Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 92: 47. Another big kick from fate almost kicked the saint away [50/50]

(Additional update for brother "Nan Zhi Yan Feng" [5/5])
"Why did those black wolves suddenly disappear? This doesn't make sense! They weren't just a few dozen ghost wolves. From what we saw on the battlefield, the size of the wolf pack must have been at least several thousand or even tens of thousands.

Such a terrifying group of beasts should leave traces wherever they go, but the rangers did not find any trace of those magic wolves in the entire Talador.

Uncle Diakham, do you think this means..."

Leylan's questioning made Diakum, who was admiring the scenery of Nagrand Grassland, shake his head. The Vigilant Saint pulled the reins of the Talbuk sheep. He closed his eyes as if thinking of someone, recalling the scenery of Krokuun Grassland, and whispered:

“That’s no ordinary wolf pack, Rylan.

That was a herd of killers. Walking in dreams was their unique ability. For the ghost wolves, food from the material world was not necessary. In fact, they had already degenerated into half-demon-like creatures.

They prefer the taste of souls to flesh and blood.

As for where the Slayer and its wolves are hiding, I actually have a pretty bad guess, but it will take time to prove it.

But in the short term, you don't need to worry about facing the threat of ghost wolves anymore. They will appear at an appropriate time, and hopefully we will be ready to resist them by then."

"You should have been more blunt."

Leland complained somewhat dissatisfiedly:

"Instead of speaking these important messages in riddles like a prophet, I understand that old men like to speak this way to show their wisdom and life experience.
Uh, don't glare at me, uncle, can't I change the subject?

Do you really think leaving my brother in Talador was the right decision? Didn't he receive his healing and the Heart of Argus pendant from you? He and the Eredars could have come with us.

"They're both injured and need to rest. I don't agree with soldiers marching with injuries. It will leave troublesome hidden injuries on their bodies, which will directly affect their talents and potential in the future."

Dick explained:
"Besides, I didn't say that Maraad and Eredars would stay in Talador to enjoy themselves. They only have three days of rest before they head to the Spires of Arak to carry out a special mission according to the instructions I left behind.

In my plan, the responsibilities they will shoulder will not be easy, at least not easier than the work we are about to accomplish."

"You wish to unite the arakkoa forces in Spires of Arak?"

Shaman Nobundo, who was galloping with Dick across the Nagrand steppes, asked:

"Just as your most important goal in Nagrand is to save the Gorian Ogre Empire from the brink of extinction? Do you think those arakkoa who are so arrogant as to call themselves 'Children of the Sun' can become our allies?"

"Well, I think it's okay."

Dick nodded and said:
"But I've also heard from my tribe about the twists and turns we've experienced in dealing with the Crow People over the past two hundred years. So if the high-ranking Crow People on Sky-reaching Peak are unwilling to 'condescend' to form an alliance with us land races, we still have the fallen Crow People hiding in the lower-level Crow Nests as a backup.

Compared to the arrogant and disgusting high-level crowmen, the fallen crowmen, although dark and sinister in style, at least have a set of basic "diplomatic etiquette", unlike the high-level crowmen who have low IQ and are extremely annoying.

They tried to drop our envoy to his death from a great height, apparently mistaking our courtesy for weakness.

To be honest, it's only because the Draenei are now threatened by the orcs that this foolish behavior would be enough to provoke my wrath and make me personally take my warhammer to Skyreach."

The Sentinel's angry response made Nobundo nod, while Yrel on the other side muttered:
"They don't just do this to us Draenei. When I was in Amberley Village, I heard some pilgrims traveling back and forth describe that those high-ranking arakkoa would take this kind of countermeasure of 'throwing to death' or 'burning to death' against anyone who entered their territory without permission.

They stubbornly believe that only the Ravenclaws are the only and legitimate masters of the world of Draenor.

They look down on all creatures except the Crow People, and they even look down on their own compatriots.

