"Geyah! The most respected Shaman leader in our tribe, the founder of Garadar, Mother of the Frostwolves, why do you interfere so persistently in the Burning Blade Clan's internal affairs? And why do you have to resist Great Chieftain Blackhand's war order!
Our leaders are already preparing their troops and are about to launch a glorious war of conquest for the benefit of the race! If you are a coward who dare not participate in it, that's fine, but do you have to try to turn others into cowards like you?"
Harsh questions echoed in the Burning Blade Clan Holy Land's cave. Every scolding would bring about a wave of noisy crusade, making Matron Geyah, who was trapped in this place where magma flows, clenched his fists.
The Burning Blade Clan Shaman behind her who chose to follow her glared at the fanatical tribesmen around them, but Matron Geyah had no expression on their faces.
She raised her head and looked directly at Fireblade Blademasters who was standing on the upper level of the cave and was questioning her and Judgment.
The latter was wearing clan armor, carrying Fireblade Banner on his back, and holding a flaming blade engraved with runes, but the brown skin that was supposed to symbolize purity had turned into a weird green as if it had fallen into a dye vat.
The young man's eyes were red, and his mood was in an obviously irritable state, like a wild beast that wanted to choose people and devour them.
Matron Geyah recognizes this young man.
Gorn Blade Fury, the son of Old Da'ar Threefold-Bloodletter, is one of the most talented but also the most radical young Sword Saint among the Burning Blade Clan. Like his brother Seth Blade Fury who is guarding the entrance of Holy Land at this time, Matron Geyah can also clearly notice in this noisy environment at this moment that these two talented brothers' recognition of War Horde is sincere.
They follow their father in Tanaan Jungle and drink Demon Blood not just for power.
As Fireblade Blademasters, they have no shortage of power.
But this is what old Matron is most worried about.
The idea that Great Chieftain Blackhand and Gul'dan set off a bloodbath in the world gave Orcs a chance to rise. It is too tempting for young people like Gao En and Sesk who are not deeply involved in the world. They are too young and impulsive, and lack the training of life, so it is difficult to distinguish the difference between the true interests of the species and the selfish desires of careerists.
Seeing that Gorn Blade Fury was trying to seduce Burning Blade Clan's other Warrior with words of encouragement for war, Matron Geyah knew that he could no longer remain silent.
She has been trapped in Burning Blade Holy Land. Judging from the indifferent expression of Cesc Bladefury who was blocking the exit, she knew that they had no intention of letting old Matron and those stubborn Shaman leave today. There were also Shadow Council and Warlock walking through the crowd.
The faint but real smell of pungent sulfur represents that the shadow of the devil has shrouded the once glorious Elemental Holy Land.
"Shut up! Gao En, you are not qualified to Judgment me!"
Matron Geyah took a step forward.
This Nagrand's "Orc Grandmother" is usually gentle and kind, but at this moment his roar actually overwhelmed the radical young Warrior around him, like a violent she-wolf defending the den.
She stared at Gorn Blade Fury above and said:
"You can't represent Burning Blade Clan even if you don't have all your hair. Let your father show up! If Old Dal plans to use Blackhand here in the name of Execute, a stubborn old woman like me, then the real executioner should show up.
What?
The Orcs hero Dal, who once fought against Ogres with me and my late husband, now doesn't even intend to leave the conversation before execution to his comrades who were blood allies?"
"Of course, how could such a noble elder as you die at the hands of a junior like me?"
Goun, who tied his hair back like other Sword Saint, sneered a few times.
The boiling of Demon Blood in his body gave him a rage that was so bad that it was difficult to suppress it. Seeing Matron Geyah's stubbornness made Sword Saint feel a cold killing intent.
But he is Sword Saint after all, and controlling emotions is their basic skill, so his fingers kept sliding on the hilt of the sword and said:
"My father is talking to the elders, and he will soon come out to read to you the results of Great Chieftain Blackhand's treatment of you and the Garadar clan. But before that, old Matron, I hope you can answer me a question in this Burning Blade Clan's Holy Land under the witness of the elements!
I hope you can see that everyone is Orcs and don't hide anything!"
Gao En raised his left hand to signal the noisy sounds in the cave to quiet down.
As Warrior, who is obsessed with skills and has inherited the outstanding talents of his father, he is quite famous in the clan. The radical young people are happy to obey the orders of Gao En and Sesk, so the sacred cave quickly calmed down.
Everyone's eyes fell on these two people, and everyone's ears perked up.
"Tell me, old Matron."
