(Additional update for brother "Huo Zhengtinghao" [9/15])
"Ah, you all saw it! The shameless Blue Skins Saint intervened in the sacred Mak'gora! Like I said, Diakum Zastinss, the bastard called Holy Light Follower, is just a complete hypocrite!
He stole Horde's glorious victory right under our noses!"
Outside T'uurem Town, which has been occupied by Horde, in the Horde vanguard's camp, the High Overseer who used Warlock's spells to watch Shattrath City's diplomatic war were filled with indignation at this moment. To make matters worse, there was Gul'dan beside them to fan the flames.
The hooded Progenitor Warlock shouted excitedly, as if he really cared about the outcome of this duel.
He loudly encouraged:
"You have all seen it! The mighty Grom Chieftain was just one step away from killing Blue Skins's Great Prophet! He had already brought death to the weak Velen, but the appearance of Vigilant stole our victory!
You are all Warrior!
You are very aware of the situation just now. I am not talking nonsense. It is the sacred Mak'gora. How can outsiders intervene casually? Isn't this a scam?
Isn't this bullying an honest person?
How can you bear it?
No!
I, the old Warlock who is loyal to Great Chieftain Blackhand, can't bear it!"
He incited the other angry Orcss in front of the maintained reflection spell:
"When Diakum joined the battle with flames, this Mak'gora was already unfair. Although Grom Hellscream was extremely powerful, he had just fought against Blue Skins's prophet. How could he still have the strength to deal with a ferocious Vigilant?
This is a conspiracy!
There is no doubt that this is the conspiracy of Blue Skinss!
Otherwise, it makes no sense that Saint could suddenly appear at such a critical moment. It was the other party who cheated first! Blue Skins must have planned it long ago, which is to use shameless wheel battles to kill our powerful war Chieftain.
You just watch your own people being bullied but don't even dare to say a fart?
Do you still expect you cowards to fight for victory and glory for Horde and Orcs?"
"Shut up and shut up! Warlock."
High Overseer, who was upset by Gul'dan's ridicule, turned around and roared:
"We are about to set off. Of course we will not allow Blue Skins to bully our Chieftain like that. You are right, Grom just won! It was the shameless Blue Skinss who were not moral first."
"Then let's go!"
Another Warsong Clan Warlord slammed his fist on the table and shouted:
"They stole Grom's glory, we will kill all the weak Blue Skins!"
With someone taking the lead, the camp quickly became excited.
But just when Warlord were about to set off aggressively, Gul'dan stopped them. Progenitor Warlock's eyes under the hood Gleam looked cunning and weird, and he said:
"We are just a vanguard. It is impossible for such a small number of us to invade Blue Skins's city. Great Chieftain Blackhand's main force has not arrived yet. Originally, Hellscream's challenge today was just a tactical speculation.
Therefore, if you want to achieve greater results, you have to find some way.
I have a method here, it depends on you if you dare to use it."
"Huh?"
High Overseer, you look at me, I look at you, and finally your eyes fall on Gul'dan.
He chuckled and turned sideways, pointing at the Shadow Council Warlock people behind him who were busy carrying some cans.
Warlock, who was usually known for being arrogant, seemed to be extremely careful when carrying those jars at this moment. Everyone had to tiptoe for fear that the thing would hit the ground and release something terrible.
They put those mysterious cans under the saddle of Dragonmaw Sky Raiders's Two-Headed Wyvern in the camp, and carried them in a net bag like a bag of bundled cluster bombs. But making Gul'dan so careful and confident proved that the contents of these cans were definitely more dangerous than bombs.
"What is that?"
A Warsong Clan Warlord felt something was wrong and asked suspiciously:
"Why didn't you take them out while Grom Chieftain was here?"
"This was just shipped from Zangala! It's the "secret weapon" that Shadow Council spent a lot of effort preparing for the conquest of Great Chieftain Blackhand!"
Gul'dan sneered and said:
"We are all Orcs. There are poor people in our clan who are infected with "Red Scourge" because of their physical weakness. You have all seen with your own eyes how that terrible disease can destroy the body and mind of a Warrior. It is a plague that all clans are afraid of!
