The first to emerge from the Portal was Gruul, the Lightforging Dragon Slayer Gruul, who was even larger than Tectus.
During the Iron Horde era, Dragon Slayer Gruul was enslaved, his left hand was cut off by the Orcs and replaced with a furnace hook, and he worked at the Blackrock Foundry.
After receiving the Holy Light, his severed left hand grew back. Because of his devout faith, he was appointed Archbishop by Velen and put in charge of a large group of Gronn.
"Let me see who it is? A bunch of little things."
Golden Holy Light enveloped Gruul as he strode forward, like a moving mountain.
When he saw Velen, his eyes flickered slightly.
Next to emerge from the Portal was the Orlgog, who had mutated after consuming a large amount of magically potent Blackrock ore, becoming the largest Lizardman in Draenor's history. This terrifying creature with a mouthful of sharp teeth had its carapace become even more robust since embracing the Holy Light.
"You will all be crushed to death."
Oregorger's body curled up into a ball, its glowing scales sticking up, rolling like a spiky ball.
Dragon Slayer Gruul's target is the Butcher's Boar.
Oregorger, who was rolling toward the Earth Elemental Tectus, paused upon seeing this and then charged toward the Butcher's other boar.
Two enormous monsters fought fiercely with two wild boars, neither gaining the upper hand.
The Ogre Butcher blinked his small eyes, looked at the pair of meat-slicing axes in his hands, and seemed to realize something, so he stood aside and supervised the battle.
"Damn it!"
Durotan was furious. Gruul and Oregorger were clearly just going through the motions; their loyalty was far from sufficient, and they were unwilling to risk their lives for him.
Tectus, Brackenspore, and Kelage surrounded them from three directions. Durotan's face darkened; the situation was once again precarious.
Three more figures emerged from the Shadow Portal.
Leading the group was a tall, muscular Orcs with a ferocious face. He carried a golden shield on his back and held a gleaming broadsword, gazing intently at his surroundings.
Golden Power of the Holy Light flowed across his skin, and his body rapidly expanded, becoming almost the same size as Gruul.
Khadgar, watching from afar, looked surprised and nearly interrupted his spellcasting.
It was Garrosh Hellscream, reborn from the dead under the power of the Holy Light.
Garrosh roared furiously, "I am the Warchief of the Horde! I have returned! You all deserve to die!"
Two slender women stood behind Garrosh.
Sylvanas gazed at her Holy Light body, her face beautiful and flawless, even more so than when she was Ranger-General, and couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.
The other was Jaina, who kept her head down with a resentful expression, her Power of the Holy Light flickering and seemingly unstable.
"Did they both come back from the dead?"
Khadgar was secretly astonished and began to understand the true meaning of the Age of Holy Light.
Priests and Paladins who accept the doctrine of Holy Light have all heard of the coming of the Kingdom of Heaven, which symbolizes the final judgment of the world by the Holy Light.
"The time has come. Holy Light flows across the land, bones are restored to flesh and blood, the dead are given new life, dilapidated cities are revitalized, and lost civilizations rise from the ruins."
From that time on, there was no disease, no death, all life became immortal, and everyone praised the Holy Light from the bottom of their hearts.
Behold, the magnificent throne is complete, the holy city has arrived, and all living beings will face final judgment.
Garrosh looked down at Durotan and sneered:
"A benevolent Orcs like myself is fortunate enough to ascend to the Holy Light Heaven, to slumber peacefully in endless Holy Light. Did you summon me to this world? If you would be so willing to worship before me, I will help you deal with these little things."
Durotan muttered under his breath, "Fool, you're nothing but my slave."
"What? I am the Warchief of the Horde, the leader of the Iron Horde! No one can enslave me! Orcs will never be slaves!"
Before Garrosh could finish speaking, Durotan raised his right hand, and a golden light shone into his forehead.
After a brief moment of stunned silence, Garrosh's gaze softened, and he said respectfully:
"My esteemed master, I am your most loyal servant. What are your orders?"
"Kill them," Durotan said, pointing to the three tall figures charging towards them.
Garrosh removed his shield to protect himself.
No one knows what misfortune Garrosh suffered in the Kingdom of the Holy Light; at this moment, his actions resemble those of a seasoned Paladin.
Kelage was the first to charge at Garrosh, but a golden shield formed of Holy Light flew over and the huge impact knocked Kelage off his feet.
After Tectus got close to Garrosh, he slammed his fists into the ground.
"Mountains, obey my command!"
Garrosh raised his shield, and his fists, formed from golden light, slammed down repeatedly on Tectus, successfully interrupting his spellcasting.
Countless spore mushrooms appeared at Brackenspore's feet, spreading all the way to Garrosh's feet.
Garrosh sheathed his broadsword, gripped his shield tightly with both hands, and blocked all the charging mushrooms.
Seeing that Garrosh had temporarily blocked the attack, Durotan secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said to the two women:
"Congratulations on your new life. I don't like to make things difficult for women. I hope you can help me defeat the enemy. This is not an order, but the beginning of our cooperation."
Sylvanas's gaze sharpened as she drew her bow and released an arrow. Brilliant light emanated from the arrows, Holy Light rained down like raindrops, evaporating all the mushrooms.
Jaina seemed to remain motionless, her head bowed, as a Portal leading to the Lightforging Orcs Grounds appeared beside her.
Seeing this from afar, Khadgar knew he couldn't trap Durotan, and reluctantly stopped casting, letting out a regretful sigh.
"Jaina seems much stronger than when she was alive, but it's a pity she's still on the Orcs' side."
This trip was not without its rewards. Although we failed to kill Durotan and complete the decapitation plan, we at least gained an understanding of the true meaning of the Age of Holy Light.
"Khadgar, we'll meet again soon."
Durotan stepped into the Portal without hesitation.
Immediately afterwards, Dragon Slayer Gruul Orlgog also retreated through the Portal.
Garrosh, Sylvanas, Jaina transformed into three golden Holy Light and vanished into the Portal.
Khadgar took a deep breath, waved his hand, and said, "Retreat. This defeat is not our fault; Durotan has many trump cards up his sleeve."
An Ogre Mage said, "Lord Khadgar, Durotan's wife."
Khadgar waved his hand and said, "This is a pointless move; it will only anger Durotan. Let's go back. It seems we need to prepare to Guards Highmaul."
The Prophet Velen bowed his head, deeply unwilling to accept his fate.
Durotan could actually summon the dead from the Holy Light Kingdom. Why didn't I think of that back then? Otherwise, I wouldn't be in this predicament.
Khadgar turned to look at Velen, paused, and said:
"If I were you, I would prepare my words. Imperator Mar'gok will surely ask about everything concerning the Holy Light Kingdom."
Velen scratched his head and said with a wry smile, "Although I have dealt with the Army of the Light, I have never seen the Holy Light Kingdom, let alone understand how the dead can be resurrected."
"Amado," standing nearby, whispered, "Perhaps I can dispel the Imperator's doubts."