"Antonidas, my dear mentor, you too have risen from the dead."
Jaina looked at her mentor with a smile.
In contrast to Jaina's beaming smile, Antonidas was serious and solemn; the Holy Light Edict told him he had to win.
Boom!
Bright Holy Light coalesced, replacing Arcane energy, and unleashed Holy Light Shock, slamming fiercely into Jaina.
Facing his former disciple, Antonidas launched an all-out attack, showing no mercy whatsoever.
Jaina nimbly dodged, her body enveloped in powerful Power of the Holy Light, forming a shield instead of Frost magic to withstand the aftershocks of the Holy Light Shock. She unconsciously took a step back, her momentum weakening slightly.
Antonidas pressed his advantage, raining down Holy Light on Jaina and successfully gaining the upper hand, leaving Jaina scrambling to defend herself.
On the other side, Garrosh stood motionless in the center of the arena, sword and shield in hand, not daring to breathe.
With Saurfang the Great nowhere to be seen, Garrosh dared not let his guard down in the face of this infamous king of ambushes, and was on high alert.
With a flash of light, Saurfang the Great leaped out, his warhammer, enveloped in intense Holy Light, slamming into Garrosh's back.
Garrosh had no time to dodge and could only raise his shield to defend himself; the two clashed.
Saurfang's warhammer was powerful and relentless, Garrosh was only able to defend, unable to retaliate, and was at a disadvantage.
The battle between Sylvanas and Zul'jin was the most exciting, with Sylvanas leaping nimbly back and forth, shooting arrow after Zul'jin.
Zul'jin transformed into a Juxiong, golden bear, riddled with arrows that made him appear like a hedgehog, yet he remained fearless, seizing the opportunity to approach Sylvanas.
Each time Zul'jin raised his claws, the Holy Light descended straight down from the sky like Moonfire, and Sylvanas was unable to dodge it, being hit repeatedly.
The two sides fought fiercely, and a stalemate ensued. Durotan noticed something amiss and realized that things were not going well.
Antonidas, Saurfang the Great, Zul'jin all used every means possible to win.
Conversely, the fact that their three attackers left themselves a slight margin of error led to their gradual retreat.
"This is bad, why is this happening?"
Why are our side unwilling to fight with all their might, even though we are both under the urging of the Holy Light Edict?
Durotan believed that the Naaru were biased.
"For Draenor, for the great Lord Durotan, Lightforging Orcs, attack!"
Outside the Magic Shield supported by Khadgar, Grommash Hellscream, Kilrogg, and Blackhand led a large horde of Lightforging Orcs to attack the shield with reckless abandon.
Countless Lightforging Orcs headlong into the shield and self-destructed. The terrifying explosions were so intense that even Khadgar struggled to withstand them, his face turning deathly pale as the shield trembled.
All that's needed is for this shield to shatter, and for the Lightforging Orcs army to surround it; victory will surely belong to Durotan.
A tall figure suddenly appeared. The Imperator, Mar'gok, teleported into the Battlefield, pointed his staff, and infused the shield with new mana, easing Khadgar's burden.
Mar'gok's two heads looked at Durotan together, and he smiled regretfully:
"Durotan, I thought you were a great hero, a warrior who dared to stand up and fight against the Holy Light, and I thought I would have the opportunity to fight alongside you. I never expected you to be a coward who colludes with the Holy Light."
Durotan chuckled, his face turning ferocious as he said:
"Mar'gok, isn't Velen by your side? Don't you want to defeat me and take my place?"
"That's right, but you forced me into this. You made me lose all hope of resistance, leaving me no choice but to serve the Holy Light."
Around Mar'gok, mysterious Runes flickered, constantly summoning hideous Arcane Aberration that pounced on Durotan like a pack of wolves.
Behind Durotan, countless Void Tendrils swayed, Arcane Aberration pounced on the tentacles, the two sides tearing at each other.
"Tremble before the Imperator's wrath."
Mar'gok held his staff high, and the two heads chanted incantations together.
A feeling of unease welled up in Durotan's heart. He abruptly raised his head and saw purple Arcane energy gathering above him, slowly pressing down like a rain cloud.
The Arcane Cataclysm Cloud was so vast that even Magic Shields were enveloped by it, making it impossible to dodge. Durotan could only grit his teeth and gather all the Shadow power in his body.
Get out of my way.
Shadow Energy continued to gather, forming a tornado that, like a towering pillar, held back the Arcane Cataclysm Cloud, preventing it from falling.
Mar'gok sneered, "Durotan, you are ultimately just an Orcs. Your understanding of magic is insufficient; that is your weakness."
Boom!
The Arcane Cataclysm Clouds shattered, and countless Arcane energies poured down like raindrops. These scattered Arcane energies were very weak and could hardly cause any damage, so Durotan didn't take them seriously.
Strangely, Durotan felt a tingling pain on his skin, and when he looked at the spot of the pain, an ominous purple color spread outwards.
This is Arcane Corruption!
Durotan was shocked. The area of Corruption on his skin continued to expand, and before long, half of his body turned purple. He gradually lost control of his body.
In this duel between leaders, Durotan was defeated. He took a deep breath and, before his right hand lost control, crushed the Rune Stone he had prepared beforehand.
With a flash of light, Durotan vanished.
Mar'gok was taken aback, not expecting that the other party would have a teleportation item.
"In the end, I emerged victorious, Gorian Empire rose again."
Mar'gok excitedly raised his staff high.
Seeing that Durotan had already fled, Jaina lost her will to fight and used Blink repeatedly to escape to a corner of the shield.
Garrosh and Sylvanas broke free of their opponents almost simultaneously and moved towards Jaina.
Archmage Khadgar did not use a spell that prevented teleportation. In a desperate struggle, his side might also pay a price. For the sake of the Holy Light, there was no need to go for the kill.
Jaina calmly opened the Portal and left with Garrosh and Sylvanas.
Mar'gok watched them disappear, then turned to Grommash Hellscream and his two companions, and sneered:
"I've heard that Orcs will never be slaves; perhaps I can grant you your dignity."
Grommash Hellscream blinked, then was the first to discard Gorehowl and kneel on the ground.
"Great Imperator Mar'gok, I am willing to be your most loyal slave."
Kilrogg and Blackhand hurriedly knelt on the ground, submitting to the Imperator. Seeing this, a large number of Lightforging Orcs also knelt down.
Mar'gok laughed heartily:
"From this day forward, I am the great Warlords of Draenor."
The Thunderlord Clan, inside Gromgal's skeleton.
Durotan fell from the sky and landed in front of the throne. The Shadow power slowly descended, gradually dispelling the Arcane Corruption within his body.
After a long while, the extremely weak Durotan slowly opened his eyes, and an Orcs maid brought him a glass of fine wine.
The scalding liquor entered his stomach, and Durotan let out a long breath, feeling much better.
"Mar'gok, although I have failed, you will not have the last laugh either. We'll see."
Durotan entered the secret chamber and prayed to Gromgal.