Brown Orcs Will Never Be Slaves: Let Pure Warsong Replace Fel Warsong, Let the Orthodox Horde Surpass the Demon Blood Horde
Vigilant is a leader who is very measured in business matters.
He believed that how to arrange the group of Warsong Orc trapped on the Highmaul battlefield was an internal issue within Orcs, so he said that if he did not participate, he really had no intention of participating in the slightest, and did not even allow Yrel and Nubodon to be too involved.
The two recruits can also understand Saint's concerns.
If things go wrong today, it will trigger an internal split within the Warsong Clan. If there are Draenei involved, even if they are just helping, they will be blamed in the future, and they may be used by bastards like Gul'dan to slander these Blue Skinss for their tricks.
The best way is to let Garrosh "Warsong Exile" solve the problem by himself.
Of course, that being said, asking the young Warlord, who is far from reaching his own limit, to "persuade" the Warsong Clan pioneers of at least 300 people to surrender is basically equivalent to asking him to die, so the secret help that should be given is still indispensable.
The evil-minded Wizard Head fulfilled the "king's promise".
Outside the collapsed Gorgrond Temple, the Ogres bastard who wanted to see Hellscream's father-son duel generously opened its king's treasure house and allowed Garrosh, who assisted Ogres to defeat "Ancient Stone Guardian" Tectus, to choose weapons and protective gear.
Ogres's protective gear cannot be worn by Orcs, so Garrosh can only choose weapons that fit his hand.
Fortunately, Wizard Head had enough collections, so he quickly walked out of it carrying a giant hammer tomahawk with a strong Ogres style. This thing looked unattractive, almost just a rock or wooden weapon. The rough fusion of the stick and the iron blade is just like a mace, but upon closer inspection, it is not difficult to find that the rocks that make up the ax body are obviously strengthened by Ogres runes, and the iron blade is also wrapped with the power of the elements.
"Ha, tasteful!"
Wizard Head praised:
"This "Gronn Lord's Axe" is the trophy obtained by the Gorian Empire from the legendary Gronn during his last expedition to Gorgrond. It is a bit ugly, but I can guarantee that it is the most suitable weapon for Warrior.
It is said that the power of Lord Gronn is gathered in it, allowing you to hit with crushing force every time."
"No matter how good it is, it will never be looked down upon by the Warsong Clan's Orcs."
Gaiara complained from the side:
"For Warsong Orc, the best weapon in the world is always an axe, and the best ax is always only one. That thing is now in the hands of Grom Hellscream."
"This set of armor is my backup protective gear. It is a black plate armor that I beat with my own hands in the elemental flames of Blackrock Foundry."
Blackhand's Daughter, who had always been Leng Ao and was unwilling to get too close to Gaiara and Garrosh, showed a rare act of generosity. She placed a set of the Blackrock Clan's unique black plate armor in front of Garrosh and said to him:
"Even if I lent it to you, you don't have to pay it back! I don't like things used by others, but you will owe me a favor for this, do you understand? Hellscream's bastard. When you come back alive, this favor will be repaid!"
Garrosh nodded, and put Goblin's high-quality black plate armor on himself without saying a word.
The armor built by the blacksmiths of the Blackrock Clan is not differentiated between men and women. This thing is just right for Garrosh to wear.
When the kind-hearted Gaiara helped him tighten the Clefthoof leather belt on the armor, Nubodon stepped forward, handed a small bag to the young Orcs Warlord, and whispered:
"We cannot get involved in your Orcs's internal affairs, so these potions are the last help we can give you. Drink them when you need them at critical moments, and don't be stingy. Your Mak'gora ritual does not prohibit taking medicines between consecutive battles.
And take this thing with you!"
Garrosh looked at the strange stone that Nubodon put into his hand in confusion. This thing was dark and looked like some kind of rough statue. He said in surprise:
"Why did you give me a stone?"
"No discernment! This is the Pulsing Heart of Ancient Stone Guardian Tectus that was just purified by us! It is the earth element holy object of Draenor. You can understand it as the core of power of Elemental Lord."
Nubodon explained:
"This thing was originally going to be brought back to Elemental Throne as a sacrifice to the earth Elemental Lord Gordaw. That Elemental Lord hopes that its ancient child can rest in peace in the earth, but in the end it still prefers you Orcs.