Gao En narrowed his eyes, stared at Matron Geyah, and said:
"Not long ago, did you secretly meet with Grand Executor of Blue Skins without telling other clans? I also know that you and Ner'zhul, that weak traitor, brought Blue Skins into our Oshu'gun Holy Mountain!
When Great Chieftain Blackhand united with other Chieftain to prepare to launch a war against Draenei, as a clan elder, you actually made peace with our enemies in private?
Wor'gol Holy Mountain is the symbol of civilization of Orcs!
Your Garadar clan was given the responsibility of guarding the Holy Mountain because of its "neutrality"!
But you took Blue Skins's Saint there without notifying the other Chieftain in advance and getting permission. What do you want to do? Could it be that the former "Mother of the Frostwolves" also turned into a traitor?"
"How dare you accuse me of betraying Orcs? What qualifications do you have to say such arrogant words after drinking Demon Blood!"
Matron Geyah immediately became angry when faced with this shameless slander, and she roared:
"Are you all blind? Ancestral Spirit has escaped torture and regained freedom! Shaman of the Burning Blade Clan have noticed this, and we have cooperated with Draenei to find out the truth!
The demise of the Bladefist Clan was caused by Shadow Council, and the relationship between Ancestral Spirit and Draenei Naaru is by no means what you imagine.
You are being used by Gul'dan!
If you don't believe it, you can follow me to the Holy Mountain to see with your own eyes, the evidence is there!
As long as you open your eyes"
"Ha, you admitted it!"
Gao En interrupted old Matron's defense and said loudly with a sneer:
"You admit that you cooperated with Draenei! Old Matron, now that the two sides have started a war, you are on the enemy's side! How dare you say that you are not a traitor?"
"Traitor! Traitor!"
The radical Fireblade Warrior around them raised their fists. Even though they had not yet drunk the demon blood, their red eyes still made them look ferocious like ferocious creatures.
"Don't bother, Matron, they won't listen."
An old Burning Blade Clan old Shaman was desperate. He clenched the stone hammer he used for fighting in his hand, pulled the sleeves of the old Matron who was trembling with anger, and whispered:
"Gao En and his brother Sesk have gathered Burning Blade Clan's most radical group of people here. The rational and calm faction has also been coerced by them, and the elders have been semi-imprisoned by Dal Chieftain.
They have no intention of trying to reason with us!
Black Wolf Spirit, who was brought back to the clan by Dal and his children, confused the minds of the people, and they could no longer listen to Ancestral Spirit's teachings.
The elite who went with them to Tanaan Jungle have not come back. I heard that Azuka Blade Fury, the daughter of Dal Chieftain, led them and joined Great Chieftain Blackhand's army.
Save some strength.
We will escort you out in a moment!
Havaro is finished, Burning Blade Clan is finished too! What a shame!"
"Traitors should be executed. When your weak heads are hung on the clan Battle Standard, the last cowardice of the clan will be Dispersion. Under the water of blood, the brave Orcs will have an iron will to fight!
Only the power of Great Chieftain Blackhand can lead us to rise!"
Gorn Blade Fury raised the burning blade in his hand high and roared loudly:
"The era of clan division is over. The unity brought by Horde will make us invincible! After today's ceremony, Burning Blade Clan will abandon the last weakness and kindness. We will turn into the blade of Horde to attack Blue Skins's Shattrath City, and use their skulls to pave the way to the rise of Orcs!"
Black Wolf Spirit will guide us, Blood Rage will give us strength!
Let the ceremony begin!"
"Boom, boom, boom"
The low sound of war drums echoed in the cave. In the field where the fanatical Fireblade Warriors were scattered, a circular fighting area was divided. Gorn Blade Fury held a flaming sword and jumped down from a high place. When he landed lightly, he inserted the sword blade into the ground.
He bared his teeth at the old Matron in front of him and said:
"You are a distinguished elder, and every Orcs in the entire Nagrand Plains respects you. It is a pity that your foolish decision has brought shame to your glory. Burning Blade Clan will give you the opportunity to achieve the final glory. Let this Mak'gora be the curtain call of "Mother of the Frostwolves".
I will send you off in the oldest tradition!
Then I will lead the Warriors of the Burning Blade Clan to break through the weak place of Garadar. No matter what agreement you and Blue Skins reach, it is a mistake that must be corrected!"
"You have gone astray, child, and the world will never forgive you for what you have done!"
Faced with this provocation, old Matron broke free from the obstruction and protection of the Shaman people behind him.
She grabbed her Shaman stone staff and strode forward, watching the fanatical Warrior around her taking "Bloodrage Potion" from Warlock's hands, shouting "Glory" and drinking it in big gulps. This depraved scene made her heartbroken.
