"Burning Blade Clan's fall is inevitable. Old Dal refused my invitation to go to Tanaan Jungle. This is his choice! He will bring Burning Blade Clan's Sword Saint to join Great Chieftain Blackhand's Horde. We will eventually see them on the battlefield."
Garadar Orcs In the town, Dick is preparing to pack for a long journey. Ner'zhul is beside him and seizes the time to explain his arrangements for the Burning Blade Clan. Shadowmoon Chieftain, who regained his determination in Oshu'gun Holy Land, took out a roll of animal skin with a special texture from his arms and handed it to Draenei Saint in front of him.
He warned:
"But as far as I know, Old Dal has not yet been able to unify the opinions within the clan.
After all, Burning Blade Clan is in a special situation. Sword Saint from various clans are not of the same mind. Their emphasis on honor and maintenance of traditions give us a precious opportunity. According to my calculation of time, Old Dal will definitely hold a clan meeting after returning to Havaro.
That means that in the most extreme case, Burning Blade Clan will break apart.
But that's no good for us!
I think we should end this tragedy before Old Dal brings back the contamination of the demonic blood and turns the noble Fireblade Blademasters into a group of mass murderers.
This animal skin scroll is Burning Blade Clan's "Blade Trial" oath. You have to sign your name on it and I will deliver it to the elders of the Burning Blade Clan. As long as they accept this oath, after you complete the prerequisites of Blade Trial, you can enter Havaro openly as a trialer.
When Old Dal returns to Burning Blade Holy Land, it is up to you to start a Mak'gora against him and seize the throne of the Burning Blade Clan Chieftain in this traditional way.
As long as you win, Burning Blade Clan's corrupt future will be destroyed!"
"Sounds a bit idealistic."
Dick took the animal skin roll, opened it, looked at the words on it, and said to Ner'zhul:
"Not to mention whether Old Dal and those Sword Saint elders will accept my trial application at this moment, but in your tradition, there is no foreigner who can serve as the Chieftain of a certain clan, right?"
"It definitely won't work in other clans, but Burning Blade Clan has its own national conditions here. As I said before, rules are rules. Burning Blade Clan's tradition was not set today."
Ner'zhul explained:
"They have absorbed elite warriors from various clans to become their members. This clan has no main inheritance. In the history of the Burning Blade Clan, there are many examples of wandering warriors from other clans becoming Chieftain. They also do not refuse foreigners to go to Havaro to learn the way of Sword Saint.
There were no alien Chieftains in the past simply because the Orcs Warriors' attainments in the Sword Saint way were too terrifying, but you are fully capable of creating new history.
What's more, now is not the time to dwell on tradition.
Compared to the entire clan that fell under the leadership of Old Dal, we can save one by one! Even if we look at the worst case scenario and those elders do not recognize the results of Mak'gora, we can at least eliminate the fierce generals under Great Chieftain Blackhand.
With the Sword Saint's terrifying mobility, destructive power and concealment, once they are scattered on the battlefield, all our walls and defenses will be rendered useless.
When our ancestors jointly attacked the Gorian Ogres many years ago, the Fireblade Blademasterss adopted this cruel and effective method of warfare. To this day, their reputation of coming and going without a trace and the Fireblade Banners that swung their sharp blades when they emerged from the shadows still make the Ogress terrified."
"I'm willing to try, but do you have enough time to confirm?"
Diakum cut his finger with a knife and signed his name on the oath of Blade Trial with blood.
At the moment when the signature was completed, the flames of the elements ignited, leaving traces of black ash on the signature. This proved that this oath letter also had some other powers, and perhaps it was a miracle witnessed by the elements.
He returned it to Ner'zhul and asked:
"I want to go to the final capital of the Gorian Ogre Empire first. It is conservatively estimated that it will take at least ten days to half a month to return. With the speed of Sword Saint's movement, I'm afraid."
"Matron Geyah and I will try our best to delay!"
Ner'zhul said in a deep voice:
"Burning Blade Clan not only has Sword Saint, they also have Shaman who specializes in war skills. Now that Ancestral Spirit has regained his freedom, all Shaman who respect the ways of their ancestors are our natural allies.
With their help, delaying time will not be a problem.
But you must first pass the pre-assessment of Blade Trial. I am not a member of the Burning Blade Clan, and I don't know much about the details of this mysterious trial that is only open to warriors, but I have found a helper and assessor for you.