But after we drank Bloodrage Potion, our strong bodies no longer had to worry about being infected by Red Scourge.
Draenei No way!
We have secretly conducted experiments with captives. In the presence of Red Scourge who have been re-tempered by us, those Blue Skins will become neither humans nor ghosts in a very short period of time. This thing will also cut off their contact with Holy Light.
Haha, we can take that city with it, Warlords.
Dragonmaw Clan's air cavalry will drop these things into Shattrath City from high altitude, and you should bring these canisters and smash them out when approaching the battlefield.
Don't worry.
We will not be infected if we drink the potion and become stronger, I promise."
Speaking of this, Gul'dan's eyes showed a dark and cold light, and he said meaningfully:
"And Warlords, haven't you noticed? The glorious Grom Chieftain has used his bravery to win us an excellent opportunity for a surprise attack.
Great Prophet Velen, the abominable Warden Diacum, General Jayde of the Krokuun Legion, and Grand Executor Hutton, as well as Shattrath City's defense general Tila Saran, these important figures of Blue Skins were all concentrated near the city gate of Shattrath City.
They want to watch our war leaders get their shit Saint Execute.
They are together.
They were defenseless and all they needed was a surprise attack and a few canisters exploding around them.
Hehe, yes, any accident can happen on a dangerous and chaotic battlefield.
It is true that we cannot easily Execute Diakum that bastard under the protection of Holy Light, but we can start directly from the body of Blue Skins and destroy their connection with Holy Light from the root.
By that time, Draenei will have lost their leader, and we will march into that city to victory as they wail!"
"Use plague? Are you crazy? Gul'dan!"
An angry Orcs Warlord cursed:
"You are such a bad bastard to the core! This is not in line with our honor at all, no! This is simply trampling on our honor! I won't do it! I believe Grom Chieftain will not be willing to win in this way.
We can defeat them head-on on the battlefield, so why do we use such disgusting and despicable methods?
Is this a command from Great Chieftain Blackhand?
Gul'dan!
Please tell me clearly, is this your idea or the order of Horde Great Chieftain!"
"Oh, is there a difference?"
Gul'dan spread his hands and said:
"War Horde needs victory. Great Chieftain desires victory. How many warriors will you have to die to capture that city? With my method, it only takes a few days. We can even capture Shattrath before Great Chieftain's main force arrives.
There is obviously an easier way, why do you have to waste so much time?
Do you care more about your own glory than Horde's victory?
Bah!
You hypocritical beasts shouting glory, what is the difference between you and those weak Blue Skins who talk about benevolence, justice and morality?"
"We don't have to!"
The leader Warsong Clan Warlord at the beginning pulled out his battle axe. He looked at the jars carried by Gul'dan and those Warlocks with disgust, and he cursed:
"Take your disgusting things away from our camp! We are proud Warsong Orc, we have our own way of war, and we disdain to use this kind of thing to pursue victory. If Grom knew that we used plague, he would definitely hack us to death with his own hands!
His son almost died in Red Scourge!
Warriors, don't listen to this dog's trick, come with me! Let's help our Chieftain and put an end to that Mak'gora that is totally unfair!
There is no glory in this wheel battle!"
He roared and immediately received a response from the Wolf Riders in the camp. They rode on Dire Wolf and roared out of T'uurem's camp in a black stream.
Behind them, Gul'dan stared coldly at these idiots with muscles in their heads.
He really couldn't understand why these guys could allow themselves to drink Demon Blood, but were so resistant to using the plague?
Is there any difference between the two?
A group of the Fallen are so naive that they want to retain some sense of morality?
But when Gul'dan saw the Warsong Clan emblems on their bodies and the battle axes in their hands, Warlock, who was very smart, understood that, well, these Felblood Orcs did not think that using plague weapons was "inhumane".
They just think it's not in line with their tradition, they just think it's very "Warrior".
What they objected to was poisoning Blue Skins with plague, but they had no objection to the purpose of "bloodbath Blue Skins".