I heard that every caste in their society treats lower castes like slaves, and any resistance will be thrown from Peak Tong into the Cursed Pool, turning the gorgeous high-level arakkoa into ugly, fallen arakkoa.

This went on for thousands of years, forcing the number of fallen crowmen to far exceed the total number of high-level crowmen. They had created a "big daddy" full of resentment for themselves and they still refused to repent.

Those guys are really beyond saving!
They are much worse than orcs. At least orcs know how to protect their own people."

"Indeed, I also believe that if we leave them alone, it's only a matter of time before the high-ranking Crowmen bring about their own demise. According to my calculations, their demise will take no more than five hundred years, just the blink of an eye."

As a spellcaster and scholar, Lelan is well-informed on matters concerning the arakkoa.

Telmor, where she had lived for the past two hundred years, was the border city closest to the arakkoa territory within the Draenei's sphere of influence. Therefore, she knew a lot about the culture of the arakkoa. She explained to Uncle Dick, whom she regarded as an elder:
"But we can't underestimate the strength of the Crow People, Uncle Diakum, especially the 'ancient weapons' they hide in Tongtian Peak. I once saw the Crow People use a strange lens device to draw down the 'sunfire' and burn a ferocious primitive thorn beast to death.
Well, you have only been awake for a short time, so you may not know what the primitive thorn beast is.

That is”

"I know, Leland. You don't have to think of me as a stubborn, rigid old man who is obviously stupid but refuses to admit it."

Dick sighed and said:
"Archbishop Naili lent me her diary of her exploration of Draenor. Reading it these days has given me a lot of understanding of the customs and practices of this world.

I even knew about the three-thousand-year-old feud between the Crowmen and the Forest Elves, and that the original 'wizard heritage' of the Gorian Ogre Empire came from the teachings of the Crowmen's sun priests. Of course, these things happened before the orc civilization took shape.

Even an orc as wise as Ner'zhul knew only legends of it."

"This is normal. The history of short-lived species records often accumulates small errors that eventually become completely distorted."

Leland nodded in agreement and said:

"At least the records I read from the ruins of the ancient Ogre Empire on Ashland Island and the epic civilization recorded by the orcs themselves are completely different things.

Although the Crowman Empire has been in decline for thousands of years, because of its once strong foundation, even after squandering for a thousand years, it is still a lean camel that is bigger than a horse. Although the Sun Priests are barbaric, they have a very strong learning ability.

They also sent scouts to steal our Immortal machines, and even used their Apexis crystals as energy to create very similar mechanical defenders a few years ago. It is said that many such mechanical guards have been installed on Tongtian Peak. Unfortunately, the Crowmen do not regard them as the future direction of civilization. They use them as tools for sacrifice and use those machines to suppress the rebellion of the Fallen Crowmen.

This savage yet intelligent race is terrible.

However, other arcanists and I have always had doubts. Given the exaggerated and decadent lifestyle of the Arakkoa, it is impossible for their civilization to have survived for so long. It's as if some power behind their history is deliberately protecting these useless descendants of the sun from extinction in the changing times."

"Indeed, there is, and this is the mission of Maraad and the Eredar."

Dick said briefly:
"They must, with the help of the rangers, find out the mysterious power hidden in the history of the Arakkoa before we finish dealing with the affairs of the Nagrand Steppes. That is the force I really want to ally with."

"Then you should send an arcanist like me! Although I do have some connections with Mother Gaiaan, the 'Mother of the Frostwolves' of Nagrand Grasslands, I feel that my brother needs my wisdom more than you do."

Leland volunteered:
"My brother and Eredars are both Vindicators! They are notoriously slow to think things through, Uncle. I clearly possess more of the necessary qualities to uncover the truth."

"I am also the vindicator you mentioned who is not good at thinking. My battle-brother Malderan is also an outstanding vindicator, and you are the daughter of a vindicator!"

