The Highmaul Ogre fell into thought.
Despite their Ogre appearance, ogres possess extremely intelligent minds and are capable of comprehending profound magical knowledge.
Ogres are an extremely proud race and always remain skeptical of outsiders.
Amado spoke eloquently and seemed to make sense, but many people didn't believe him deep down.
Imperator Mar'gok was the most suspicious of them all, and asked calmly:
Does the Age of Holy Light imply Holy Light's Judgment?
Amado shrugged and shook his head, saying:
"Unfortunately, the level of civilization in Draenor World is far from reaching the stage of the Holy Light's Judgment. If Sargeras hadn't gotten there first, the Argus civilization would probably have been assimilated by the Holy Light's Judgment and become part of the Army of the Light. From then on, there would be no Draenei, no Eredar, only the Naaru."
How advanced was the Argus civilization in its time?
Before the Burning Legion arrived, the Eredar had reached the pinnacle of magic, technology, and culture, rising to the ranks of the universe's first-rate civilization.
They possess world-destroying magic, can build massive star fleets, Eredar poetry is widely known. Their crystal carvings are exquisite, and their culture and art flourish.
Compared to this, Draenor is a backward and barbaric native planet.
The Imperator Mar'gok rose from his throne, looked down at the crowd, and finally fixed his gaze on the Prophet Velen.
Velen's face was extremely pale, and he dared not meet the Imperator's gaze. Mar'gok:
"The Lightforging Orcs will definitely attack Highmaul. Velen, you are the Prophet of the Draenei, and you know the Holy Light best. I want to know the weaknesses of the Holy Light."
Velen's expression shifted, and he raised his eyebrows, saying:
"Holy Light is the most powerful force in the universe, representing justice and Order, and has no weaknesses."
Seeing the mocking look on "Amado's " lips, Mar'gok asked curiously:
Amado, what are your thoughts on the Holy Light?
Amado cautiously replied:
"Holy Light represents Order, and absolute Order is absolute rule. Outdatedness is the incurable flaw of Holy Light."
After listening, the Imperator seemed to understand, and smiled, "I understand. Our mages are also studying the Holy Light. Velen, please show us all the Holy Light spells that the Lightforging Orcs possess."
Velen dared not disobey the Imperator's orders, and with "Amado" watching, he had no choice but to reveal the details of the Lightforging Orcs.
Upon returning to his camp, Durotan immediately launched an attack on Highmaul.
The Ogre Mage had a way to pinpoint Durotan's location, and with Archmage Khadgar also present, he realized the danger; he couldn't stay in the camp forever.
Durotan breathed a long sigh of relief upon learning that his wife, Draka, was safe and sound, only slightly shaken.
But he could not entrust the safety of his wife and children to the mercy of the enemy.
Moreover, Highmaul has already threatened the coming of the Age of Holy Light. Durotan prayed to the Naaru and received an affirmative answer, but the Naaru also gave him a secret mission.
After assembling, the Lightforging Orcs set off in a grand procession toward the Highmaul, with the New Lightforged Orcs, whose lives were short, as the main force.
The number of New Lightforged Orcs was so great that the land was enveloped in a golden light that stretched as far as the eye could see, like an ocean of Holy Light.
Grommash Hellscream led the way, gazing at the golden Orcs army, and said enthusiastically to Durotan:
"My lord, I never imagined the Orcs could have such a glorious day. Look, our children have flooded the land, Draenor trembles beneath our feet. You are truly the Warlords of Draenor."
Lost in thought as he rode his Frostwolf Clan, Durotan merely smiled in response to Grommash Hellscream's flattery.
The New Lightforged Orcs have too many advantages. For example, they have an amazing reproductive rate, do not need to consume military rations, are born with powerful Power of the Holy Light, can self-destruct with Holy Light after death, have a short lifespan, and save on pensions and retirement benefits. They are simply a flawless unit.
However, it also has a major flaw: once Durotan, the leader, is captured, the indecisive New Lightforged Orcs have no choice but to surrender.
Durotan whispered, "Remember, this operation doesn't require capturing the Highmaul. If we encounter fierce resistance from the Ogres, simply delay them and prevent them from interfering with our work."
Grommash Hellscream, Blackhand, Kilrogg were all inexplicable, but no one dared to ask.
Within the Lightforging Orcs, Durotan ruled the roster, rarely consulting with others; the generals' duty was simply to carry out orders.
The Ogres abandoned their strongholds and fortresses in Nagrand, consolidated their forces, and focused all their efforts on defending Highmaul.
The Lightforging Orcs their way unimpeded, and after crossing the wide and swiftly flowing moat, they set up camp and began by constructing Portal.
The Portal leads directly to the construction site of Oshu'gun, ensuring a continuous supply of Lightforging Orcs to the front lines.
After less than half an hour of rest, Durotan launched its first probing attack.
There were no tactics involved; the Lightforging Orcs simply exploited their strengths, employing the most basic human wave tactic.
"Attack."
The thunderous sound of war drums rang out, and the Lightforging Orcs soldiers, carrying bags of dirt or slinging over huge stones, strode toward the moat.
Arrows rained down from the walls of Highmaul, the Ogre's arrows were thick and fired at an extremely fast rate, but the Lightforging Orcs were protected by the Holy Light, which could absorb most of the damage, and it often took seven or eight arrows to kill a single Lightforging Orcs.
Most of the Lightforging Orcs rushed to the moat, threw down dirt or stones, and ran away. Before long, the moat was filled in.
On the Lightforging Orcs' stronghold, Grommash Hellscream stood on a high platform, brandishing his Gorehowl and shouting:
"Brothers and sisters who have received the Holy Light, the time for holy war has come! For the Holy Light, for Draenor, let our lives shine with final glory! Charge!"
Unlike the usual Orcs Charge, the New Lightforged Orcs showed no excitement. For them, doing something so ordinary meant that emotions were superfluous in their short, busy lives.
They dodged the arrows as much as possible, or used Holy Light to withstand them, and rushed to the foot of the city wall as fast as possible, where they self-destructed without hesitation.
Every New Lightforged Orcs is a terrifying bomb.
Before long, the sturdy walls of Highmaul were riddled with holes and inevitably collapsed in large sections. With Grommash Hellscream's cheers, a large number of Lightforging Orcs rushed into Highmaul.
An empire that had never fallen in a thousand years had fallen so easily, at the cost of only tens of thousands of Lightforging Orcs' lives. Durotan could hardly believe his good fortune.
Durotan's hands trembled with excitement; he hadn't expected to breach the city walls so easily.
Everyone says that Imperator Mar'gok is wise and brilliant, but is he just a paper tiger?
The expected fierce resistance did not materialize, so they decided to destroy Highmaul.
Standing atop the tallest mage tower in Highmaul, Imperator Mar'gok nodded and said, "We may begin."
Rumble!
A series of terrifying self-destructing sounds rang out, and plumes of smoke filled the Highmaul.
"Attack! Attack!"
Under Durotan's command, the Lightforging Orcs surged into Highmaul like a tidal wave, their Thunder self-destructions sounding exceptionally pleasant.