Durotan was positioned in the center of the position, heavily guarded by troops.
Once the walls of a fortified city crumble and the morale of the defending troops plummets, it is met with overwhelming force.
Strangely, even after tens of thousands of Lightforging Orcs stormed the city walls, Highmaul remained standing.
The battle continued into the night, with more and more New Lightforged Orcs pouring into Highmaul.
Durotan suddenly realized that he had fewer than five thousand Lightforging Orcs left around him.
At this point, Durotan realized he had made a mistake and acted too impulsively.
Lightforging Orcs are highly disciplined, like a well-oiled machine.
The drawback is that there are no low-ranking officers among the Lightforging Orcs, Durotan is not comfortable entrusting command of the Lightforging Orcs to anyone.
The Lightforging Orcs stormed into Highmaul all self-destructed; none of them returned. Durotan was unaware of what had happened inside the city.
Highmaul was like a terrifying monster, having devoured hundreds of thousands of New Lightforged Orcs, yet still not satisfied.
"Cease the attack, establish a camp, and open the Portal to summon reinforcements."
Left with no other choice, Durotan had to halt his attack. The loss of hundreds of thousands of soldiers was nothing to him; he could have as many New Lightforged Orcs as he wanted.
Gazing at the crumbling walls of Highmaul, Durotan clenched his fists and let out a low growl of resentment.
The Lightforging Orcs and the Highmaul Ogres faced off, Imperator Mar'gok said with some regret:
"Durotan is still rational; if he drags all the Lightforging Orcs into this mess, tonight will be his death night."
Highmaul, dozens of mage towers were brightly lit, forming a strange illusion array.
The array covered most of Highmaul, its purpose being to trick the Lightforging Orcs into self-destructing.
This is the result of the Ogre Mages ' research on the Lightforging Orcs. The New Lightforged Orcs are too naive; when faced with the oncoming Ogre Legion, they choose to self-destruct without hesitation.
A Lightforging Orcs self-destructing can wipe out an entire party, and no one tells them it's just an illusion.
"Will Durotan fall for it again?" Khadgar asked anxiously.
Imperator Mar'gok's sharp gaze swept over everyone. "Unless there is a traitor among us, and if there is, I will definitely find a way to find him."
At Tempest Keep, Naaru K'ure imparts the knowledge of the Holy Light to all.
The Draenei sat in a large circle, with Robbie and Vanessa among them, filled with curiosity, like children attending a class for the first time.
After recuperating, K'ure's Naaru body was radiant, and his powerful voice echoed throughout the lecture hall.
"First, I must speak of the flaws of the Holy Light. Back in Oshu'gun, to survive, I devoured a great deal of heterogenous energy. Among the Naaru, this is an absolutely unforgivable act of betrayal. The Naaru are pure energy beings, pure Holy Light, or, in contrast, pure Shadow Energy. If they are mixed with other energies, they are even more repulsive than becoming Entropius, and are called Unclean One. Now, I am an Unclean One, not accepted by the Army of the Light."
After a pause, K'ure continued:
"But in the process, I found that my body had become more stable. If I had been able to obtain enough Holy Light, I would have long since returned to my peak form. Since then, I have been thinking about it, and I have begun to realize the shortcomings of Holy Light. To be honest, the Army of the Light has not made any technological progress for more than 50 million years. We have encountered a bottleneck."
The Draenei sitting in the circle gasped in unison. More than 50 million years—that's even longer than the history of Argus Planet.
K'ure's tone was full of regret:
"In the past, when we encountered technical difficulties, no matter how difficult they were, we were always able to overcome them. But this time, the bottleneck we encountered was a conflict of faith. We have reached the limit of our use of the Holy Light. If we want to make further progress, we must accept other different energies. However, this is in conflict with our faith. No Naaru wants to be Unclean One."
"To give a simple example, the most commonly used Divine Shield can be dispelled by certain shadow spells, but if a small amount of Arcane energy is mixed into Divine Shield, the shadow spell will lose its effect."
Robbie was secretly surprised that such a thing could happen.
Of course, mixing Arcane energy into Divine Shield is not easy; it requires a certain ratio and a specific casting order, which necessitates countless attempts, otherwise it may backfire.
K'ure's voice gradually faded:
"My contact with Velen was not out of goodwill. At that time, the Eredar were studying Arcane energy and had very little knowledge of the Holy Light. I used Velen to promote the technological progress of the Argus World, with the aim of spreading faith through Velen, and ultimately making all Eredar believe in the Holy Light. Unfortunately, before my plan could be achieved, Sargeras came."
"Both the Holy Light and the Shadowlands fear the Burning Legion because the Burning Legion is not purely Fel. They are willing to try Arcane, shadow, nature, and even the Holy Light. In the long run, the Burning Legion's strength will inevitably surpass that of the Holy Light and the Shadowlands. All they need is time. Therefore, the opposing forces of Light and Darkness have united to fight against the Burning Legion."
"I want to tell you that pure Light and Darkness are both wrong. Now I will teach you some new magic that has been summarized in Oshu'gun over the past few centuries. I need you to study it with me and improve together. Although our power is small, as long as we persevere, one day we will ignite the entire universe."
Shadowmoon Valley, the Lunarfall.
A team advanced through the dense forest, cutting through thorns and brambles, and quietly approached a fortress.
At the very front was Garrosh, who was still not quite used to receiving the Holy Light and felt a bit awkward.
"Why are we launching a sneak attack on the Lunarfall?" Garrosh asked, puzzled. "They're just a bunch of lowly adventurers. Why be so cautious and sneaky? We can just charge in directly."
Sylvanas sternly warned, "Remember our objective. Durotan needs us to capture prisoners alive, preferably mages, to extract their coordinates from Azeroth."
Jaina followed behind the two, still keeping her head down and remaining silent.
Following the three were fifty Lightforging Orcs, each a strong and elite member of the Lightforging Orcs.
Garrosh scaled the wall and opened the fortress gate from the inside. The group cautiously crept in, but the fortress was silent and deserted.
"Where have all the people gone?" Garrosh asked, bewildered.
Sylvanas found a large cauldron, its thick rust telling her that it hadn't been used for a long time.
After leaving the deserted fortress, Garrosh led his men into another fortress, but still found no one there.
With over a dozen fortresses empty, Sylvanas couldn't help but complain:
"I knew cooperating with Orcs was unreliable. They didn't even do basic intelligence gathering before sending us here."
Garrosh protested, "I said, I'm Orcs too."
It was another fortress, Garrosh, in his usual nonchalant manner, simply smashed through the door.
The fortress remained empty. Just as everyone was about to leave, a strange voice rang out:
"You've finally arrived?"
Garrosh was terrified, quickly gripped his weapon, and said in a trembling voice:
"Who are you? Show yourself, now!"
"Hmph!"
A strange laugh rang out:
"I am a god; before you set foot on this land, I ruled this world."