That is a special identity Fireblade Blademasters.
Although he is not a member of the elders, he is quite prestigious in the Talador and Nagrand areas, and is deeply loved by the local Orcs. He is indeed qualified to be an assessor. You only need to complete the prerequisite trial as soon as possible under his guidance, and then return to Havaro."
Having said this, Shadowmoon Chieftain glanced at the Holy Light giant blade that Vigilant Saint put at hand. The simple and brutal weapon made people feel a chill on their necks.
Old Orcs reached out and stroked the unfinished artifact made by Holy Light, and said:
"I said before that I can help you complete the quenching of this "Ashbringer" and it is not empty talk. Among the Orcs clan, the clan that is most proficient in Elemental Forging is Blackrock Clan. They have created artifacts like Doomhammer.
Today, Great Chieftain Blackhand is the leader among Orcs forging masters. The Blackrock Plate Armor and Dark Hand warhammers he forged for himself are quite outstanding weapons.
However, Blackrock Clan is not the only one who is good at forging weapons. Holy Land Havaro of the Burning Blade Clan is also a Elemental Holy Land, where the power of Fire Elementals gathers. The swords used by every Sword Saint of that clan are forged by their own hands.
The generous blessing from the elements makes Blademaster's Blade a legendary weapon in the world of Draenor.
"Flame Blade Zun'xuu", which is only passed down between the Burning Blade Clan Chieftain, is the most perfect representative, which means that as long as you complete Blade Trial, the Shamans of the Burning Blade Clan will do their best to complete Elemental Quenching for your sword.
That means that this artifact created by Holy Light will also be blessed by the power of the attached elements, and its quality will be even higher."
"If that clan is really saved, then I will definitely do my best. We have completed the most difficult part of the two clans Alliance, and I don't mind doing more."
Diakum, who was wearing a full set of Guiding Light War Armor, nodded. He approved Ner'zhul's plan, stood up with his helmet in hand and said:
"What's more, it is Priest's duty to save souls and ensure that they do not fall under the temptation of darkness. I am happy to fulfill my Holy Light Doctrine in this way."
"Then it's time for you to set off."
Ner'zhul pointed outside the tent and said:
"Matron Geyah has prepared a strong enough Two-Headed Wyvern for you. It will carry you across Nagrand Plains and send you to the vicinity of Highmaul. We don't know the fighting situation there yet, so you must be careful.
The Burning Blade Clan examiner will be waiting for you halfway, and he has promised me that he will select the trial target for you at Nagrand."
"Hmm."
Dick wrapped Ashbringer's exaggerated sword body with animal skin and put it into Augure's Chest. Accompanied by the old Orcs, he strode out of the camp. Then he helplessly saw the two young Orcs standing in front of him.
Gaiara is carrying a baggage with a look of anticipation.
Her companionship with Diakum the Saint came from her mother's request, but she herself did not hate following a powerful mentor to hone her martial arts and build her own merits. However, Garrosh, who looked unhappy next to her, was also carrying an animal skin bag and leaning on his battle ax, which made people a little helpless.
"Matron Geyah really trusts me to take his precious grandson to the battlefield?"
Dick turned around and said to Ner'zhul:
"I am going to fight this time and try to resolve the crisis of Gorian Ogres on my own. Frankly speaking, I am not even sure."
"This is Nagrand, Vigilant, Warsong Clan regards this as their inviolable ancestral land, and Garrosh has the blood of the Warsong Clan flowing in his body."
Ner'zhul said in a deep voice:
"This is not even a question of whether Matron Geyah is willing or not, but Garrosh simply cannot refuse this responsibility. He must contribute his own strength to Nagrand's future. Fortunately, this child has been prepared for this.
I assure you that although he looks rude, it is just a cunning disguise of this kid. He has his own wisdom and will never cause you any trouble along the way."
"Well that's the case."
Dick rubbed his chin and said to Ner'zhul:
"Then simply bring along your dead-eyed son and Blackhand's daughter! If these brave young people are determined to devote themselves to the great cause of saving civilization, then let them start from now on to strengthen Consecration's own power for the K'ure Alliance.
Ms. Draka entrusted me to train her daughter. My idea is that since we have to train her daughter anyway, it is better to train a few more.
I will try my best to ensure that they survive the battle of Highmaul, and I hope they can keep up with the cruel practical training subjects of Hand of Argus."