Dick turned around and stared at his "adopted daughter" with a calm look. He said:

"So, next time, could you please think twice before you ridicule the garrison commander? My child, just because I have a good temper doesn't mean I won't get angry, and bringing you here is obviously very useful."

"Uh, I didn't mean that."

Leland was embarrassed.

But then he lowered his head, his cheeks flushed, amid the laughter of Yrel and Nobundo.

This girl was indeed taken care of very well by Maraad.

Although she knew that her overly straightforward words were not without disgusting sarcasm, she really should find time to learn the "art of speaking" from Gul'dan. These arcanists and spellcasters would never learn "humility".

"Saint, the Trial Arena is ahead!"

After galloping for several minutes, Nobundo pulled the reins and pointed to an ancient orc-style building standing in the vast green grass plain ahead.

He said to Dick:
"According to the agreement between you and Chieftain Ner'zhul, he will leave a messenger there to take us to the Crystal Mountain of Oshu'gun, but I actually think we should go to Tala first. That was the first town our people built in Draenor.

It's also very close to Oshu'gun, and is guarded by General Jaid's elite cavalry, making it even safer!"

Nobundo emphasized:

"I believe in Chieftain Ner'zhul's sincerity, but the Nagrand Grasslands have never been the Shadowmoon Clan's territory. The orc clans are clearly divided among themselves, and the Warsong and Burning Blade clans living here are no weaklings.

The Trial Arena we're heading to is also one of the Burning Blade Clan's holy battlegrounds. If those formidable Orc Swordmasters discover our whereabouts, given the current situation, a troublesome pursuit and counterattack are inevitable."

"But this time we are here to help the orcs solve the problems on their holy mountain. We are now certain that those problems were indeed caused by our guardian naaru."

Dick shook his head and said:
"In a collaboration like this, 'taking necessary risks' is also a way to demonstrate sincerity. If we arrange the meeting place at Tara, our safety can certainly be guaranteed, but the orcs will inevitably have concerns.

As far as I know, Jaid's hunting cavalry have had a lot of friction with the orcs in the Nagrand grasslands over the past two hundred years. Before the orcs openly declared war on us, the "war" between us and the orcs for the Nagrand grasslands had actually been going on for decades.

I don't think Jaid was wrong to send soldiers to defend the town of Tara.

I just think that if we really need to reach out to Nagrand, then we should mobilize a large army in a short period of time, and completely defeat the Warsong Clan and the Burning Blade Clan with thundering force, forcing them to flee their ancestral land and let us take over this vast grassland.

Instead of opposing each other as we are now, and engaging in a tug-of-war across the prairie that is extremely unfavorable to us.

Forget it.

These are all the consequences of the internal ideological struggles among the tribe over the past two hundred years. The problem cannot be simply attributed to the soldiers. The soldiers are very pure and they just simply want to contribute to the people.

In short, since we are here for the purpose of peace, we should do things according to Ner'zhul's arrangements.

Let’s go to that trial arena first!
Also, I heard that the Blademasters of the Burning Blade clan don't object to the Draenei staying there, right?"

"Not just the draenei, uncle."

Leland explained:
"In fact, the Burning Blade Clan welcomes warriors of all races to the Trial Arena to fight with their recruits and even veterans. This is the Burning Blade Clan's tradition. In addition, rather than calling the orc swordmasters gathered in the Halvalor Valley a 'clan', they are more like an 'organization'.

This is also what I personally think is a very attractive part of orc civilization.

Although the clans are clearly divided and there is little communication between them except for the twice-yearly Kshhag Festival, the orcs are not closed-minded, conservative and warlike. They have a unique martial culture.

The pursuit of honor is a consensus across all clans, and the Burning Blade Clan is the concentrated embodiment of this social consensus.

There are 'cultivators' from various clans in the Fire Blade Clan.

As long as their skills and achievements are recognized by all of Halvalo and they pass the "Blade Trial", practitioners from all clans will be awarded the title of "Sword Saint", which is the noblest title for skills and combat effectiveness in the orc civilization.