In the midst of this chaotic dance, she said:
"You will ruin your clan! The glory you understand is not our glory at all. It would be okay if I were the only one to die here, but you actually plan to hurt my children. I will never allow such a thing to happen!"
If you see power as glory, then let me do it"
"Bang"
A violent explosion interrupted old Matron's response, like a bomb exploding outside Burning Blade Holy Land's cave.
The rock door that had obviously been sealed was shattered, and the flying rocks smashed the heads of several unlucky guys with blood flowing. In the rising smoke, a familiar figure stepped through the smoke with a sharp blade.
In the surprised gaze of the Fireblade Warrior, one of their members, Lantressor Fireblade, who had gained the honor of Sword Saint with a humble origin of half Orcs, strode forward, and in the Holy Land valley behind him, the violent Garadar Wolf Rider Shadowmoon Clan and Shaman are storming the stronghold of the Burning Blade Clan under the leadership of Ner'zhul. The elements are roaring, dazzling thunder is falling from the sky, and the strong wind is howling and turning into wind knives flying everywhere. It seems that they are also angry at the corruption of Orcs.
The angry Sword Saint was striding forward in such a background. He was carrying Battle Standard on his back and looked directly at Gorn Blade Fury in the battle circle in front of him.
A fanatical follower who had just drank the demonic blood tried to step forward to stop him, but when he jumped out, he saw a flash of sword light. Lantresor did not give the Fallen a chance to speak, and the swung Blademaster's Blade smoothly cut him in two.
"You! You are not qualified to abolish my name of Sword Saint!"
Lantresor stepped forward on the blood of the Fallen and said hoarsely:
"You Green Skins the Fallen are not even qualified to speak nonsense in front of the hero who truly protects the people and their glory! If you still have a shred of glory, if you still have a shred of shame, then accept my initiative of "Master Challenge".
There is no distinction between superior and inferior, only life and death!"
"Oh, you have been expelled from the clan, Havorosen!"
Gorn Blade Fury sneered and said to Lantresor:
"Before you prove your loyalty to the clan and Horde, you are not qualified to launch any challenge to Sword Saint of the Burning Blade Clan! You are also not qualified to carry the Battle Standard that symbolizes the glory of the Burning Blade Clan, you."
"Bang"
Lantresor pulled out Battle Standard from behind and threw it forward. The flagpole passed over Matron Geyah and stuck in the center of the battle circle with a bang.
Battle Standard lands and the duel is executed.
"Then let the "glory" of the Burning Blade Clan go to hell, and let the "Master Challenge" that once represented the supreme glory go to hell. Anyway, I am no longer your Sword Saint, so let's take the more traditional name of "Mak'gora"!"
The half-Orcs, who was no longer restrained by Battle Standard, dragged his sword forward. The specially made sword blade in his hand rubbed against the ground, and sparks ignited the runes on the sword's blade, causing the dazzling and scorching fire to cover the sharp blade.
He roared in a deep voice:
"What? You who call yourself the "Horde Warrior" don't even dare to accept a Mak'gora initiated by the homeless? Do you want to be allowed to choose a more powerful Warrior to die in your place?
Anyone can!
All the Fallen in this cave who drank Demon Blood, anyone can do it!
Anyway
I have no intention of letting any of you leave alive today!
I am no longer Sword Saint from the Burning Blade Clan.
Starting today, I! Lantresor·Havorosen! I will fight to the death with you Green Skins monsters who drink demon blood! As long as there is one the Fallen on this land who is doing evil things, my sword will never be sheathed!"
The half-Orcs momentum was like burning fire at this moment.
He was alone, and when he stepped forward, no one dared to stop him.
Everyone could see that this madman had no intention of leaving alive today.
"Old Matron, back off."
Ner'zhul's voice also sounded from outside the cave, he called:
"The fall of the Burning Blade Clan is unstoppable, you have tried your best! We will keep those pure seeds today, and in the future, among the ruins of Havaro, Burning Blade Clan's Battle Standard will surely fly again.
You reasoned with them!
But since the truth doesn't make sense, we should find another way to end all this ugliness!"
"Yes, that's exactly why I'm here!"
Another voice sounded next.
The moment the tall Draenei Saint walked into the cave, the cave that had just been silent due to Lantresor's desperate momentum instantly began to boil again.
There is no need for Gorn Blade Fury's instigation. After seeing this arrogant Draenei wearing a Black Wolf Cloak armor covering his body but without a helmet, casually stepping into his own Holy Land, how could those fanatical Fireblade Warrior endure it.
As the fanatics, whose minds were turned on by the ideas of Gul'dan and Great Chieftain Blackhand, shouted "Blue Skins suffer death!", the Orcss roared and rushed towards Diakum.