"Hey, it's not like I haven't dealt with your Hand of Argus veterans before."
Garrosh felt that he was underestimated, he complained:
"Warsong Clan and Krokuun Legion have been dealing with each other on this grassland for two hundred years. I admit that those thousands-year-old veterans are very powerful, but that's it. They are not as strong as you brag!"
"That's because you are not demons, Garrosh. You should feel lucky for this. The warriors under my command have bound all their malice and murderous intent to "Demon-Slaying Oath", which allows them to unleash unimaginable combat effectiveness when facing demons.
But the devil will arrive in this world soon, and by that time, you will witness the glory of Hand of Argus's demon-slaying with your own eyes."
Diakum put his full-coverage Celestial Gold battle helmet dotted with blue crystal fragments, like a crown, on his head, and said angrily:
"I hope you, young man, will not be frightened by then. Come on, bring your weapons, we are going to the battlefield!"
Soon, a group of five Two-Headed Wyvern flew away from the Garadar camp in the dawn light.
As Diakum requested, Yorin Death-Eye, who was still sleepy-eyed, and Griselda Blackhand, who had a bandage around his neck, were asked to join the adventure of this war.
Blackhand's Daughter's Two-Headed Wyvern is especially huge and covered with armor. It looks like a carefully tamed beast leader. This is her "privilege" as the daughter of Blackrock Chieftain. Behind it is a large and comfortable saddle, on which she and her three Valkyrie sit together.
Speaking of which, Griselda Blackhand and the three Valkyrie guards are also "well-established."
When they first appeared, Dick felt that these three tough women Orcs looked "familiar".
Later, after being in contact for a long time, he remembered from the unique fighting style and exquisite coordination of these three guys, weren't these the three "Iron Valkyrie" who served Blackhand in Draenor in another timeline?
Warrior Gaan, assassin Suka, hunter Maraka.
The three extremely talented Blackrock Clan girls Orcs with "interesting" names can hardly find the opportunity to display their fighting power and talent in today's Blackrock Clan. They are very loyal to their Mistress Griselda Blackhand because this brave lady discovered them and gave them the possibility to show their strength.
But these three women Warrior are not just good at fighting, they are also the "think tanks" that Griselda has found for himself.
For example, at this time, when the team composed of Two-Headed Wyvern passed Nagrand Plains at high altitude, the female Warrior Gaan who was changing dressing for Griselda's wound took a careful look at Draenei Saint in front of her.
She bared her teeth and whispered to Mistress:
"Madam, do you really believe that this so-called "K'ure Alliance" can bring any benefit to Orcs? Even if it does, is this benefit really great enough for you to dare to rebel against your father?"
"Yes, Mistress, I always feel that your choice is a bit too hasty."
Assassin Suka polished his fist blade and whispered:
"Now is a good opportunity!
We can take the opportunity to slip away and return to Tanaan Jungle to report Oshu'gun to Great Chieftain. We should tell Great Chieftain the ugly role Gul'dan and his Shadow Council played in it.
Persuade him to chop off that Warlock dog's head!"
"Or, we can be more direct."
The ruthless hunter Maraka, wearing a black eye patch and holding a flying dragon bone war bow, suggested:
"The battlefield is too chaotic. Even Draenei Saint will die suddenly in danger when bad luck comes. Bringing his head back to the fortress will definitely let your father see your glory."
Facing the three people's persuasion, Griselda Blackhand shook his head.
Although her throat injury was healed by Vigilant, the scar left behind still made her feel pain every time she opened her mouth, and Blackhand's Daughter's mind would be filled with the words that her idol, Ms. Draka, said to her in Oshu'gun Holy Mountain.
A few seconds later, Griselda endured the pain and said hoarsely:
"Reverent obedience only leads to long-lasting servitude!
Ms. Draka showed me the future I should choose. Sisters, instead of serving my father, why don't we challenge him? Why don't we win our glory with our own hands?
From unfair Blackrock Clan It's not worth your Consecration life for me, but we can shape our own clan!
After defeating my father, and after I obtain the honorable title of Blackrock Chieftain, I will personally build it into a clan that does not judge its future based on gender or origin. By then, anyone who has the ability can come forward.
Gaan, you will be my Hand of the Chieftain!
Suka, you will be my Shadow of the Chieftain!
Maraka, I will give you the glory of leading Wolf Rider to hunt down all Chieftain's enemies!