I've heard that most of the legendary chieftains in the current orc clans trained in Halvalor in their youth, and chieftains like Grom Hellscream and Blackhand have both earned the title of 'Swordmaster.'"

"This legend is true, and these things are also recorded in the Book of Elements given to me by Chieftain Ner'zhul."

Nobundo also nodded and said:

"In that semi-travel book, Chieftain Ner'zhul highly praised the bravery and discipline of the Burning Blade Clan. Their clan has no true 'commoners' and only accepts the bravest warriors into their ranks. Once a warrior has gone through more demanding challenges and becomes a 'Master Swordsman', he or she will automatically qualify as an elder of the Burning Blade Clan.

All external affairs of the Burning Blade Clan are decided collectively by the elders.

Of course, due to the Burning Blade Clan's unique nature, they never participated in any inter-clan disputes or wars since their founding. Unless a clan directly attacked Halvalor, the swordmasters bearing the Burning Blade's banner were strictly prohibited from using their war blades to slaughter their own people. The most common enemies killed by the Burning Blade swordmasters were the ogres that plagued the Nagrand Steppes and the Saber-fanged tiger bandits that wreaked havoc everywhere.

If I have to say, I think the Burning Blade Clan plays the dual role of "honor supervisor" and "sheriff" in the Orc civilization. Their status in the Orc civilization is as transcendent as that of the Shadowmoon Clan.

However, the Burning Blade Clan's numbers are far less than the Shadowmoon Clan's. After all, their Trial of the Blade is far too harsh."

These sharings made Dick very satisfied. Although he had dealt with the Burning Blade Clan in his previous life's gaming experience, the descriptions in those game texts were obviously not as detailed as the information described by Lelan and Nobundo at this time.

So Dick asked very naturally:

"I'm curious, haven't any of our brave garrison officers attempted to pass this 'Trial of the Blade' in the past two hundred years?"

"Uh, yes."

Leland raised his eyebrows and said in a low voice:
"And there are quite a few of them. Unfortunately, no Draenei has yet been awarded the title of 'Swordmaster'.

My brother once wanted to give it a try but was not able to do so for many reasons. The Burning Blade Clan does not object to the Draenei participating in martial arts training, but the problem is that our Draenei's powerful and heavy fighting methods are difficult to be accepted by the Orc Swordmasters.

If you've ever seen the orc swordmasters' nimble, graceful, and powerful fighting postures, you'll know that compared to them, our vindicator's tactics are indeed a bit clumsy.

Just like the difference between a Talbuk and an Elekk, although an Orc Swordmaster may not be a match for a high-level garrison officer, when it comes to the level of "skill", I must admit that the orcs' racial talent in this area is indeed much better than ours.

The summary, inheritance and iteration of skills by the short-lived species are difficult to match by us conservative long-lived species. This is the racial advantage!

That's why I've always felt that the orcs aren't barbaric; they just need time to develop their own civilization. Given more time, the heights their civilization could reach are definitely not inferior to our Draenei."

"Ah, if Telamon were to come here."

Diakum sighed and said:
"The apprentice I taught back then could definitely pass the Trial of the Blade. He was the most dedicated to honing his skills of any Eredar I've ever met."

"But you can try!"

Yrel's eyes sparkled as he said:
"Anyone who has seen you fight is invariably impressed by your honed combat skills. Saint, I believe you have absolutely no problem. Perhaps you can truly become the Draenei clan's foremost 'Swordmaster'.

I heard the knowledgeable Ms. Dana say that the Burning Blade Clan has mastered the magical technique of 'element forging'. They will forge the most suitable swords for every sword master who passes the sword trial. Those blades are all magical weapons passed down in the orc civilization.

Aren't you just missing a weapon for close combat?
This is also the best opportunity to spread your reputation among the orc community!"

"I don't have the time for that."

Dick waved his hands and said with little interest:

"I'm feeling like I'm tearing myself apart every minute. It's impossible for me to spend months earning the title of 'Sword Saint,' and the world situation doesn't allow me to waste time like that."