They hold their weapons high and want to cut this bastard into pieces!
Use his head and his blood to complete Burning Blade Clan's war ritual!
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But Gorn Blade Fury saw something was wrong.
They were by no means a match for this Holy Light Walker. Even though they were so far away, the cold-like killing intent on Diakum still made Fireblade Blademasters who drank the demonic blood feel trembling. Even if there was only one person on the other side, he still seemed to have surrounded all Orcs in Holy Land.
"Bang"
He was about to step forward to stop the fanatical tribesmen with the burning blade in hand. Gleam's sword light lit up in front of Gao En. During the interplay of the blades' blocking, Gao En, who had just entered Windwalk, was forced out by Lantresor's sword.
"Where do you want to go?"
Lantresor, who adopted the humiliating "Havorosen" as his new surname, waved his sword expressionlessly and said:
"Don't worry, it's not your turn yet for Vigilant to be executed in person. Holy Light's the Butcher is here for your father who has fallen deeply into corruption. I am your executioner today!"
"The Fallen! Back off!"
Almost at the same time, the roar of Hand of K'ure Yrel also sounded at the entrance of the cave.
Before those fanatical Burning Blade Clan militants approached Diakum the Saint, the fully armed Yrel rushed out holding Gorian Holy Sword in both hands. With the power raised by the holy blade to the legendary mid-range level, she swung the giant blade forward and hit Divine Storm.
The Holy Sword's own [Crushing Strike] was mixed with the scorching storm, and almost instantly the militants at the front were engulfed in the light.
Gorn Blade Fury's eyes widened.
He saw the tall Vigilant Saint walking out of the light.
The scorching Holy Light turned into dazzling Noon Sun around the Black Wolf Pelt Cloak that enveloped his body, burning the weapons of those militants and making them too hot to hold. It was difficult for ordinary Green Skins Orcs to even get close to him, let alone stop him.
His brother Cesc Bladefury sprang out of the shadows and wanted to make a sneak attack, but the moment Windwalk appeared, he was kicked away by another slender figure that jumped out of Vigilant Shadow Beneath the Light. As the alien dagger spun and pierced, his brother let out a painful wail in the next moment.
"Vigilant! Let them go!"
Matron Geyah, who had been arguing fiercely with Gorn Blade Fury just now, seemed to never admit defeat, but at this moment, he begged and begged:
"Not all Burning Blade Clan Orcs have chosen to fall! They can still be saved. Give them another chance! Give these young people a chance, they are just deceived! Let your Holy Light be merciful.
These kids."
"Of course, Holy Light has always been kind."
Diakum casually pinched the skull of Felblood Orcs who was trying to attack him.
With five fingers clasped together, he took off the skull and the spine and burned it, and then used it as a throwing object to hit Shadow Council Warlock who was running away in fear. When it hit the ground, it splashed hot Holy Halo and flashed like Thunder.
He waved his fingers and called out his Guardians of Kings, letting the "divine" filled Radiant Spirit flap its white beam wings and float beside him.
He stepped forward to support Matron Geyah and said warmly:
"You have tried your best, and no one can blame you for what happened next. You have no regrets, but it is a pity that there is only one language that the destroyer who is immersed in violence can understand.
You have completed your own rescue, now let me take over!"
"They just went astray, they can still be saved! Diakum, let me try again! Before the wrath of you Holy Light comes, let me try again! These children can still be saved!"
"Well, I will give you another chance to try to declare the kindness of Holy Light. Go, my vigilant hand, escort Matron Geyah and Shaman in the name of Holy Light to patrol this Holy Land.
Green Skins Orcs Leave no one behind!
Brown-skinned Orcs Anyone who dares to resist while holding a weapon and not listening to dissuasion will be shot without mercy!"
"Thank you, thank you, thank you Holy Light."
The conversation coming out of that light made the hairs on Gorn Blade Fury's whole body stand up.
He suddenly realized a terrible "truth".
Perhaps the respected Geyah old Matron risked his life and came here because he really wanted to save them before everything was irreversible?
"Bang"
Lantresor's war blade slashed again.
This time, due to Gao En's distraction, the sharp blade flew past his shoulder armor and almost cut off his neck. Even though he avoided the fatal injury with mirror transfer in time, it still left a horrific wound on his neck.
"It seems you understand"
Half Orc Blademaster shook the scorching sharp blade and said expressionlessly:
"You are self-righteous and believe that War Horde is the world Invincible. You are self-righteous and believe that you can embrace victory if you have the power. When you were planning how to poison your own people, I witnessed the alien Saint using his hands to lead the young people of the two races to save an annihilation.