After I told it about your desire to rely on yourself to bring Warsong Clan back from the path of corruption, the generous earth lord decided to give you this precious Pulsing Heart.
Don't underestimate it!
The power of Ancient Stone Guardian is gathered in it. As long as you stand on the ground, there will be a steady stream of power pouring into your body, making it difficult for you to feel tired, thus supporting you to complete this destined to be difficult battle.
But you should always remember it!
Wearing a sacred object like Pulsing Heart means that the elements of this world are watching you. Once you do anything dishonorable that is not allowed by the elements, you will be abandoned by the elements!
This is the true Shaman relic, but you need it now more than we do."
"You still have to go to Saint and ask him to apply some powerful enough magical effects to you."
Because of Ambori Village's incident, Yrel has always had a bad attitude towards Orcs, but along the way, Garrosh's bravery and uprightness really left a good impression on her, so this "Hand of K'ure" also reminded her:
"Don't underestimate the enhancements given by Saint himself. Those magical spells can increase your strength by several percent.
Bravery does not mean Recklessness, rescue also requires wisdom.
Go for it!
Since you are a member of the K'ure Alliance, you deserve to be treated well by us."
Garrosh At this moment, he felt like a silly boy who was traveling far away for the first time. Before he even left home, he received all kinds of support from his seven aunts and eight aunts, which made him feel an indescribable feeling in his heart.
Especially since he was infected with the plague that Orcs called "Red Scourge" since he was a child, and was thrown into Garadar by his father and ignored him, he is even more sensitive in this regard.
He will regard Matron Geyah who raised him with his own hands as a real elder, and Warlord who is willing to become Garadar will accept his own clan Consecration. All this is for this reason.
This is a very simple value that Orcs people generally have. Whoever treats him well will be treated heart and soul by him; whoever dares to provoke him will be punished with blood!
To be honest, Garrosh doesn't really believe that Orcs and Draenei can really coexist peacefully for a long time. He grew up in Nagrand and knows that the competition for territory between the creatures of the two races often leads to endless battles.
Even timid rabbits fighting for territory will bite each other to pieces.
He agreed with some of Great Chieftain Blackhand's ideas about the struggle for the right to survive. Draenor The world is not big enough. There is only one piece of land here. If Orcs civilization wants to rise and dominate, it must resolve territorial issues through war.
However, at this moment, when he needs help the most, Young Master Hellscream, who accepts the generous help from others, also has another idea in his mind.
Perhaps war will still be inevitable in the future.
But at least before the war actually breaks out, Orcs and Draenei can become mutually trusting allies to face the common threats coming to them.
"Except for Holy Light's blessings, I have nothing to give you, because you neither lack courage nor the enthusiasm to devote yourself to your ideals, and you also have hope."
Diakum looked at the fully armed Garrosh in front of him. He stretched out his hand in front of Warrior and applied a series of strengthening spells in the Holy Word sequence to Garrosh. As the special light and shadow effects continued to emerge, he said softly:
"But I'm still curious. Do you have the answers to the two questions I just asked? Garrosh, why are you fighting for? How far do you plan to go to Consecration this belief?"
"I don't have the answer. But I know that I can't let more than 300 compatriots die in front of me!"
Garrosh leaned on the rough battle ax in his hand, lowered his head and said:
"Even if the only way I can save them the One is to defeat them first and ask them to obey my orders. I know this will make me regarded as a usurper and rebel of the clan by my powerful father, but I still have to do it!
This is a tragedy caused by Grom Hellscream's mistake!
He took away most of the Wolf Rider but left a vanguard on the battlefield. These Warrior were in dire straits due to his mistakes. I am just making up for this mistake for him."
"But you know, Grom Hellscream will not listen to your explanation on the battlefield! The fact is that what you want these Warsong Clan soldiers to do is inconsistent with the orders they received, and you are not Warsong Clan's Warlord. In theory, you have no power to command them.
In the opinion of the strong Chieftain, this is a sign of rebellion."
Diakum shook his head and said:
"You don't need to convince me, you have to convince yourself."
"There is no time. Based on my understanding of the Warsong Clan Warriors, if I don't go over, they will definitely try to break out. But at this time, Highmaul has been completely isolated from the outside world, and their breakout will only bring unnecessary sacrifices.
It's like a suicide in the name of glory, but this war dominated by demons and Warlocks is not glorious in the first place! Suicide for it is even more stupid!"
