is very difficult to become a warrior that the chief needs. A rotten wood is a rotten wood, no matter how hard you try, it is difficult to become a useful person.

The First Warlock narrowed his eyes, his red eyeballs rolled around a few times, and then he laughed strangely and said:
"I have a 'gift' for the chief. Could you please help me pick out some laborers?"

"Oh, of course you have to send gifts to please the Warchief, Gul'dan. Your foolish failure in Shadowmoon Valley has been the hottest topic in the fortress these days. Even those whipped arakkoa laugh at your stupidity, and the ogre wizards privately comment that the Shadow Council has great ambitions, but first they lost to that weird blue-skinned saint, and then they lost in the attack on Karabor Temple that you claimed was a sure win. Who will they lose to next?

A spineless iguana man?

This is really shameless!"

The chieftain's guard sneered and said:
"Chief Blackhand is furious. You know, he hates all forms of failure, but we still have high hopes for you. So, what kind of hard labor do you need? The kind that's tough?"
I can arrange it!"

"No, I need four of the weakest, most incompetent, and most useless cowards. I will prove to the Warchief myself that I will become the tribe's 'coward killer'!"

Gul'dan didn't care about the sarcasm of the chief's guards. He made a joke casually, straightened his appearance on the way to the clan hall where the great chief was, put a submissive smile on his fierce face, and then limped in with his bone staff.

Then, he heard Chief Blackhand scolding his two sons for being useless!

That's Red and Maim.

They are the best among the young warriors of the Blackrock Clan. They were all born in the wilderness of Gorgrond, in the most famous elemental forge of the Blackrock Clan. They inherited the strength and tough style of Chieftain Blackhand.

They are still very young and have great prestige among young people, but Blackhand is a very traditional orc father, and he is often dissatisfied with his son's "weakness".

Especially this time when they were sent to take over the territory of the Bleeding Ring Clan, the two young men were driven out before they even set foot in the Bleeding Ring Highlands.

"Kilrogg is dead! The pillar of the Bleeding Hollow clan is gone. I've already told you that the weak Deadeye allowed his henchmen to escape with his children and the young men of the Bleeding Hollow clan. Only a group of confused warriors without a leader are left. But that's it!
Don't you two dare to fight them?" The Blackhand Chieftain, who was sitting on the stone throne of the clan king, roared angrily:
"What's so hard about this? Charge into their high ground, throw down the Blackrock Clan's banner, and fight Mak'gora with every Bleeding Hollow warrior who disobeys you, until you crush the head of the last Bleeding Hollow orc who dares to challenge you in endless battle!
This is how I conquered the Blackrock Clan, but my sons, my bloodbones, couldn't even take down the half-crippled Bleeding Hollow Clan.

You two idiots!

You are not worthy to wear the armor bearing the Blackrock clan crest, much less to call yourself my son!"

The two young men's cheeks turned red from being scolded.

Their brown faces were filled with shame, but Blackhand actually chose to ignore part of the truth. Apart from failing to capture Bleeding Hollow Rise, his two sons had also captured and occupied all other strongholds of the Bleeding Hollow Clan in the Nataan Jungle.

From this point of view, Red and Maim's performance can definitely not be described as "bad".

But this is the "father style" of traditional old orcs. He believes that appropriate pressure can be a whip to whip the children's spirit, which can help them better inspire courage.

However, the mess of the Bleeding Hollow Clan did need someone to deal with it. Just as Blackhand was thinking, an armored female orc standing next to the two young men stepped forward, leaning on her warhammer and shouting:
"Father! Please give me this task. I will prove to you that I am stronger and braver than my two incompetent brothers!"

"Shut up! Griselda, this is the clan hall. You have no right to speak here."

The chief waved his hand impatiently, not intending to let his daughter participate in discussions related to tribal affairs.

This is obviously one of the traditional ways of old orcs.

The Blackrock Clan had no precedent of having a woman become chief. In fact, most clans had no such precedent.

For orcs who worship power, the best way out for women is to become a noble shaman. Of course, after Gul'dan promoted the way of the warlock, women of the Blackrock clan can also choose to become powerful warlocks.

The powerful and brave Griselda Blackhand, the daughter of Chief Blackrock, who had actively sought battle but was ignored, had a blank expression on her face.

She was not disappointed. After all, since she was a child, she had always been a vassal of her two brothers in her father's eyes. Such rejection and neglect had long become a part of her life.

But the relationship between the three siblings is still very good.

Although Red and Maim were rude and wild, they would not allow others to bully their sister. Therefore, Griselda was well protected by her two brothers since she was a child, and occasionally they were whipped by their father together.

But in terms of talent, Griselda might even be better than Red and Maim.

She is truly an outstanding female warrior, and is regarded by the elders of her tribe as a future orc heroine who will become as outstanding as Lady Draka, the "Frostwolf Matron".

"Orgrim, my subordinate, take Doomhammer and go!"

Chieftain Blackhand ultimately made the decision.

The legendary orc, who sat on the throne of the clan king and possessed a giant black fist that had been burned by lava but had not weakened but instead became even stronger, waved his hand and said to the adjutant standing beside him:

"Deal with the problems left by the Bleeding Hollow Clan and replenish my tribe with enough warriors! By the way, convey my orders to Eitrigg and have that wise warlord go to Frostfire Ridge and bring my orders to the White Claw, Frostwolf, and Thunderlord clans!

Ask Zagrel, Durotan, and Fenris for me.