Sisters, we should embark on our own Path of Glory. The peaceful coexistence advocated by the K'ure Alliance is indeed naive in my opinion, but compared to the degradation and destruction of the entire civilization and even the world, we have no choice.
Unless, you are also willing to try the damn potion that bastard Gul'dan handed you.
You personally executed the four Felblood Orcs that my father gave me, will you be willing to become such a monster?"
"Of course not, Mistress."
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Warrior Gaan gritted her teeth, moved her shoulders in discomfort, and said:
"The scene of executing those monsters made me feel hairy all over. When I think that our people will become like that Green Skins, I feel desperate for Great Chieftain's rule."
"It is no honor to rule over a group of monsters."
Suka also shook his head and said:
"Compared with that kind of future, even dying in battle is a relief."
Maraka did not answer, but she put down the war bow that she had been aiming at Diakum the Saint vaguely. She looked around and said to her Mistress:
"If you must take this path, then we should start thinking of ways to promote your reputation from now on. You will stay here and follow this Saint to fight for the future of the tribe. The three of us will return to Gorgrond and recruit those tribesmen who are unwilling to drink the demonic blood for you in the ancestral land of the Blackrock Clan.
Whether you're fighting or looking to the future, you need your own troops!"
"I have a better idea!"
Female Warrior Gaan has an excellent strategic vision. She rolled her eyes and said to Griselda:
"We should go to Frostfire Ridge and find Orgrim Doomhammer! That guy has always complained about Gul'dan, and he has a very high reputation in the clan and takes good care of you. He values the future of the clan and his own honor more than his life. He must understand your choice."
"And Eitrigg Warlord!"
Suka also suggested:
"Eitrigg is the wisest High Overseer of the Blackrock Clan. If it is to leave a hope for the clan, he will not refuse! As long as these two people are willing to help, even if it is just a little bit from their fingers, you will have a strong army in an instant."
"When you take a break, you can go! This Iron Flying Dragon Mistress will be left to you to control."
Griselda coughed and said:
"Gaiara and I share a flying dragon. Sisters, our future is entrusted to you. I swear on my life that I will never let you down like my father!"
The four tough women Orcs quickly made a plan.
When everyone landed after more than an hour of flight, the three Valkyrie drove the flying dragon and left. Diakum did not stop them. No matter what Griselda was planning, it was Blackrock Clan's internal affairs.
He's a foreigner Saint It's better not to interfere casually.
He is now looking for the "assessor" Burning Blade Clan according to the location left by Ner'zhul. There is a pile of bonfires that have not been extinguished by the river bank where they fell. It is obvious that that guy is nearby.
"Come out!"
Diakum took off his helmet and shouted loudly:
"Your Windwalk is very powerful and blends in with the shadow almost perfectly, but I can still detect you."
No one responded to Dick's call. There was only the whistling sound of the surrounding grassland blown by the wind. It seemed that there was no one here.
But Saint reached out and took Spine of Magic from Gaiara's hand, weighed it in his hand, and threw it towards the grass in front of him. Before the spear hit the ground, a light knife flashed past.
The halberd pierced into the ground with a whoosh, and the hidden figure Fireblade Blademasters also emerged from hiding.
Standard Sword Saint dress.
Wearing black combat leather armor, carrying a Fireblade Banner on his back, raising his hair and simply tying it up behind his head, wearing a combat rosary around his neck to gather elemental power, and carrying a Fireblade Blademasters war knife on his back.
The weapon that blocked the war spear just now was not a sharp blade, but just a knife used for skinning.
He stared at Diakum and Orcs in front of him, and the other side also stared at him, and then Garrosh exclaimed:
"A "Havorosen"?"
"Whoosh"
The other party's voice disappeared in a flash, and when it reappeared, the skinning knife was already pressed against Young Master Hellscream's neck. Obviously, the words "Havorosen" made the mixed-race Sword Saint very dissatisfied.
"Don't bully children!"
Diakum whispered:
"We don't have that much time to get to know each other, Lantressor Fireblade. If you are really Ner'zhul Chieftain who asked for help, then start Blade Trial now."
The mixed-race Sword Saint in front of him looked Dick up and down.
Like Dick's "granddaughter" Garona, he has skin between brown and blue. Because half of the Draenei bloodline makes this guy stronger than the ordinary Orcs, and has flexibility and agility that exceeds the limits of Orcs. However, the slight hunchback caused by the Orcs bloodline is still unavoidable.