How can you, who know nothing about power, defeat such a person?
Ha.
Do you think you are stronger after drinking demon blood?
No!
Thug, your Blademaster's Blade, which has lost its faith, is just a piece of iron!"
"Bang"
Two Blademaster's Blades with almost identical shapes collided together. The sharp blades sparked and changed their moves at the same time. In the confrontation of skills, they wanted to seize each other's weaknesses and attack them with Thunder. Unfortunately, since it was a competition, there was definitely a winner and a loser.
The one with the better skill returns unscathed, while the one with the lower chess piece is left with blood splattered.
The painful breathing gradually became faster, but the knife holder did not retreat. He still gritted his teeth and stood up and once again clenched his Blademaster's Blade with his blood-stained fingers.
He was unwilling to retreat or leave.
This stubbornness made the eyes of Burning Blade Chieftain in front of him dim a bit. In the young man in front of him, he seemed to really see his younger self.
"Stand back, Samuro, you are the genius of the Burning Blade Clan and are destined to carry the banner of the clan in the future."
He whispered:
"Get out of here! Leave Havaro to wander, and show up again when the dust settles after our victory or defeat."
"I refuse."
Brown-skinned Orc Blademaster replied in a mute voice without hesitation:
"I have learned all the truth from Lantresor, about the tragedy of Blade Wind, about the purification of Oshu'gun, and about the conspiracy of Horde and Shadow Council. After knowing these, I can no longer convince myself to obey your guidance. I abandon my own beliefs and morality and follow you on a road that will completely ruin Burning Blade Clan.
Now that I have seen the truth, I will naturally make my choice!
Make the choice a Fireblade Blademasters should make"
He tried hard to adjust his breathing, suppressing the pain of being cut open in his abdomen and making the sword in his hand no longer tremble and point forward.
In the deepest part of this Burning Blade Holy Land, in the cave where the elders used to discuss matters, behind the young Sword Saint named "Samuro", the corpses of several Green Skins Sword Saint Master were lying there.
The entire cave felt like it had been swept by Blade Storm, and the stone walls were covered with cut marks from the blade.
These clan elders died the moment they drank Demon Blood and were assassinated by Fireblade Blademasters's most classic invisible-breaking blow, Windwalk.
Being able to complete the attack and kill these fallen Burning Blade Clan elders in the presence of Old Dal is enough to prove the talent and gold content of this young Sword Saint.
But there was chaos outside.
Both Old Dal and Samuro can hear the screams and the aftermath of the battle that are constantly coming from Burning Blade Holy Land.
It seems that it is not an illusion, a force hotter than magma is approaching here.
The most terrible thing is that Burning Blade Holy Land goes deep underground, and there is no second exit in the area covered with dense magma. When Samuro blocks the road with a knife, even Old Dal, the legend in Sword Saint, has no way to escape.
"Do you know who is coming?"
Burning Blade Chieftain glanced at Blademaster's Blade in his hand.
He shook his head, and with his white hair and beard floating, he inserted the sword that had been with him for many years into the rock at hand, and then pulled out the Flame Blade Zun'xuu on his back. The moment the sword, which seemed to be made of the Blackrock Clan, was unsheathed, it was filled with magma-like fire.
He said to Samuro:
"You know you are no match for me. Assassinating these corrupted elder masters in your eyes is the limit of what you can do as Sword Saint. You have been stalling for time."
"Yes, Lantresor told me that Vigilant Saint of Draenei will arrive at Havaro today, and he has Execute finished Twilight's Hammer Clan's legendary Warlock Chieftain Cho'gall, and completed his Blade Trial.
As soon as you arrive here, you will become a new member of the Burning Blade Clan and be awarded the title of "Sword Saint".
That will mean that the honor of the Burning Blade Clan will be open to the warriors of Draenei, and that will be a glorious turning point for the clan."
Samuro gripped the hilt of the sword tightly and said:
"But we are destined not to see a scene that will go down in history. When you brought Demon Blood and those Warlock back to Havaro, I knew that you had personally buried the monuments that countless Burning Blade Clan sages had built for us with their lives over the past hundreds of years.
You!
Sinner of the clan!
My tutor, my Chieftain, you are here to be the final examiner of Diakum Zastinss's Blade Trial.
You hold Flame Blade to show him the exquisite martial arts of Sword Saint, examine and determine whether he has the qualifications to become one of us, and finally use the blood of corruption to wash away the shame Havaro has suffered because of you.
Just like you taught me when I was a kid.
As Sword Saint, who carries the clan Battle Standard and protects the sacred tradition, when facing the final battle, Glory or Death! There is no third way to go."