"It's a success!" Mar'gok secretly delighted, almost shouting out loud.
Antonidas's face darkened. It had gone too smoothly; the Naaru were not so easy to kill.
Just as Antonidas had predicted, a crisp sound rang out, and a smaller Naaru shattered, sacrificing its life without hesitation.
With the sacrifice of this Naaru, the rain of light reversed and reassembled into a cube-shaped structure, Light-Hunter Kuber unharmed.
"Is this Draenor's welcome ceremony for me? How interesting," Light-Hunter Kuber with a disdainful laugh.
Mar'gok's heart sank; thankfully, the attack wasn't over yet.
A golden Rune suddenly appeared, as large as a Clefthoof, its tail ablaze with fiery red flames.
Unlike the previous surprise attacks, the Light-Hunter Kuber was prepared, with layers of golden shields surrounding him.
Unexpectedly, the golden Rune spread its wings and stuck to Kubor's body like chewing gum, and the crimson flames ignited the Holy Light.
Light-Hunter Kuber shed a layer of his body in an attempt to break free from the Runes ' entanglement, but to no avail; the Runes once again adhered to his body.
"You are not worthy to challenge the Naaru."
Kubor emitted an unimaginable light, and almost everyone's vision went dark, making it impossible for them to see for a short time.
When his vision returned, the golden Rune had burned away completely.
Mar'gok wasn't in a hurry. This Rune represented the highest achievement of the Ogre Empire, but his goal was merely to deplete the Naaru's energy.
After a long journey through space, the Naaru's energy was depleted. This should be Kubor's last reserve before the final blow.
The sky suddenly darkened, thick clouds gathered, and dark clouds shrouded the sky above Nagrand, even affecting the vertical pillar of Holy Light, which was temporarily severed.
The five Naaru surrounding Kubor hummed uneasily, but Kubor's expression remained unreadable.
From within the dark clouds, a massive, grayish-white arm emerged and delivered a powerful punch to Kubor.
His arms were like rocks, with countless cracks on the surface, as if they had been battered by wind and rain for tens of thousands of years. His fists were covered with a layer of purple light, exuding an aura of destruction.
The Draenor World hides the secrets of the Titans. The Gorian Ogre Empire's ability to defeat the Arakkoa and become the ruler of this world is related to their discovery of the Titans' secrets.
Beneath Highmaul in Nagrand lies a secret ruin, Ogre Empire has excavated multiple times.
This arm, possibly belonging to Titans, is the most important relic in the ruins. The Ogres paid a heavy price to forge it into a weapon.
Kubor panicked and struggled to escape, but the arm was governed by some kind of rule, and no matter how Kubor dodged, he would become the target. He could only concentrate his last bit of strength to withstand it.
"Bang!"
With a not-so-loud thud, Narukub was shattered by a punch. This time, instead of shattering into a rain of fire, countless golden ghosts burst forth, flying at high speed in all directions.
No one survived this terrible blow; all five Naaru who had come with Kubor were shattered.
However, this final blow also exhausted the last of the rock arm's strength, turning it into dust.
Silence fell over the pyramid. The kneeling Old Lightforging Orcs, couldn't help but raise their heads. Had the Naaru, who had descended, been annihilated just like that?
Many people couldn't believe their eyes. As the dark clouds in the sky dispersed and the sun shone brightly on the earth, Naaru had vanished without a trace.
Of course, Imperator Mar'gok would not admit to killing the descending Naaru. He shrugged and delivered a loud speech:
"It is with great regret that our revered Naaru have been ambushed. This shameless crime must have come from the Burning Legion. The Holy Light protects us and gives us hope. I swear to avenge the Naaru. Let us remember this hatred and fight for the Holy Light."
Mar'gok and proud, ready to receive the cheers of the crowd.
Unexpectedly, the scene fell silent. After a brief silence, countless Lightforging Orcs collapsed to the ground, and specks of light flew out from their heads, condensing into one in the sky above the pyramid. Familiar praises rang out again, Light-Hunter Kuber, with his six subordinates, appeared before everyone unharmed.
Mar'gok stared in disbelief, almost unable to believe his eyes. Despair overwhelmed him, and he could only helplessly shout:
Praise be to the Holy Light.
The resurrection of Light-Hunter Kuber and his minions consumed the lives of over 300,000 Lightforging Orcs.
"You understand nothing of the power of the Holy Light, a bunch of insignificant and pathetic people."
The continuous attacks enraged the Light-Hunter Kuber, who made no attempt to conceal his contempt for the Draenor World:
"I am very dissatisfied with the welcoming ceremony. You have offended a Naaru, and I swear, you will pay the price."
A strange buzzing sound came from nearby, and a floating island suddenly appeared.
Upon closer inspection, the floating island was found to be composed of countless black bones, covered with the banners of the Thunderlord Clan.
Mar'gok was horrified. Had Durotan really dismantled Gromgal's skeleton? That was the home of the Thunderlord Clan!
Unlike Imperator Mar'gok's evasiveness, Durotan appeared above the floating island, seemingly intending to take a desperate gamble.
In the Light's Hope Chapel, Aman'Thul opened his eyes and was teleported to the vicinity of the Flesh-Eternal in Orgrimmar.
At this moment, Orgrimmar had been occupied by the Lightforging Quilboars led by Garrosh, Flesh-Eternal without any restraint. The Two-headed Velen had endured this for a long time.
A treacherous voice rang in Velen's ears, carrying an irresistible authority:
"Arise, the time has come! The Naaru has descended upon the world of Dranu. If you can successfully devour him, you will become a true god."
"I can't wait."
The Two-headed Velen suddenly released his mental power, and the massive body of the Flesh-Eternal extended countless tentacles.
Upon seeing this, the Lightforging Quilboar surrounding the Flesh-Eternal scattered in terror. The Two-headed Velen had no time to argue with them; his tentacles enveloped his entire body, forming a golden cocoon.
The cocoon transformed very quickly; in less than a quarter of an hour, a large amount of golden carapace fell off, and a huge Faceless Ones emerged from it.
The Faceless Ones waved his limbs, and a Portal appeared before him, leading to the Plaguelands.
Plaguelands the Corin's Crossing.
After replacing Tirion Fordring as the Flesh-Eternal, Lucas endured excruciating pain day and night, his soul torn apart countless times, only to be pieced back together again, utterly broken.
The Faceless Ones crossed the Portal and appeared near Lucas the Flesh-Eternal, its sharp, pincer-like arms plunging viciously into his back.
Lucas felt a dizzying sensation as a large amount of flesh and blood was absorbed into the Faceless Ones's body.
The Faceless Ones let out a hearty laugh, and a large amount of golden armor appeared on its body, while a pair of enormous bone wings grew from its back.
The head moved to the right shoulder, and a new head grew from the left shoulder after a wriggling motion.
Aman'Thul nodded in satisfaction. "Very good, Velen. This mutated Faceless Ones's strength is now almost on par with the Old Gods. Go, devour the Naaru, and become a true god."
Interestingly, Lucas did not die. Between the Faceless Ones's two heads, a thick layer of hair covered a fleshy, tumor-like protrusion with a nose and eyes.