However, he does not have Draenei pupils as beautiful as Garona, there is just a slight invisible shimmer around the pupils of the eyes.
Compared to a "perfect hybrid" like Garona, the bloodline of the Sword Saint in front of him is more focused on the Orcs side, perhaps because his father is Orcs and his mother is Draenei, which is exactly the opposite of Garona.
"Okay! The first level of Blade Trial."
Lantressor Fireblade moved his shoulders, pulled out the clan member Battle Standard from behind, and inserted it into the ground with a bang. Then he reached out to hold the handle of the sword behind his back and made a "come" motion towards Diakum.
He cherished his words like gold and said:
"Spar, hold on for five minutes! You can't let go of your weapon, you can't dodge, and you can't be hit more than seven times."
Dick raised his eyebrows, took out Ashbringer from his luggage, leaned the giant blade on the ground, and said:
"What if I beat you?"
"You can't!"
Fireblade Blademasters said seriously:
"If I want to leave, you can't stop me."
"Indeed, Sword Saint's terrifying mobility is a headache, but I still plan to give it a try."
Diakum looked at this "old acquaintance" in front of him. He put on his battle helmet with a smile, raised the heavy giant blade with both hands, and said:
"There's good news, Lantresor, you don't have to worry about the competition and don't dare to strike hard! I'm a legend Priest. As long as I don't get hacked to death by you on the spot, I can save myself. So, let's fight with real swords and guns!
Speaking of which, I also have a Havorosen granddaughter."
Facing this "provocation", Lantresor narrowed his eyes for a moment. At the moment when the black sword engraved with fire patterns was unsheathed, Sword Saint's body shook and three vivid mirror images of the elements alternately covered the main body's attack, attacking Diakum.
Getting started is a great move!
Obviously, he thought Diakum was mocking his lineage, but Saint was really just telling the truth.
"Ahem."
A violent cough sounded from the prison van, causing Lelan who was on his way to rush over to check on his "daughter". She looked worriedly at Garona, whose condition was getting worse and worse, and said:
"Hold on, daughter, your uncle Nubodon has found the traces of those white ghosts. Yorin Death-Eye gave us the Warlock spell before leaving to find traces of your Overmind Orb. You will recover soon."
"Don't worry about me, mother."
Garona was curled up in the prison car with her arms folded. She tried her best to resist the dark temptation that kept echoing in her mind. She shook her body and said to Lelan:
"Stop looking for it, it's a trap! Gul'dan won't let me go so easily. Anyone who wants to save me will be dragged into hell by me. Kill me, mother, and give me a glorious relief!
I don't want to trouble you any more and I don't want to be an accomplice of darkness anymore."
"Stop talking nonsense!"
Lelan scolded:
"I didn't work so hard to raise you just to see you showing such a weak expression at this time! What do you mean by those weak tears?
Hold on, kid, Diakum Uncle will help too.
Your nominal grandfather easily defeated Gul'dan, and I believe that even Overmind Orb can't do anything to him."
"Draenei's Saint will protect you because you are his child, mother, but I am just a Havorosen."
Garona sighed:
"He has no reason to protect me. I am only half of Draenei."
"Don't be stupid, Vigilant wants to protect more than just Draenei. His kindness and protective morality are not as narrow-minded as you think."
Lelan reached out and stroked Garona's sweaty forehead in the cage, and she encouraged:
"Those who are protected by him will never let him down. This is true for me and the same for you! Hold on, there will always be a ray of light shining on you and me in the darkness."
"But darkness can also extinguish the weak light, mother."
Garona curled up tighter and whispered:
"Darkness is not your domain. Gul'dan will set up an ambush there. My soul is his bait. He wants to use it to capture your Saint. His light will be extinguished, but he seems like a good person.
Don't let him come."
"Lelan! Get ready to fight, the charm given by Jorin points to the white ghost lair ahead! Overmind Orb is right there!"
The shout of Yrel came from the front, causing Lelan to grab her Sapphire Staff. She gave Garona a smile and turned around to support her companions. She would never give up. This silent belief made Garona cover her head. She pinched her skin and gritted her teeth and yelled in a low voice:
"Get away! Get away! I won't hurt them again as you want, you bitch, Gul'dan! I will definitely cut off your head with my own hands!"