Everyone stared in disbelief. Holy Light shone upon the earth, and these animals seemed to have gained sentience.
Unfortunately, their minds were controlled by the Holy Light, and they could only praise Holy Light in unison.
"Slavery is not the worst thing; at least in terms of thought, slavery offers freedom."
Imperator Mar'gok sighed, "If even one's thoughts are controlled and one cannot act autonomously, what difference is there between this and death?"
The scene shifts to a small camp, where about a dozen or so escaped Orcs are gathered. They are vultures from the wilderness, known for their ferocity.
Strangely, these Orcs were barely clothed, emaciated, and knelt devoutly on the ground praising the Holy Light.
Holy Light is a form of life energy, so it can't make them grow fat and strong; it can only maintain the minimum level of life.
Mar'gok said with a faint sneer:
"Look at these poor Orcs. Beasts praise the Holy Light and, when hungry, will instinctively hunt for food, but for intelligent beings like us, they can do nothing but praise. Thankfully, our research on the Holy Light has progressed, Highmaul is protected by Magic Shield, and the Frostwolf Clan and Thunderlord Clan live within Gromgal's skeletons."
"I regret to inform you all," Mar'gok said worriedly, "That our protective shield has developed cracks and could collapse at any moment. When that happens, Highmaul will become a dead city that loudly praises the Holy Light. There's no time left."
Fear was evident on everyone's faces; they would rather be slaves of the Burning Legion than become withered bones praising the Holy Light.
Imperator Mar'gok's decision was correct; the Burning Legion accepted a large number of Ogre slaves, and the Ogres of Highmaul escaped Draenor through the Legion Portal.
The selected five hundred people arrived in Tanaris, Kalimdor.
The Ogre hid their branding marks under their clothes, unwilling to reveal them.
Although a large sum of money was paid to secure passage, the Ogre Empire had accumulated considerable wealth over thousands of years, and the five hundred chosen were all of high social standing, making them popular with the Gadgetzan Goblins.
The eternal realm of death in Theramore has been formed, successfully sealing the Holy Light's Gate.
Chen Stormstout finally managed to free up the energy and time to build the luxurious palace in Orgrimmar. With the tireless work of numerous Lightforging Orcs day and night, the palace was beginning to take shape.
In the Mythic of the Pandaren, there has always been a Legendary about the Heavenly Palace, a magnificent palace built above the clouds, inhabited by gods even more noble than the August Celestials.
Legendary the Monkey King and Emperor Shaohao once visited the Heavenly Palace, and later generations have used their imaginations to depict the magnificence and splendor of the Heavenly Palace.
Chen Stormstout is determined to make the Heavenly Palace a reality in Orgrimmar, and he spares no effort in doing so, leaving the daily chores to Khadgar.
That day, Khadgar found Chen Stormstout.
Chen Stormstout, munching on beef while being served by the slave "Thrall," asked impatiently:
"Is it the Tauren from Thunder Bluff causing trouble again? Don't they know that making food is a blessing?"
"The rebellion at Thunder Bluff has been quelled." Khadgar handed over a letter. "It's from the Draenei, Amado."
Amado was a formidable opponent, Chen Stormstout, not wanting to be negligent, hurriedly accepted the letter.
When unfolded, it reveals a painting: a blade of grass in a field, only the part above ground has been removed, while the roots remain buried in the soil.
"To cut the weeds, you must nip them in the bud." Chen Stormstout's eyes darted around. "Does that mean I should deal with Taran Zhu?"
Khadgar reminded him, "Her Imperator Mar'gok and the people of Highmaul have entered Gadgetzan and fortified the city."
Chen Stormstout, skeptical, said, "I heard they only have five hundred men; they can't cause any real trouble."
Khadgar solemnly stated, "Mar'gok, in the name of the legitimate royal bloodline of the Gorian Empire, has issued a command to all Ogres on Azeroth. High King Gordok of Dire Maul has already responded positively, pledging allegiance. The Stonemaul Ogres of Brackenwall Village have also submitted, and there are Ogres throughout Azeroth. If they unite, they will be a force to be reckoned with."
Chen Stormstout, exclaimed, "Has the situation become that serious? Mar'gok must die!"
"It must be added that all five hundred of Mar'gok's men have been branded by the Burning Legion, and many more Ogres have become slaves of the Legion. If Mar'gok is in trouble, they may return to support him, or it may attract the intervention of the Burning Legion." Given the gravity of the situation, Khadgar had to elaborate.
Chen Stormstout, stumped, thought to himself, "Khadgar, what should we do?" Even the carefully raised beef wasn't particularly delicious, tasting like chewing wax. After a long pause, he finally said, "Khadgar, what should we do?"
Khadgar, seemingly prepared, calmly replied, "Before the Cataclysm, the desert racetrack in Shimmering Flats was managed by a group of Goblins who had taken out a large insurance policy in Gadgetzan. After the Cataclysm, Shimmering Flats became a vast ocean, and the Goblin Gadgetzan refused to pay compensation. The two sides argued for a long time without reaching a conclusion."
"How much is the compensation?" Chen Stormstout.
"The Goblins are so greedy they could buy the whole of Gadgetzan, that they'd issue such an unreasonable insurance policy," Khadgar said.
Chen Stormstout pondered for a long time, "You mean to buy this Insurance Policy and then claim compensation from Gadgetzan as a reason to start a war?"
Khadgar chuckled and said, "I've already taken out Insurance Policy. In the name of the Razorfen Quilboars, we might as well attack Gadgetzan in Quilboar name. If things escalate and attract the Burning Legion, we can simply abandon the Quilboars and avoid getting burned ourselves."
"That's a good idea, let's go with it."
Chen Stormstout; he ate large mouthfuls of beef and said loudly:
"I'm leaving this matter entirely to you. I must focus my energy on the construction of the Heavenly Palace."
Khadgar acted swiftly and decisively, sending messengers to demand bail from Marin Noggenfogger, the mayor of Gadgetzan, while secretly mobilizing a large army. Through the Portal of his ally Zul'Farrak, a large number of Lightforging Orcs, Centaurs, Tauren, and others entered Tanaris, and he also deployed the navy to blockade the port.
Almost the instant the negotiations broke down, a massive army attacked Gadgetzan by land and sea, completely surrounding the city.
Marin Noggenfogger, who made his fortune with "Noggenfogger Elixir" in his early years, was a typical nouveau riche. He had never seen such a scene before and was so frightened that he almost fainted. He hurriedly sought help from Imperator Mar'gok.
Mar'gok, on the other hand, remained calm and composed, despite the fact that the other party was clearly coming for him. He was a seemingly unconcerned little Goblin, showing no signs of anxiety.
"I foresaw this situation before I entered Azeroth. Draenor World has endless Holy Light, and we have an Hourglass of Time Shard that can draw in enough Holy Light."
Khadgar the name of the Quilboar, is preparing to launch a general offensive.
Suddenly, a golden shield of Holy Light appeared above Gadgetzan, enveloping the entire city in golden light.
Khadgar brought in cannons to bombard the shield, but the shield proved indestructible.
Although he was completely baffled by the shield, Khadgar was relieved; the shield's appearance proved that the Burning Legion would not intervene.
There's only one option left: a siege. They can't break through the protective barrier, but the people inside the city need to eat.
A few days later, another message arrived: Durotan had led five hundred Orcs into Winterspring and were causing trouble, leaving Khadgar feeling like he was caught between a rock and a hard place.