Garrosh took a deep breath and said in a deep voice:
"I must go!"
"Then go, I remind you, don't ignore those Dark Hand hidden among your people."
Vigilant Saint reminded:
"The more desperate the situation, the more able those demagogues are to persuade the upright Warrior to take the wrong path, and people tend to become blind when they need strength.
In my opinion, the difficulty in this matter is not how you persuade your tribesmen to lay down their arms, but how to set a goal for them that is consistent with our direction. You have to understand the subtle difference between "rebellion" and "uprising"."
"I don't understand!"
Garrosh rubbed his neck and said:
"You can definitely speak more clearly! Draenei's Saint, why do you powerful people always like to let us guess your thoughts?"
"Because if I say it more directly, the nature of the matter will immediately become that I am inciting you to actively split your clan. You will not have this idea now, but when you grow up, every time you recall this scene today, you will have doubts and even hatred towards me in your heart!"
Vigilant waved his hand and said:
"What I want to give you is guidance, not confusion! As I said, the future of Orcs can only be controlled by you."
"Pedantic."
Blackhand's Daughter next to her obviously understood Vigilant's hint, but the assassin commented disdainfully. She carried her war hammer and gestured to Garrosh, meaning it was time to set off.
There are only three of them Orcs, so this matter can only be done by the three of them.
However, Nubodon has just communicated with the elements to inform Fireblade Blademasters of what happened here, who is hunting Warlock's scum outside the city. Perhaps Lantresor will also appear in the Warsong Clan's position.
Mak'gora is a very sacred thing!
Usually Shaman from each clan presides over the ceremony, but Burning Blade Clan's status in Orcs society is equally subtle and noble. The presence of Fireblade Blademasters will definitely greatly strengthen the legitimacy of this duel ceremony.
"Can you understand what Draenei Saint really wanted to say to you?"
When three Orcs Warlord rode Dire Wolf towards the outside of Highmaul, Griselda Blackhand, who was carrying a black war hammer, whispered to Garrosh:
"He has actually told you the way to break the situation in a very subtle way. That guy's wisdom is really as impressive as his strength, but he is a bit pedantic."
"I'm not very good at this."
Garrosh blew out a column of air from his nostrils, making the golden nose ring on his nose that was the same as Grom Hellscream beat. He whispered:
"I prefer the unpretentious communication between Warrior."
"But Griselda and I are also Warrior, why do we understand it?"
Gaiara, who was riding white Frostwolf Clan on the other side, couldn't help but complain:
"You have to admit that you are stupid! Don't talk about the Warrior way. The Warrior way is not the way of a fool.
Forget it, you probably can't figure it out based on your brain, so let me tell you straight away, what Vigilant Saint means is to let you lead the future conflicts between you and your father to Shadow Council and the magic blood pollution!
Do you understand?"
"I don't understand. What's the relationship between the two?"
Garrosh thought for a while, then looked at Gaiara with bull's eyes.
Those eyes were full of innocence that was not contaminated by wisdom, making Gaiara groan in despair, but then, she still explained helplessly:
"Now you run to ask your people to obey your orders, that's called rebellion! Their orders were given by Warsong Chieftain, and you have no right to change them.
But now the elites of Grom Hellscream and Warsong Clan have drunk the magic blood. They have violated the tradition of Orcs and turned themselves into fallen monsters! You are not asking those Warriors to follow you now to resist Chieftain, idiot!
You should tell them that you are leading them to save Grommashar, who is about to fall, and save the last pure bloodline of the Warsong Clan, lest Demon Blood turn you all into Green Skins monsters.
In this way, you are not asking them to rebel, but leading them to resist the dark temptation from the outside and lead them to save the clan and family!
No one can refuse this reason, least of all I can't."
"With righteousness in hand, everything will be easy to do in the future."
Griselda Blackhand put it more concisely. The strong Blackrock Clan female Orcs narrowed her eyes and said:
"This actually opened up my mind! I never knew how to properly build my team, but now I have a complete plan.
Garrosh, you have to know that even among the Blackrock Clan who worship the most power, not every Warrior and Warlord are willing to abandon their dignity for power. In fact, the more powerful Warrior is, the more important they value their self-dignity.
They will not allow themselves to become servants of the devil just for the sake of scraps.
Same for the Warsong Clan!