They have pledged to join the Horde, but why haven't I seen any Frostwolf shamans, White Claw warriors, or Thunderlord wolfriders in my fortress? Without such powerful warriors, how can I launch a devastating attack on the blueskins?

Have Eitrigg ask the three chieftains for me!

Is the selfish interests of their clan more important, or the future of the entire orc race?"

"As you command, Warchief."

The tall orc lieutenant responded silently, but before he left, Blackhand's daughter Griselda spoke again:

"Father, you do not allow me to participate in the affairs of the Horde, but I can at least contribute to your great cause in diplomatic affairs. Please allow me to follow Warlords Orgrim and Eitrigg to Frostfire Ridge.

If anyone disobeys your orders, I can make them truly feel the wrath of the Black Hand!"

"Um"

Chieftain Blackhand hesitated.

He looked at his strong daughter, and after a moment, he nodded and said:

"Go ahead, do your job well and don't bring shame to the clan. Also, those young talents I mentioned to you last time..."

"But even together they can't beat me, father. Stop letting them embarrass me."

Griselda cried out:

"How could a daughter of the Blackrock clan accept such a weak partner?"

"You're making me so angry! Go away, don't stay here and bother me."

The chief slapped the throne and cursed, telling Orgrim to take his daughter and leave immediately. Rend and Maim, who were scolded, also left. Only then did Gul'dan speak:
"Great Chief, I have betrayed your trust. I failed to capture the Temple of Karabor for you as I promised. I will not defend myself, but I have found a way to redeem myself. I heard that you are troubled by the weakness of the laborers?"

"Heh, you still know you've failed, Gul'dan."

The chief sneered and said:
"But you seem to be hiding something. Where is Ner'zhul? Why didn't your mentor come with you? We'll talk about the hard labor later. Tell me! Where did Ner'zhul go? And at whose hands did Kilrogg Deadeye die?"

"Ner'zhul. He has rebelled!

"That weak old bastard was defeated by the Draenei Saint Sentinel, and fearing the power of the Light, he chose to fawn on the enemy. He will definitely become a target for that cunning saint to split the tribe and attract those weak clan chieftains to alienate you."

Gul'dan said with a look of regret:
"As for Chief Kilrogg, he fulfilled his honor by assassinating the damned saint. Unfortunately, he was no match for the Vigilante and died in the unfair Mak'gora.

I must explain all this to you.

The war situation has changed. With the awakening of the Vigilant, the Draenei may turn to war even faster. I heard that saint led the ancestors of the Draenei to defeat a terrible enemy 25,000 years ago. That means you will also face the challenge of an ancient alien hero.

"Twenty-five thousand years?"

Chief Blackhand rubbed his chin with his exaggeratedly strong fingers and said:
"It's been an unimaginably long time. A weak Eternal Prophet is already difficult to deal with, and now there's a radical war commander. Tsk tsk, the blueskins are in luck, but precisely because of this, defeating them will be even more glorious.

If it's just a smooth, incompetent victory, it won't demonstrate my supreme authority as the Great Chief."

"Yes, you are absolutely right. That is why I, a humble person, offer you this gift."

Gul'dan quickly said:
"Over the past few years, I have been trying to use external objects to strengthen our orc warriors. It was with the help of Chief Kilrogg that I finally found the external reinforcement that best suits the orcs' physique. I respectfully present it to you, Chieftain.

Such medicine can definitely transform even the weakest laborer into a powerful warrior overnight."

"Really? I don't believe it!"

Black Hand grinned and said:
"You, a cunning warlock, are surely playing some foolish trick to escape disastrous punishment. Because of your ridiculous failure, I will be incorporating your plundering clan into the army under my direct command."

"Of course, of course, that's the power you gave me, you can certainly take it back."

Gul'dan said without hesitation:
"But I must clarify to you that what I have brought you is the real power of war. The weak laborers handpicked by your guards are right outside. Please allow me to demonstrate the power of this 'Blood Rage Potion' to you in person.

If I can't satisfy you, you can take away not only my clan but even my head!
I will never resist."

"Ok?"

Such an astonishing bet made Black Hand narrow his eyes.

This great chief is a tactical genius, a powerful legendary warrior, an autocratic leader, and a tyrant with an overwhelming desire for power. He cares very much about whether others respect him, and has an almost obsessive pursuit of victory.

He is very self-centered, and because of this, Gul'dan sees him as a perfect puppet.

Selfish people cannot listen to other people's opinions. They only see their own goals. Once Gul'dan has a firm grasp of his pulse, he will have countless ways to make Chieftain Blackhand become the spokesperson for himself and the Shadow Council.

From the current perspective, he chose the perfect puppet.

As Gul'dan watched with a flattering face but calm eyes, Chieftain Blackhand, who was working hard to win, finally took the bait. Each clan had a huge number of laborers, and if these weak guys could be turned into qualified warriors, then the tribe would have an almost infinite source of manpower.

Therefore, the Warchief leaned on the seat of the Clan King with a hint of anticipation, waved to Gul'dan and said:
"Send the peons in and prepare your potions, Gul'dan. This is your last chance to prove your worth!"

"Of course, I'm ready."

Gul'dan asked his warlock servant to take out the strange green liquid, and he said:
"And the alien saint who interfered with your victory, I assure you that I have arranged everything, just like the perfect preparations before a hunt. The Draenei saint who thought the Holy Light could save everything will eventually drown in his own blood.

His presence will not continue to interfere with your conquests!

I promise you that.”

(End of this chapter)