Hogger opened his mouth as if to say something, but seeing that no one else reacted, he wisely kept his mouth shut.
Vanessa's Followers are mostly people who are said to have died long ago, such as Kel'Thuzad, Mograine, and Whitemane.
Then there are the Defias Brotherhood's officers, who are basically all free of any ties.
To some, the Legion's invasion of Draenor, seemingly dangerous, actually conceals an opportunity.
Witnessing the battle between two great civilizations firsthand is of great benefit to one's own growth.
Since no one has any objections, it's decided then.
Vanessa's gaze sharpened. "From this moment on, focus all your efforts on acquiring the fortresses of the Lunarfall."
After the meeting, Hogger privately approached Robbie, rubbed his hands together, and said:
"Actually, I miss Elwynn Forest very much, and I miss my family."
Robbie rolled his eyes at Hogger: "Why didn't you bring it up in the meeting if you wanted to go back?"
"How could I dare!" Hogger said timidly, shrinking his neck. "I'd be turned into Ghoul by Kel'Thuzad."
This opportunistic guy.
Robbie thought for a moment. Hogger was very tight-lipped, so he decided to tell him the truth. He lowered his voice and said:
"Hogger, I'll tell you the whole truth since we're old friends. This is a chance to make a fortune."
Hogger blinked his small eyes, puzzled.
Robbie said with a serious expression, "Our garrison has Archmage like Kel'Thuzad, and a Naaru. Our mage tower leads directly to Azeroth, so even if we encounter danger, we can escape back in time. Everyone in the Lunarfall wants to leave now. As long as you hand over the garrison to us and pay a large sum of money, you can use our Portal to return to Azeroth."
Hogger breathed a sigh of relief upon learning of the Portal, but couldn't understand why Vanessa had acquired the fortress.
Robbie chuckled easily, "The commander and I have analyzed it carefully; it's not the Burning Legion invading Draenor this time."
Unlike Azeroth, Draenor World does not have a shield built by the Titans.
The Burning Army could have easily invaded Draenor aboard Star Destroyers without needing to use Portal.
Just as Robbie predicted, on the day Vanessa acquired the last fortress, a radiant Portal suddenly appeared on the Nagrand.
The first to cross the Portal was a tall, imposing Orcs, who raised his Gorehowl and roared:
"Draenor, I Grom Hellscream, have finally returned."
Grom Hellscream's appearance was quite unconventional. He wore a clean and tidy set of leather armor, his long hair was shaved off, his scalp was cleanly shaved, his two sharp fangs were gone, and the sharp teeth in his mouth were smoothed out. His originally ferocious face even showed a hint of benevolence, and a layer of golden Holy Light enveloped his brown skin.
A Lightforging Orcs.
Behind Grommash Hellscream stood the shorter Kilrogg Deadeye, dressed in a white robe like a Priest, holding a staff, and speaking in a low voice:
"Holy Light God, we're finally back! Those were the days we should never have thought about!"
Kilrogg looked incredibly relieved, as if he had survived a disaster.
Next to step through the Portal Blackhand Blackhand, clad in a suit of golden plate armor, holding a shield in one hand and a holy book in the other.
Since being turned into Undead by Sylvanas, Blackhand has been living in torment every day, but compared to his current suffering, that is nothing.
Blackhand is now a Paladin, Undead Paladin.
Blackhand muttered in dissatisfaction, "Who would have thought that the Army of the Light, which prides itself on Justice, would actually be cooperating with the Burning Legion?"
Back then, the Iron Horde followed Aman'Thul and was trapped on Argus Planet, hoping to join the Burning Legion.
Unexpectedly, they stumbled upon an outpost of the Army of the Light. After some investigation, they learned that it was a Holy Light city built on the Argus Planet, similar to an embassy.
Thus began the suffering of the Iron Horde. The Naaru forcibly infused them with the Path of the Holy Light, forcing them to become devout Lightforging Orcs, Orcs endured immense hardship.
Returning to Draenor World as the Vanguard of the Army of the Light, the Lightforging Orcs bear an important mission: to help Velen regain control of the Draenei.
Not all homeless people have lost themselves.
Velen, leaning on his staff, stepped through the Portal, his face grim, and said:
"I heard someone talking badly about the Holy Light behind my back."
Kilrogg immediately stepped forward, pointing at Blackhand and saying:
"It was him. He said the Army of the Light and the Burning Legion are in cahoots."
Velen glared, and a golden light shot out from his staff, lashing out at Blackhand like a whip.
Blackhand knelt on the ground in agony, wailing and begging Velen for mercy.
"Remember, this is just a warning; you must always remain loyal to the Holy Light."
Next to cross the Portal was Archmage Khadgar, his eyes gleaming with golden light. He had become a full-time priest, and compared to the savage Orcs, the Naaru trusted humans more. In this group, his status was second only to Velen.
Khadgar looked at the Blackhand with bones scattered all over the ground and laughed:
"Velen, well done! The Holy Light has brought freedom, and these filthy Orcs don't even know how to be grateful. Beat them until they submit."
The Naaru treat different races differently.
For example, when dealing with the Draenei, the main approach should be appeasement and brainwashing.
Human beings are tempted by power and punished accordingly, which has developed into a devout faith in the Holy Light.
There is only one way to deal with Orcs: violence.
Velen spoke with great passion:
"The Draenei of this era have lost their leader, like homeless orphans. My arrival is like a timely gift; without my guidance, the Draenei will only lose their way."
Lightforging Orcs crossed the Portal one after another, the soldiers bathed in golden Holy Light, forming a sea of Holy Light.
Velen felt somewhat tired and gave the order:
"Grom Hellscream, lead us to the Warsong Clan's territory. I need to build a cathedral to praise the Holy Light."
"Yes, great Prophet, may the Holy Light forever protect us!"
Grommash Hellscream the way, and along the way, Orcs Priests continuously chanted the Holy Light.
Strangely enough, the Orcs used to leave behind only desolation when they passed through.
Now, the Lightforging Orcs prayed their way forward, and life-giving water gushed forth from the barren land, causing vegetation to grow and turn lush and green.
No matter how ferocious a creature is, it will show a devout expression and worship the Holy Light when it touches Holy Light.
In order to build the Iron Horde, Grommash Hellscream took away a large number of the Warsong Clan warriors, leaving only the old, weak, and disabled in Warsong Hold.
Grommash Hellscream returned, bringing with him the Power of the Holy Light to his homeland. With the permission of the Prophet Velen, Grommash Hellscream stood on a high place and delivered a powerful speech:
"Today is a great day for the Orcs! The Orcs of Draenor World have been blessed by the Holy Light. We are no longer subject to any coercion; we are free! Let us all shout with me: For the Holy Light!"
"For the Holy Light."
Blessed by their faith in the Holy Light, the Orcs praised Holy Light from the bottom of their hearts.
Velen watched all this with delight, dreaming of returning to his people, uniting the Orcs and Draenei, and becoming the true Warlords of Draenor.
Among the crowd, a Lightforging Orcs revealed a cunning look, a slight smirk playing on his lips.