Haha, I kept shouting "Glory", but my understanding of "Glory" was so distorted. I was right, they were really a bunch of beasts shouting "Glory"!
With such a tradition, even if there is no demon blood, even if there is no self, even if there is no Shadow Council, Orcs is on the road to conquering the world and bloodbathing the world, it is only a matter of time.
Bah!
You deserve to die at the hands of Diakum.
"Don't try to reason with Warsong Orc, Gul'dan, they have no such thing as a brain just like Blackrock Orc."
A deep voice sounded beside Gul'dan. Progenitor Warlock looked back and found that Dragonmaw Clan Chieftain Zuluhed was striding towards him, holding a riding crop.
As a member of Shadow Council, he has a good relationship with Gul'dan. Now he saw that the cans containing "added" Red Scourge were tied to the saddle of Two-Headed Wyvern, and his own Dragonmaw Sky Raiders were preparing to take off. He asked in a low voice:
"Are you sure these things will work?"
"Of course, I mixed it myself, with some "blessings" from the sea of stars added to it."
Gul'dan let out a cold laugh. He leaned on his bone staff and said:
"Our master personally blessed these plague seeds derived from the spore plague, which can make Red Scourge's outbreak time and life deterioration effect more significant. It is very satisfied with the "gifts" we found and presented to it from Draenor, and also claimed that these gifts will be given to the enemies in its hometown to taste.
In short, these plagues endowed with divine power by Polluter will definitely make the entire Shattrath City lose its ability to resist within half a month. By then, Blackhand will win a brilliant victory."
"But would Great Chieftain Blackhand really accept such a victory?"
Zuluhed is a little worried.
He whispered:
"Blackhand is a traditional Orcs Warrior, Gul'dan. He is as aggressive as Grom but values his own glory. If Grom cannot accept plague weapons, then Blackhand cannot either.
I'm just worried that Grom Hellscream will cause trouble for us afterwards!
That arrogant guy always thinks that relying on the power of Orcs is enough to wipe out Draenor, and he believes in Black Wolf God. According to my observation, Annihilator seems to prefer the pure Warrior, and its wolves will not follow us in the city washed by the plague."
"If Grom wants to cause trouble for us, he must survive first! I don't think Diakum will let him survive. As for Annihilator. Haha, it doesn't trust us and instead encourages Blackhand to appoint many Wolf Spirit Priest. No one knows what the elusive Black Wolf wants to do.
But since they are not traveling with us, let them go to Karabor Temple to cause trouble."
Gul'dan waved his hand nonchalantly and said:
"Blackhand wants to win. I gave him victory. Why is he still not satisfied?
He will see with his own eyes that Shadow Council won Talador, Frostfire Ridge and Shadowmoon Valley for him without any effort! After this plague, most of the Draenor continent will be controlled by Great Chieftain. In the face of such glory, the guy who is so happy with success will find reasons to convince himself to pretend that he has not seen our disgraceful methods.
Go ahead, Zuluhed.
Use your dragon knights to drop the seeds of plague that destroy hope from the sky, bring despair to Shattrath City and Blue Skins elsewhere, and use this to replace Polluter to say hello to the Draenei Clan who are destined to perish.
With this thing, War Horde will be victorious in every battle!
It's not even just used to deal with Draenei. I don't understand why Orgrim Doomhammer, who is known as the best general of the Blackrock Clan, has been with Frostfire Ridge for so long, but he still hasn't won a Frostwolf Clan?
Haha, if he needs help, then Shadow Council will be happy to help him win. After all, Red Scourge is equally deadly to those brown-skinned Orcs!"
"Well, Gul'dan, your insidiousness always makes me admire you."
Zuluhed boasted:
"With this victory, no one in Horde can stop the rise of Shadow Council. Maybe it won't be long before we can get rid of the puppet Blackhand and establish a Warlock dynasty of our own.
But you seem to be leaving here, Gul'dan, where are you going? Aren't you going to follow us into the ruins of Shattrath City as a winner?
Still say."
Dragonmaw Clan Chieftain blinked his eyes and whispered:
"Does it make you uncomfortable to be on the same land as Diakum Zastinss?"