My father asked Chieftain to drink the demonic blood on the grounds of launching a war against Blue Skins, but we have personally experienced Oshu'gun's purification, and we all know clearly that Blue Skins is not our enemy, and it is Shadow Council who is causing trouble in all this!
This gives us young people who have been suppressed an excellent opportunity.
We can take this opportunity to wear the robe forged by the righteousness of the species and step onto the clan stage, but are you two just satisfied with saving the clan?"
Blackhand's Daughter loosened the reins and slowed down Dire Wolf's progress. She whispered to Garrosh and Gaiara:
"I admit that my father's desire for war will bring disaster to the race, but you also have to admit that the loose form of the clan system can no longer keep up with the development of the Draenor world in this era. Even without War Horde, the unification of clans is the general trend!
Blackhand and his Demon Blood Horde will eventually be defeated by the K'ure Alliance, but then what?
Then we can pretend that nothing has happened, and happily go back to a simple and peaceful life, singing ancient songs hand in hand under the leadership of the elders and Shamans?
No!
Don't be stupid!
Impossible, change has already happened!
War Horde will use war to prove how strong the power of clan unity is. After we have seen the power of unity with our own eyes, no one can go back to the era of division. Great Chieftain Blackhand will fail, but the position of "Great Chieftain" will not die out because of this!
It will simply be passed on to the next careerist.
So the question is, instead of waiting until this title of glory and power is usurped by careerists in the future, why don't the three of us take this opportunity to inherit it?"
"We? No! Just you!"
Gaiara immediately retorted:
"I have no intention of being Great Chieftain, I have to do everything for the Frostwolf Clan Consecration, and the Chieftain inheritance of our clan has never been stained with blood, unlike yours Blackrock Clan.
Don't bewitch Garrosh, Griselda! His brain is not good, he doesn't know what you want to do, but I know!
You are the "careerist" you say you are!
You are no longer satisfied with your suppressed status. You want to seize the Chieftain position of the Blackrock Clan. K'ure Alliance will help you do this. But now you are no longer satisfied with the Gorgrond king position. You want to inherit your father's Great Chieftain position and become the second "King of the Clan".
But you are not qualified!
Even after Great Chieftain Blackhand fails, even if Orcs really needs a Great Chieftain to lead civilization, it should be my father!"
"Durotan cannot be Great Chieftain. When War Horde issued the threat of bloodbath in the world, he did not dare to be the first to stand up and resist! Matron Geyah, and even your mother, Ms. Draka, are more qualified to sit on the throne of the king of the clan than your father."
Griselda retorted:
"And don't forget, your brother will definitely be born! Frostwolf Clan There is no precedent for a female Chieftain before. A heroine as outstanding as your mother will not end up marrying a mediocre thing like your father.
Anyway, be careful, Gaiara!
If you are not careful, you will fall into the embarrassing situation I am in now.
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Okay, let's talk about the clan king later!
Let's be realistic.
Garrosh, it's just the beginning for you to take control of this remnant army. Warsong Clan There are tens of thousands of your compatriots in Nagrand's base camp Grommashar. Perhaps now, Shadow Council's messenger is already tempting them to drink Demon Blood and transform into Green Skins monsters.
You must return there.
But you know that your people will not obey you so easily, especially those madmen who followed Grom and drank the demonic blood. You must fight with them to regain your ancestral land. You need support.
My three maids are gathering troops for me, and I am confident that I can raise a force of at least several thousand people.
As long as you are willing, I will lead my Warriors to help you complete the recovery of the Warsong Clan, but in turn, when I seize Blackrock Clan's ancestral land in Gorgrond, you and your Warrior will also help me!"
Blackhand's Daughter said to Garrosh:
"This can be regarded as an alliance between the two new clans "Orthodox Blackrock" and "Pure Warsong". Our current situation is the same!
We must join forces to liberate our people in order to fight against those elders who have gone astray. Just like Ms. Draka inspired me, if we always choose to obey, we will only live in the shadow of those legendary Chieftain for life.
But they are old!
Facts have proved that they are old and dim, and the Orcs race needs to be led by stronger, more visionary and powerful young people!
We must do great deeds that are enough to be proud of the world in order to create our own legend. So, what better way to show the majesty of a legend than to save the clan and even the Orcs civilization from fire and water in critical moments?
Gaiara!