He refused like this, but Dick was actually a little tempted.

After all, "Sword Saint". Wow, is there really any man who can refuse such an awe-inspiring nickname?
"Besides spending time becoming a cultivator and slowly honing your martial arts skills in Halvalor, there's actually another way to quickly pass the Burning Blade Clan's Trial of the Blade. Grom Hellscream used this method to achieve the record for the fastest attainment of the title of 'Swordmaster'."

Just as the four of them walked to the edge of the old "ancient" building of the Trial Arena, a familiar figure suddenly sounded in Dick's ears.

The saint turned around and saw Ner'zhul, wearing a hood to cover his body, waving at them from a thatched hut not far away.

Judging from his tired appearance, he has been waiting here for more than a day.

"Sorry, we're a little late because something happened at the Auchindoun Sanctuary."

Dick stepped forward quickly and apologized to his partner, but Ner'zhul just waved his hand. The old shaman, who looked energetic due to regaining the elemental blessing, said softly:

"The Elemental Wind described to me the war that took place a few days ago. I know that you and your people completed your first counterattack against the demons there. I am sincerely happy for this victory, which makes it more likely that I will be able to convince those stubborn chiefs.

But we have to get out of here now!"

He looked around and whispered:

"Chief Darl Triple Bloodblade of the Burning Blade Clan has decided to respond to the call of Chief Blackhand. He will most likely lead the Swordmasters into the tribal war. This matter has caused a big stir in Halvalor. If others see you at this time, things will become very troublesome.

Come with me.

I will take you to Garadar, where Mother Gaiaan has been waiting for you for several days.

Please relax, it's safe there."

"Wait a minute, you just said there's another way to do the 'Trial of the Blade'?"

Dick said curiously:

"Combined with what you said about the Burning Blade Clan possibly splitting, it seems you're trying to advance a 'very dangerous' cause? And it's related to me?"

"Yes, Vigilante."

Ner'zhul did not hide anything. He called on the earth element to wrap the five people and quickly teleport them. He looked in the direction of Havalor and whispered:

"I am very worried about the future of the Burning Blade Clan. I want to accomplish something unprecedented and bring the entire noble clan back on track before Old Dahl does anything stupid. However, there is only one way to make a stubborn orc legendary chieftain surrender.

Vigilant, I want you to participate in the Trial of the Blade and defeat Old Dar Triplebloodblade in the trial!
If you can, take the Burning Blade Chieftaincy from him! And prevent the Burning Blade from entering a war that would bury all their honor."

"Ok?"

Dick narrowed his eyes, and the other three recruits exclaimed in surprise.

Amidst the special sensation of the earth element constantly enveloping and assimilating him, Dick said in a deep voice:

"I don't refuse to fight with Chieftain Old Dahl, but the question is, can the orcs accept a Draenei chieftain?"

"Why not? Rules are rules, they weren't made today!"

Ner'zhul sneered and said:
"Unless the Burning Blade Clan intends to abandon the clan foundation set by their ancestors, as long as you use your warrior skills to defeat Old Dal head-on and seize the Flaming Blade Sanksu, you will be the de facto Chieftain of the Burning Blade.

A sword master who is unwilling to obey you will be expelled from the clan and will no longer be worthy of using the name "Fire Blade"!
As for the trick I just mentioned.
Well, I'll talk to you in detail after we resolve the trouble with Oshu'gun.

It’s going to be a little dizzy next, so keep the spirits up, kids!

Nobundo, you also participate in this. Use your elemental sense to record the location of Garadar. This way, you can also teleport to Garadar from various places in Draenor. That town protects the elemental royal family. It is the location of Draenor's "Elemental Heart". Going there is the supreme honor for a shaman.

"buzz"

As the old shaman finished speaking, the group was "swallowed" by the rolling mud and pushed across most of the Nagrand grassland by the magical land walking technique, and arrived at their destination in a few minutes.