"Oh, am I afraid of him?"
Gul'dan cursed very harshly:
"When that pathetic Blue Skins Saint is turned into a stooped and stupid idiot by Red Scourge, I will use a chain to turn him into a dog crawling at my feet!
As for what I'm going to do?
Zuluhed, don't ask if you shouldn't ask, you just need to know that I am serving the "master".
Don't worry, I established Shadow Council, and I will spread the wisdom of Warlock among you and me. I will not only enjoy the glory in the future. After the master gives the order, you will also embark on that glorious journey with me.
War Horde's victory is already certain, what I have to do now is to let them move from one victory to another.
Go ahead.
Do your thing.
Remember, once Shattrath City falls into chaos, don't hesitate to summon the demons under Polluter to come in here. They hope to get their loot in Auchindoun, and we can't let them down."
After saying that, Gul'dan leaned on the bone staff and walked lamely into a shadow door maintained by several Warlock. Zuluhed could vaguely see that the landing point on the opposite side seemed to be somewhere deep in Tanaan Jungle.
But that is by no means the location of Great Chieftain Blackhand's war fortress.
This Gul'dan.
It seems that after offering demon blood to Great Chieftain, he became mysterious and mysterious. Even the other high-level Warlocks among Shadow Council didn't know what he was doing.
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But what is certain is that Gul'dan seems to have diverted his attention from helping Great Chieftain Blackhand win.
So, what is he doing?
"Chieftain! The plague jars are all installed. We will dispatch sixty Two-Headed Wyvern to drop at least two hundred plague jars at Shattrath City, which is enough to cover most of the city. I will personally lead another team of sky knights to Karabor Temple and drop the same deadly things there.
The other flying dragon cavalry have their own goals. According to Gul'dan's instructions, we will use the fastest speed to spread these Plague Spores to the entire world, including those weak brown-skinned traitors who have taken refuge in Blue Skins!
This must bring them despair."
A strong Dragonmaw Clan High Overseer ran over and reported:
"Your car is also ready. Do you want to fly into the sky with us and bring despair to Blue Skins?"
"No, my child Mogor."
Zuluhed, who was holding the riding crop, smiled. He looked back at the strong and very loyal Orcs Warlord behind him and said:
"I will lead you to conquer the sky of Draenor. We Dragonmaw Clan are born to be the masters of the sky, but an old man like me should learn to leave the opportunity to make meritorious deeds to more promising young people like you.
Go ahead and take off!
Nekros goes to Shattrath, you go to Shadowmoon Valley, and the remaining Warlord will each take people to other towns, let the wings of our flying dragons cover Draenei's last hope, and avenge the poor and unlucky Nekrus."
The cunning and shrewd Dragonmaw Clan Chieftain does not intend to take the risk himself. Warlock, who cherishes his life so much, should give the opportunity to show his face to others.
You should hide like Gul'dan, don't let the flames of war burn you, and don't let the blood splash on your clothes.
But neither he nor Gul'dan noticed that on the wall near the camp, a dexterous crow was standing there elegantly preening its feathers, and heard their conversation clearly.
Well, Anzu, Draenor, the clairvoyant eyes and ears of the world, may the glory of "Watcher of Secrets" be given to it.
"What a beast!"
Diakum leaned on Ashbringer and took a look at the battle scars on his arm armor.
Celestial Gold from Argus couldn't resist the brute force and battle ax of this crazy Orcs.
Although Vigilant has always known that Orcs Warrior is a quite "magical" existence, their unique bloodline has given them almost endless combat effectiveness enhanced by endless anger. However, when Grom Hellscream actually faced off, Vigilant could truly appreciate the surprise when Dark Titan was slashed by a Green Skins bug in the official history.
Anger changes their character!
It's like a catalyst put into the fuel, making the heat burst faster and more violently.
At the beginning of the battle, Diakum could rely on the perfect power of his legendary rank to suppress Grom head-on, but it felt like a burning fire pot was pressed under his butt. It was only a matter of time before he encountered an explosion amid the increasingly fierce resistance.