I'll give you one last chance.
You can join me and Garrosh's clan Alliance, and let the reputation of our three young people be known throughout Draenor. You can also return to your parents and be a good daughter. Bet on whether they will break the tradition for you and make you, who is not very good, the first queen of Frostfire Ridge.
Ah, as far as I know, your father is the Chieftain who respects "tradition" the most!"
Gaiara's expression was a little tangled.
On the one hand, she believes in her mother's promise.
But on the other hand, Griselda, the "Blackrock Clan fairy", is right. His father does value tradition very much, and he is indeed a little indecisive at critical moments.
"No matter what she says, I'm willing to join!"
Garrosh gritted his teeth and said:
"If I have to overthrow my father who is obsessed with power to save Warsong Clan, then I am willing to start over from now on.
Pure Warsong
Great, I like this name!
This will be my clan! In the burning ruins of the corrupted old Warsong Clan, the pure ones will surely honor their ancestors!"
"Very good, Pure Warsong and Orthodox Blackrock will eventually form a more powerful Orthodox Horde"
Griselda finally showed a satisfied smile, but at this moment, Gaiara suddenly said:
"But no matter how you change the name, after Great Chieftain Blackhand launched a war that bloodbathed the world, the name "Horde" will be stained with filth. Therefore, if you plan to unify Orcs, you cannot use this name.
It should be called "Mag'har"!
In the future, there may no longer be a distinction between the Frostwolf Clan, Blackrock Clan and Warsong Clan. We will all proudly call ourselves "Mag'har" and Orcs. New Horde, which is composed entirely of proud pure people, is our future.
And I feel that one Great Chieftain is not enough to lead our people, we should learn from more advanced civilizations!
Draenei Isn't it a ruling party system?
Let's do one too."
Gaiara moved his fingers and said:
"Wisdom, strength and courage, three virtues, three powers! Great Prophet, Great Chieftain and Mag'har War Chief, we are each one. As for who can overwhelm the others in the end and achieve monopoly of power, we will see who is more capable in time.
Ha, another form of Mak'gora, I may not be a match for you two in terms of strength, but wisdom and foresight are my home court!"
"But you are a Warrior! Gaiara. You are not qualified to be a Great Prophet. That is the honor of the Shamans."
Griselda curled his lips and said:
"I heard that you once had the opportunity to become Shaman, but you gave up on your own. You really deserved it."
"Oh, it's not that Shaman has wisdom, it's that wisdom makes Shaman! Even though I'm not Shaman, I'm still proud of my wisdom."
Gaiara retorted:
"Warrior's wisdom, isn't it wisdom?"
"You two, stop arguing!"
Garrosh said loudly:
"We haven't even figured out the future yet. Are we going to start talking about dividing the spoils now? Let's get this thing done first!"
"As you command, the mighty Lord Mag'har War Chief."
Griselda said meaningfully.
Garrosh curled his lips, but at the moment he tightened the reins, he still licked his lips and his fangs, and whispered:
"Thank you both for your help, I will remember it for the rest of my life, Great Prophet and Great Chieftain"
"You can't rush out like this! The Ogress have surrounded this place. No one knows why they don't attack, but everyone knows that once the Ogres starts Charge, we will all die here!"
Outside Highmaul, in the position of the Warsong Clan pioneers, a Warlock leaned on a bone staff and shouted to Warlord and several Blood Guard in front of him:
"Stupid Twilight's Hammer Clan failed. They have hurt us. Now if we want to leave, we have to find another way. If we can't find reinforcements, we can only try our best to strengthen our own strength."
"Get away with your disgusting potion! Warlock."
Warsong Clan Warlord, who was holding a skull battle ax, cursed:
"Don't try to trick me and my Warrior into drinking that thing for any reason. Don't think we don't know that after drinking it, everyone will become Green Skins monsters. Before our Chieftain gives the order, you'd better not play any tricks!"
"I'm saving you, idiots."
Shadow Council's Warlock jumped helplessly and cursed:
"I have told you that the powerful Grom Hellscream Chieftain was the first Chieftain to drink Bloodrage Potion on Tanaan Jungle's "Throne of Glory". His courage is worth learning from all Orcs.
Why don't you believe it?
Your Chieftain has ordered all Warrior of the Warsong Clan to drink the potion and start recruiting troops at Grommashar to attack Shattrath City to win glory for your clan!