"The blueskins have invaded Garadar! Warriors, defend the Mother!"

When Dick emerged from the elemental package, he heard a harsh shout. When he looked up, he saw a shining battle axe chopping down at his head.

"boom"

The sharp axe blade was grasped by the sentinel's left hand, and the powerful chop was forcibly interrupted by him like a dragonfly skimming the water.

The orc female warrior who had come over with a powerful "jump and chop" was now awkwardly "lifted" in the air by Dick. After she landed, she gritted her teeth and continued to exert force, but Dick was as unmoved as a rock.

Instead, he stared at the young orc girl in front of him with a strange look.

He could tell the girl was underage and the armor she wore belonged to the Frostwolf clan, but those eyes...
"Gaiara! What are you doing!?"

Lelan, who was behind Dick, was startled, but after seeing the face of the orc warrior, she immediately jumped out and scolded:
"Why did you attack my uncle?"

"Ah? Aunt Lelan, when did you get here? And when did you get an uncle? Wait, is this the legendary saint you told my mother and me about before?"

"Wait a minute, you two!"

Seeing that Lelan, the "magical" Draenei arcanist, was actually chatting with the "attacker" in front of him, Dick's eyes widened with anger. He looked at his adopted daughter and whispered:
"What did you call this kid?"

"Uncle Gaia Radiyakum, this child is the eldest daughter of Frostwolf Chieftain Durotan and Frostwolf Heroine Lady Draka. When I was wandering around Frostfire Ridge, I established some friendship with Lady Draka by chance.

When Gaiara was born, it was Gaiaan and Mother Gaia who helped deliver her, so it's okay for her to call me 'Auntie'."

Leland blinked and explained:
"That's why my tribe calls me a 'heretic.' Besides adopting an orc as my daughter, I, a 'traveler,' actually have more 'friends' of other races and clans than you might imagine."

"That's not the point! The point is why she's called 'Gaiara' and why she's a girl!"

Dick was too shocked.

Under the surprised gaze of the young orc girl, he clasped his fingers together and crushed the axe blade with his bare hands, saying loudly:
"Is this Ms. Draka's only child?"

"Oh, that's not the case! She seems to have gotten pregnant again a few months ago. She wrote to me saying that she and Durotan planned to name the child..."

"Gu'el?"

"Huh, huh, huh? How did you know that? Did Holy Light tell you that again? Why is Holy Light so talkative? Other information is fine, but why is he even telling people's private affairs?

This has no sense of boundaries.”

Diakum didn't care about Leilan's complaints about his beliefs. His attention was now focused on the young female orc in front of him. Gaiara felt her whole body go numb when he looked at her, but the next second, the sentinel withdrew his gaze.

He didn't know if it was because of him that some wonderful "changes" occurred in the world line of Draenor. After seeing the living Gaiara, Diakum sighed sincerely in his heart.

Well, it’s not just Azeroth that has seen wonderful changes due to the shift in fate, things in Draenor also seem to be getting interesting.

So, can I see the legendary "Lightforged Roar" in the future of this world?

Hiss, come to think of it, it’s better not to meet him.

Ps:

This update is completed, thank you brothers for your strong support.

I have confirmed with Lao Huo before that I will slowly make up for the 30 chapters I still owe him later. To be honest, the enthusiasm and support of the brothers during the new book period really made me nervous, and I even felt a little worried for a while.

Due to the high pressure of updating, I cannot guarantee the quality of every chapter, but I will still try my best to update a few more chapters to apologize to my brothers. Therefore, I hope you will be more understanding when you are not satisfied with the plot. After I finish the other book on hand, I should be able to make time to update more.

There are only a few days left this month, so I beg you brothers to cast a few more votes and see if I can make it to the monthly ticket list for the first month after the new book is on the shelves. I guess the possibility is not high, but why not give it a try? There is nothing to lose anyway.

(End of this chapter)