"By the Holy Light."
Upon witnessing A'dal's appearance, Griftah panicked and inadvertently betrayed the Trolls ' faith.
Archivist Reshad, suddenly realized what was happening. He ended his dance, closed the scroll, looked up at the Naaru in the sky, and murmured to himself:
"Shadows obscure the sun, ravens devour the sky—it turns out to be a cryptic saying passed down for millennia: the Holy Light is the true enemy of the Arakkoa."
The reborn Terokk was not yet able to adapt to the Naaru's light, so he covered his eyes with his right wing and relied solely on his left wing to maintain flight.
"A'dal, tell everyone, when did you arrive in Draenor World?"
A'dal's voice was as gentle as ever. "The Holy Light is with you forever."
Terokk a cold laugh, "A'dal, perhaps others don't know, but my soul has been in the Shadowlands for many years and already knows everything. When Draenor World was first created, you set your sights on us. It was you who secretly instigated the Wind Serpent God Sethe to fight against Rukhmar, leading to Sethe's demise."
The Archivist Reshad, changed his expression drastically.
A'dal's appearance proves that he is connected to the fall of Terokk.
Who could have imagined that things were not just like that? Years ago, the conflict between the firebird Rukhmar, the raven god Anzu, and the Wind Serpent god Sethe was actually orchestrated by A'dal.
Legendary in ancient times, Rukhmar's soul was touched by the power of Holy Light.
A'dal sighed, "Don't you understand? The Holy Light only brings salvation, not destruction."
"Are you here to save me today?" Terokk scoffed.
A'dal said softly, "The dead belong to the Shadowlands and should not return on their own. You have violated a taboo, and for the sake of Draenor, I must send you back."
Before he finished speaking, A'dal shot out a dazzling beam of light.
Enveloped in this light, Terokk let out a painful groan. The light shone through Terokk, onto the ground, and scattered in all directions, burning any Orcs that came near to ashes.
"Shadows shroud the sun, A'dal, go back to your Holy Light stronghold. The Spires of Arak are not a place for your rampage."
A huge raven appeared, its shadow behind it resembling a mountain peak.
Countless black wings obscured the sky, blocking A'dal's Holy Light. A'dal's voice changed slightly:
"Anzu, the Raven King, you have finally revealed yourself after hiding in the Shadowlands. I have been waiting for you for a long time."
"Anzu, it really is Anzu."
Archivist Reshad, stared wide-eyed with immense excitement, finally having encountered the Legendary ancient deity.
Anzu took a few steps forward, and the entire Valley shook.
"A'dal, I've been waiting for this day for a long time too. As cunning as you are, why would you fight me alone? Stop hiding your true intentions and reveal your schemes."
You know me very well.
A'dal chuckled softly, "The Naaru save the world through wisdom, not brute force. Your old friend Sethe has become a member of the Army of the Light. You betrayed him years ago; it's time to avenge your blood debt. Sethe, God of the Wind Serpents, return."
A cold wind swept through the Valley.
The essence of the Orcs's melted flesh and blood combined to form a gigantic crimson Wind Serpent, enveloped in dense Scarlet Holy Light.
Holy Light comes in many colors, but the light of the Naaru is generally characterized by its Fervor brilliance and golden hue.
The intense Scarlet Holy Light symbolizes rage, and the Wind Serpent God Sethe is not in a normal state.
"Anzu, I trusted you so much!" The Wind Serpent God Sethe, spoke in a hoarse, unpleasant voice. "I sought your help, hoping to join forces to defeat Rukhmar, but you deceived me, watching me bear Rukhmar's flames alone at the crucial moment. It's time to settle this ancient grudge."
"Sethe, because I knew then that you had been blinded by the fervent Holy Light," Anzu said regretfully. "Rukhmar was the first to come into contact with the Holy Light, and she warned both of us. I heeded her advice and stayed away from the Holy Light, but you became hopelessly addicted to Holy Light power."
"Heh, you don't understand how wonderful the Holy Light is. Come and receive the Holy Light with me."
Sethe's eyes shot out a blood-red light, locking onto Anzu, rendering both of them unable to move.
From Sethe's incomplete body, countless blood-red Ooze were born, shrouded in ominous Scarlet Holy Light just like Sethe.
The Ooze slowly crawled toward Anzu, attempting to Corruption his body.
"Poor Sethe, you received the curse of the Holy Light, not salvation."
Anzu spread its wings, unleashing a rain of feathers that shattered the blood-red Ooze like sharp blades.
The two sides were temporarily locked in a stalemate. Above the sky, A'dal spoke gently:
"Terokk, let me send you back to the Shadowlands. The dead should not disturb the world of the living."
A'dal gathered the Power of the Holy Light, preparing to crush Terokk's body in one fell swoop.
A faint sigh rose and echoed between heaven and earth.
A firebird the size of a mountain appeared on the horizon and was right in front of us in an instant.
"A'dal, I had no intention of being your enemy, but you have used the suffering of Draenor World as a stepping stone to your advancement. I cannot tolerate you."
"Rukhmar, the creator of the Arakkoa." The Archivist Reshad, hurriedly unrolled the scroll and recorded Rukhmar's true appearance.
On Rukhmar's back, intense Flames burned fiercely, an energy similar to Holy Light.
A'dal said with a hint of surprise:
"Rukhmar, how could someone as clever as you not see through this? It's a trap set for you. That's right, I'm no match for you one-on-one, so I brought in help."
Two dense clusters of Fel suddenly appeared, from which two tall figures emerged.
One of them was a winged Demons, wielding a terrifying greatsword, larger than Anzu, who Pride stared at Rukhmar in the air.
The other was a Legion mech, its tall mechanical body enveloped in dense Fel energy.
Legion Lord Kazzak, the Fel Reaver Doomwalker.
Knowing that A'dal was colluding with the Legion, Rukhmar was not surprised and said softly:
"You've been planning this for a long time, haven't you? That's truly touching." Rukhmar flapped his wings, and a streak of fire shot straight at Kazzak.
Kazzak held his greatsword horizontally, blocking the flames. Doomwalker bent down, revealing the cannon muzzle on his back, and immediately flames erupted and cannon fire roared.
Gorkan Bloodfist hid behind a boulder, trembling.
Both were Legendary and terrifying beings, and Gerkan dared not show himself, lest he be implicated and die an unexplained death.
An Orcs officer risked his life to rush across the Valley, found Gerkan, and loudly asked for his advice:
"Sir, the Evil Burning Legion is right before our eyes. We Mag'har Orcs should bravely stand up! Give the order! The brothers are ready!"
Gerkan glanced at him sideways and slapped him across the face.
"Are you an idiot? You believe fabricated stories? Mag'har Orcs are nothing but trash, ants. How could they possibly be a match for these big guys?"
The Orcs officer covered his face, stammering and unable to utter a sound.
Gerkan seemed to realize something and cautiously raised his head to observe the battle.
In the battle between Sethe and Anzu had the upper hand, with feathers flying everywhere, making it impossible for the Ooze to get close.
The Orcs had no trouble dealing with the slime; that was the only thing they could do to help.
A thought suddenly occurred to Gerkan: he couldn't let these 30,000 Orcs go back. His eyes darted around, and he said:
"The critical moment of life and death has arrived; the Mag'har Orcs must fight bravely."
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