The two Flesh-Eternal merged together, forming a powerful two-headed, winged Faceless Ones.
Lucas was terrified, feeling only the sound of wind rushing past his ears; the terrifying Faceless Ones's breath was filled with Thunder.
What is this little thing?
The two heads of the Faceless Ones looked at Lucas together. It was an unexpected head, which posed no immediate threat, but it was closely connected to its own flesh and blood, so it could not be killed.
Lucas trembled as he said, "I am Lucas, a human, who has taken the place of the great Tirion Fordring as the Flesh-Eternal."
Upon hearing Tirion Fordring's name, Velen's anger flared, and he roared furiously, "Useless trash! You actually serve that the Destroyer, Tirion Fordring!"
"No, the great Tirion Fordring Consecration everything for Azeroth, and I will not allow you to slander him," Lucas argued, mustering his courage.
"Don't you know that Tirion Fordring fed countless humans to the Orcs?" Velen demanded, his eyes wide.
Lucas shrank back, meekly replying, "The Orcs Consecration everything to save Azeroth; humans were meant to be Orcs food, it's our honor."
Velen was slightly taken aback, then both heads burst into laughter. He had seen too many people like Lucas. His eyes darted around, and he thought that perhaps he could make use of him.
Aman'Thul had already prepared Portal to Draenor World in the Plaguelands. The two-headed Faceless Ones crossed the Portal and arrived in the plains of Nagrand.
Durotan's expression was serious as the black floating island constructed from bones advanced at full speed, while the weapons installed on the island began to rain down on the Light-Hunter Kuber.
The cannons roared, and the crossbow bolts whistled through the air. The cannonballs and bolts, made from Gromgal's bones, contained pure dark power, only dimming the body of the Light-Hunter Kuber.
The Light-Hunter Kuber, however, was in no hurry, and chuckled dismissively:
"This world is quite interesting. They're just ants, yet they dare to defy the gods. How utterly presumptuous of them!"
Six smaller Naaru circled around Kubor, helping him withstand the attacks. Soon, three Naaru shattered, and the other three were also seriously injured and on the verge of death.
"Light can't kill you. I'll show you what despair is!" Kubor shouted.
More than 100,000 more Lightforging Orcs fell, their bodies condensing into particles of light that repaired the broken and damaged Naaru.
Durotan gritted his teeth and shouted, "Imperator Mar'gok, what are you waiting for? Don't hesitate!"
Kubor was able to drain the Lightforging Orcs to heal himself and his companions, making him almost invincible. Mar'gok's two heads simultaneously narrowed their eyes. He had the power of life and death over the Lightforging Orcs, but he simply couldn't bring himself to kill a million Lightforging Orcs.
Durotan yelled in desperation, "Fools! There's no need to kill them! Order them to abandon the Holy Light!"
Mar'gok's eyes lit up. If it was just about giving up the Holy Light, that wasn't difficult. He raised his staff and shouted the order:
"Embrace the Holy Light, and you will be bound by chains; relinquish the Holy Light, and you will be free."
The million Lightforging Orcs swayed simultaneously. After losing the Power of the Holy Light, they all felt weak and collapsed to the ground.
"Heh, do you think you can defeat me like this?" Kubor remained calm as the Holy Light reflected from the pyramid flowed into his body.
Durotan was prepared for this; a huge black head appeared in the sky, its mouth opening wide to cut off the beam of light, as if there were a terrifying black hole inside.
"Only by sacrificing everything can we be saved."
The floating islands were moving faster and faster, and neither crossbow bolts nor cannon fire could destroy them. Durotan had anticipated this, and he planned to use the floating islands to crash into Gromgard and kill the Light-Hunter Kuber with Gromgal's pure Shadow power.
After the million Lightforging Orcs abandoned the Holy Light, Kubor seemed to be out of options. The six smaller Naaru around him shattered, and the massive floating island crashed into him.
At the last moment of the collision, Durotan tore open a Teleportation Scroll.
Boom!
A terrifying roar erupted, Light and Darkness intertwined, unleashing a light that could annihilate everything, and the 1,500-meter-high pyramid shook violently.
Imperator Mar'gok stared intently at the site of the explosion, while Durotan, teleported to a nearby hill, nervously watched the outcome.
"Did it work?" Antonidas wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"God said, 'Let there be light.'" The Light-Hunter Kuber rang out once more.
Mar'gok and Durotan's expressions changed simultaneously; a chill seemed to sweep across the Nagrand plains, and the temperature suddenly dropped.
The sunlight and heat condensed together, and Kubor's cube-shaped body reappeared, surrounded by six smaller Naaru. The voices of praise rang out once more.
"What kind of monster is this?!" A wave of despair washed over Mar'gok, and he collapsed to the ground.
Durotan closed his eyes, shook his head with a wry smile, and wrinkles and white hair appeared at the same time, making him look decades older in an instant.
Kubor's mocking voice reached everyone's ears. "You've done a good job. The Army of the Light has brought hope and light to countless worlds, but has never encountered resistance. Even the Burning Legion has remained friendly with us. I'll remember that, Draenor World. You make me uncomfortable."
Mar'gok remained silent; he had one last trick up his sleeve: a trap hidden within the underground palace.
Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. Kubor exposed his plot without hesitation, mocking him:
"There is a destruction Magic Circle inside the palace below. This is probably your last resort, but it's useless against me. You don't understand what true power is at all."
As soon as he finished speaking, Kubor shone brightly once more, absorbing the light and heat of Nagrand. The temperature suddenly dropped, and snowflakes even began to fall in this hot season.
"We lost, didn't we?" Mar'gok murmured.
Antonidas, holding a snowflake, gazed at the white expanse of earth. "This is a power we cannot comprehend. Yes, we have lost."
Are you just going to give up like this?
A booming voice rang out, and a colossal two-headed Faceless Ones appeared, not much smaller than the 1,500-meter-tall pyramid. It spread out a pair of enormous bone wings and floated Anjing in the air.
The Light-Hunter Kuber was somewhat surprised. "The Faceless Ones, the Power of the Old Gods, so it really is a conspiracy originating from the Void, a bunch of restless old fogies."
Velen declared loudly, "Light Hunters possess the ability to control light; they are nobles among the Naaru, naturally detached, and regard life as worthless."
Kubor chuckled and said, "It seems you know the Army of the Light quite well!"
Velen chuckled slyly, "The Army of the Light has a strict hierarchy. The Naaru we usually see are just the lowest-ranking commoners. Ordinary methods cannot kill a nobleman, and I happen to know your weakness."
Kubor laughed and said, "My weakness is the sun. Unless you can destroy it, I am Invincible."
Velen's two heads shook together. "No need for such trouble. We just need to devour you, then put you to a test of will. As a Naaru Nobles, you've lived a life of luxury; your will is your weakness."
Kubor remained silent for a long while before finally saying, "I know you. You are Velen, a clown I enslaved years ago. Now, what are your conditions?"
Upon hearing that he was just a clown, Velen angrily replied, "It's simple, I don't want to be a clown anymore."