Vigilant moved his fingers to make Holy Power Burning's anger boil even more. He knew that he could not let Grom's "endless anger" continue to increase.
Although it sounds a bit outrageous to play "Sanctified Seraphim" to fight a legendary Warrior, but considering that the opponent is "Hoo Daddy" who has killed two demigods with an axe, Vigilant's decision is full of necessary caution.
However, if Vigilant was just surprised by the enemy's strength and decided to use his ultimate move, the opposite Grom Hellscream's mood at this time would be described as "shocked".
The legendary Draenei defender in front of him, who was as solid as a rock and could not be broken, smashed, slashed, or beaten over, was definitely the most dangerous opponent he had ever encountered since he obtained Gorehowl.
He has been making frequent moves and has used all the means at his disposal.
With the Hellscream Family's fighting talent, he had the confidence to kill a Gronn with an ax headshot when his anger reached this point, but even so, he failed to cause any real "damage" to Diakum.
Old Velen is a demigod, one level ahead of Grom Hellscream in terms of life, but he still thinks he has a good chance of winning, and he did use his own tactics to win himself a chance to kill old Velen with a headshot.
This proves that Grom has a very accurate vision at the combat level.
The Diakum in front of him is as legendary as Warrior, but there is nothing he can do against this guy!
Every attack he makes will be perfectly defended by him. Every Execute he makes will be predicted by him in advance and he will use Holy Light to defend himself. He cannot reveal even the slightest flaw in this head-to-head battle.
Grom The hot Warrior instinct was telling him that as long as he showed a hint of weakness, Diakum could chop off his head.
He felt that he was not fighting a bulky Garrison Commander, but standing in front of him was clearly a Sword Saint who had polished his skills to the extreme.
He was leaning on Gorehowl and no longer cared about the carbonized wounds on his body that were cut by Ashbringer, let alone the burns from Diakum's Solar Impact. The pain inflicted on him still gave him strength, and the war blessing from the wolf spirit allowed him to transform all the anger that exceeded his own limits into destructive power.
It was like the last lock of reason restricting Warrior was opened, allowing him to abandon all unnecessary emotions and bet everything on pure fighting.
He gasped.
The blood-red eyes were staring at Draenei Saint in front of him. When he saw the white holy flame on Diakum's body ebbing from the tumbling and impacting posture and returning to the body, he knew that this short but enough battle to make him unforgettable and even make him regain his doubts was coming to an end.
Diakum is going to use his most powerful trick to kill himself!
This is exactly what I want!
"No wonder Gul'dan is so afraid of you. He should be afraid of you! That coward must have run away when he saw you coming back. How could the miserable Warlock dare to look directly at the flames that can burn away the soul?
But I'm curious, why does your city have to open its shields when there are no external enemies?"
Grom reached out and grabbed his broken Chieftain armor, tore it into pieces and threw it away, then lifted up the buzzing and roaring Gorehowl with his naked body.
He glanced at Shattrath City behind Diakum. After Velen returned to the city, the golden shield was opened, as if to guard against something.
Vigilant glanced at Character Card at this time, but there was no prompt that "the moment of destiny has arrived", which made him relieved. His timely return prevented a tragedy shaped by fate in Shattrath City.
Faced with Grom's inquiry, Diakum responded:
"You will see the answer with your own eyes. You will see how the so-called "honor" you pursue even if you become a half-demon is trampled on by your "companions". Then you will know what a disgusting organization you have joined, and you will see the cruel truth!
When you drink that cup of demon blood, you have lost anything that can be called "glory".
For a person like you who is as stubborn as a rock, you will never look back until you see the truth with your own eyes. As an apology for interrupting you and Mak'gora from Velen, I will let you see how War Horde trampled on your glory.
Give you another pleasure!"
Grom obviously does not believe in the pretense of Draenei Saint in front of him. He regards battle and victory as glory, and he is trying his best to obtain them at this moment.
The Black Wolf tattoos on both arms were lit up with angry blood. After confirming that under normal circumstances, he could not defeat Vigilant even if he tried to the limit, Hellscream decided to "sacrifice" himself to the war.