And right now, only if you drink Bloodrage Potion will you have enough power to cut down those Ogress in the subsequent breakout, otherwise we will all die here! Do you think I, a Warlock, will use my own life to make such a joke with you?
Damn it!
Drink quickly! Why don't you drink?"
"Don't drink it!"
Warsong Clan Commander scratched his neck and roared:
"Without direct orders from Chieftain, I will not allow my Warriors to touch anything you hand over. Who knows what you Warlocks have added to it."
"This is our destiny"
Warlock sighed, picked up the Gleam green fluorescent potion in his hand, and said:
"Drink, I won't harm you, do you hear me? Ogres is starting to blow the horn, they are about to attack, and there is no way we can withstand it with such a small number of people.
You don't have to trust me! But at least you have to think about the lives of the brothers under your command? They are loyal to you and Grom Chieftain. How can you allow this precious blood of loyalty to be spilled in this meaningless place?
Grom's order to you is not to die heroically here, we can break out!"
Faced with Warlock's persuasion, Warsong Clan Warlord hesitated.
He looked back at the Warriors behind him. Although no Warsong Orc would be afraid of Ogres's attack, they were indeed exhausted in the round of battle just now. If they don't come up with a solution, this vanguard will really be defeated here.
Ogres The attack horns blown by the became more and more urgent. Warsong Clan Warlord knew that they could no longer hesitate.
He stretched out his hand and grasped the bottle of demonic blood handed over by Warlock. He was about to twist away from the cold smile of the hooded Warlock, but unexpectedly heard the roar of the wind. As he pushed Warlock away and dodged back, the ferocious battle ax whirled past his body and struck the ground with a thud.
The demon blood bottle in his hand was smashed to pieces.
The green viscous liquid was spilled everywhere, and the fishy smell was nauseating.
"That is not a fate that any dignified Orcs should accept, Warlord! Just like any Orcs who still has some wisdom in his mind will not allow himself to be manipulated by Shadow Council's bastards!"
Amid the roar of Garrosh, he rushed into the battlefield riding the red Dire Wolf. Amid the deep howl of a wolf, Fireblade Blademasters also appeared on the edge of the position in a gust of wind, holding a Warsong Clan and Battle Standard.
"I know it's hard to convince you, so let's use the most traditional method to solve this matter."
Young Orcs jumped off the saddle, beat his chest and said loudly:
"My name is Garrosh·Hellscream, the son of Grom Hellscream and Gokar Hellscream! But I don't appear in front of you as the son of Chieftain, I come here as Warsong Clan Warrior.
I ask you to understand the current situation clearly!
Shadow Council's shameless Warlock bewitched Orcs and tried to use Demon Blood to pollute our race and civilization!
I will show you the evidence I found with my own hands, but before that, I ask you to obey me, and I will take you away from Highmaul to Grommashar! In the place where you and I were born, I will lead you there to save our tribe and tradition that are about to fall!
I don't need you to disobey Chieftain's orders.
I know that your loyalty does not allow you to do that, so let's use a Mak'gora to decide the future of you and me.
Under the witness of Ancestral Spirits, grant me the power of salvation!
Right here, right now!
If anyone doesn't want to obey, then stand up."
"Bang"
Fireblade Blademasters Lantresor threw the Warsong Clan Battle Standard in his hand and stuck it firmly on the ground. Garrosh also grabbed the tomahawk on the ground. He moved his shoulders and looked at the tribesmen in front of him who were staring at him with various meanings.
He once felt regret and inferiority for his identity as "The Exiled".
But at this moment, he proudly raised his chest and welcomed the gaze of his tribe.
Now that he has made it clear why he is fighting, it is time to test how much he is willing to pay for this belief!
PS:
Thanks to the "Online Game Fans" brothers and the "Gervis" brothers for their rewards, I currently owe 115+10.
Many people say that I don't respect women, and I have to find a boxer to box. I forgot about the first thing, and I forgot about the last thing. In short, I am so angry! In order to clarify this rumor, I decided to do an extra update on March 8th to express my feelings. The initial estimate should be Chapter 15. Alas, I know, I know, even I feel shabby compared to the number above, but don't be too little.
Now every additional chapter is really squeezed out.
Also, it's the last day, please give me a monthly pass, it will expire tomorrow anyway, I love you all.