That is the most glorious blessing Annihilator bestows on Felblood Orcs.
It does not provide any additional destructive power bonus, nor does it improve the ability of a powerful warrior. After getting this Black Wolf tattoo, Orcss can burn their Life Force, will and determination to the end in exchange for combat power that breaks through the limit in a short period of time.
Blackhand gave this tattoo a good name, he called it "Death Wish".
Ha, only those true Warriors who love pure fighting and enjoy fighting dare to use such power. This is also the best gift Annihilator gives to Orcss.
For Warrior like Grom, this is a the One gift that he is willing to accept from Black Wolf. He does not bother to ask for other blessings from those Wolf Spirit Priest who were recently appointed by Great Chieftain Blackhand.
He already has power, and what is left he wants, he can use his own hands and battle ax to snatch back.
"Holy Light ah!"
In the call of Diakum, the beam wings ignited by the holy flames covered him with pure holy armor, transforming him into the punishing Seraphim. The moment he pulled out Flame Blade with a wave of his hands, Grom, who finally learned the truth, laughed loudly and without any hesitation, he pressed everything he had into War's Desire, who was running toward death.
No wonder no news came from that coward Old Dal, no wonder Burning Blade Clan no longer participated in Blackhand's war of conquest.
Draenor Orc Blademaster, who had the most powerful skills ever born on the earth, has died in the hands of this foreign war leader. Diakum replaced Old Da'ar Threefold-Bloodletter and stood at the pinnacle of all Warrior skills.
He has already proven the gold content of Vigilant.
How is it possible to defeat such a strong person without giving something up?
Victory that is brilliant enough to engrave the soul, and Gleam that is enough to comfort death, has never been so cheap!
"Come on! Come on!!! This is the fight I want! This is the glory I long for! Come on! Send me to the Other Side, or fall down in front of my eyes!"
Hellscream laughed wildly.
In the explosion of Gleam tattooed by Black Wolf, his explosive anger burned to the point of breaking through the shackles at this moment.
When the anger of the red flames burned into the giant wolf's head and turned into the roar of an evil ghost, he embraced death for the sake of victory and crushed the ground, dragging his battle ax towards Seraphim Diakum who was bringing a wave of sunlight in front of him to kill him.
Whether it was Orcs or Draenei, whether it was Anzu peeking at the battlefield from a high altitude, or the exotic raven flying high above the clouds, everyone's eyes were attracted by this head-on fight.
But they can't see the results.
Only white light can be seen covering the earth in an explosive manner, just like a Holy Light nuclear bomb detonating at this moment. There is a red flame burning tenaciously in the stream of light. Only the collision and roar of weapons represent the absolutely fatal fight.
Just when there was deathly silence, the sky knights of the Dragonmaw Clan appeared above the clouds.
Under the leadership of Warlord Nekros, they were about to launch an "air plague tank" attack on Shattrath City, but as soon as it fell, Warlord was dumbfounded. Why did Shattrath City's defensive barrier suddenly rise?
In the previous tactical pull, it was clear that this thing can even block the Hellfire thrown by Warlock. Will it really be useful to smash the plague can?
"Warlord! What to do now? Blue Skins have raised the city barrier!"
An air trooper stepped forward to ask, and Nekros glared at him.
Are you asking me on horseback?
How do I know what to do?
Chieftain has never told me what to do in this situation before. Do you think my brain can come up with a good solution?
But in this situation, there is no use throwing the can away.
Warlord squinted his eyes, and then noticed Mak'gora who was still going on outside the city. He used his muscles to think for a while and then suddenly got the idea and shouted to the others:
"Change the target and leave a team of people behind to attack the hateful Saint of Blue Skins with plague jars! He is also Draenei, and this plague is also useful to him! Grom Hellscream will not be infected after drinking blood.
Ha, I will give him a glorious victory.
The remaining people go to Auchindoun or other Draenei gathering areas and drop the plague cans! The Blue Skinss have always been united, and they will not leave their own people alone.
Hey, I'm so smart.
I think I can also become a Warlock, Chieftain and Great Chieftain will definitely reward us for this!"