Wolf Spirit Priest told Blackhand about Orgrim's plan.
He knew that the weak guy he had watched grow up had no intention of staying at Tanaan Jungle to fight with the K'ure Alliance. The first thing Great Chieftain, the second War Horde, did when he took office was to escape with his tribe.
This doesn't look like Orcs's decision at all, it's simply a shame.
Black Wolf God also gave him a choice.
Lycantos wants Blackhand, the guy who failed to compete for the leadership of the hunting group, to perform one last noble service for his hunting group.
This is a cruel choice.
But Blackhand knew that he had no choice, he couldn't even pass his own level.
After all, he was an Orcs who had been Great Chieftain. Instead of burying his dignity and hiding his name in Draenor to avoid being wanted by the K'ure Alliance forever, hoping that his daughter would pretend that she had never seen him for the sake of father-daughter love, or be tied up and pushed to the Judgment seat of Shattrath City to accept the Judgment of Blue Skins, it would be better to go and break up with the leader of Draenei while he still has the heart of Warrior!
Challenging death when there is no way to survive is the choice Orcs would make!
Black Wolf God told him that Diakum, who had killed Doom Lord, entered a weak state. According to Great Chieftain Blackhand's estimation, under desperate circumstances, with the blessing of Black Wolf God's divine power and the wolves, he should be able to hold Diakum down for at least dozens of minutes.
But it turned out that he thought too much.
Only three minutes into the battle, Blackhand was at the point where he had to keep rolling to avoid the chopping holy blade in order to avoid being decapitated.
As for the wolves he placed his hope on.
The brave heir of Lycantos will now be chased everywhere by the "fifty dollar good brother" of dog Saint. As Holy Light continues to polish it, Diakum's Guardians of Kings has already grown to the point where it can handle the legendary demon on its own.
It can also turn into a streamer and fly back and forth on the battlefield. With the protection of Archangels and the presence of a pack of wolves, it cannot affect the decisive battle between Vigilant and its predecessor Great Chieftain.
"Bang"
The Ashbringer wrapped in the holy flame was chopped off on the head, and Blackhand used his famous "Rock Hand" to resist it. However, the huge force of Diakum shattered the solid stone skin cooled by the magma on his arm. The high-temperature sword mark left behind even reheated the unique rock, making Blackhand feel the burning pain.
He panted and rolled up, moved his fingers and grabbed his war hammer.
The hope of survival was gone.
Vigilant, who was wearing Wolf Pelt Cloak in front of his eyes, had cold eyes. There was no trace of mercy in his blue eyes. What was reflected in his eyes was a sin-ridden soul. Letting Blackhand go here was a blasphemy against Draenor's justice.
"Fight without thinking too much."
Black Wolf God's whisper echoed in Blackhand's ears, making Great Chieftain grit his teeth and completely kill the last thought of escape in his heart.
He let out a roar and rushed towards Diakum. He swung Dark Hand with brute force and hit the half-giant in front of him, but was blocked by the opponent with his sword.
Dark Hand Warhammer is a specially made weapon.
This legendary weapon created by Blackhand using the techniques of Elemental Forging contains Everburning Flame from elemental lava, which always maintains a fatal high temperature. Only Blackhand's rock fingers that cannot feel pain can use it perfectly.
This brutal weapon is like the character of Blackhand.
Fiery, cruel, and blazing, he longs for blazing burning rather than slow extinguishing. The war hammer that ignites with rage is his endless pursuit of victory.
He longed to use Blackrock Clan's fire to burn away the weak world and create an extremely powerful Orcs civilization. For this reason, he drank the demon blood and for this reason he followed the wolves.
He considers himself a Warrior, so all the great powers in the world should be controlled by himself, just for the sake of victory.
Dark Hand's hammer head burst into angry flames, but it was completely unable to affect Diakum's sharp counterattack. When Most Holy Slash's charge was completed, as the sharp blade was swung, the violent Blinding Light explosion hit Blackhand's chin like a heavy punch. As he staggered back, he still tried hard to defend the next blow.
But in the holy Charge brought up by the convergence of the streamer, the half-giant Execute holding the sword in both hands roared and fell. The moment the weapons collided, Blackhand knew that he was finished.
Can't stop it!
So, is this how Grom felt at that time?
"Poof"
Diakum's holy blade was blocked for a moment, but then it poured down like a torrent, completing a perfect Execute in front of Blackhand's eyes.
The blazing blade cut into the shoulder, and was driven by the force to almost completely cut Blackhand's body open. Blood spurted out from the laceration. Black Wolf God's power was taking effect, trying to lock Blackhand's Life Force, trying to get him into the Death Wish of "exchanging injuries for strength."
However, how can the technique that has been used once on Grom be effective a second time in front of Warrior of Light?
"Back off!"
Vigilant stepped forward with a sword.
The first sword removed Blackhand's left arm, the second sword pierced Great Chieftain's heart, and the third sword slashed across the neck. When the holy flame Dispersion was on the sharp blade, only a headless corpse was left behind him after shaking a few times and hitting the ground.
The rolling head fell to the ground.
When Diakum turned around, he happened to look into Blackhand's eyes.
There was still a little bit of unquenched anger in his eyes, but the battle was over.
The wolves in the surrounding forest that were killed by Guardians of Kings let out one after another wails, and then disappeared into the forest as quickly as they appeared.
The glorious Guardians of Kings chased after him, trapped a legendary demon wolf under his sword, and took it and its heirs away in the blazing "Burning Explosion".
The noisy jungle just now became quiet, like a dark and cold cemetery.
Diakum put away the holy blade. He bent down and picked up Blackhand's head. He burned the filthy flesh and blood with the holy flame in his palm, leaving only a standard Orcs skull.
"When I wake up, I can kill you. I didn't do that not because of how strong you or your War Horde is."
Vigilant Blowed away the ashes around the skull, as if comforting the soul, he said softly:
"I used the threats you brought to the world to shape the unity of the K'ure Alliance, giving this small world the possibility of fighting and surviving in Burning Crusade. You have been a bastard all your life, Blackhand, but in the end you did something good.
At least he didn't kneel down and be a dog to the devil, and he could muster up the courage to face me in the name of the clan.
Okay, I admit that you are a Warrior, but that's all."
He threw a ball of Holy Fire to incinerate the remains of Blackhand, then picked up the dim Dark Hand war hammer, waited for a moment by the flames, and finally burned Blackhand picked up the "Blackhand" that was tempered by the elemental magma of Draenor, wrapped it in Great Chieftain's cloak, and then left here.
The wolf howl of Mag'har Orcs has been heard in the distant jungle, and Griselda Blackhand should be among them.
He killed her father and always wanted to bring the relics to the child.
However, after walking into the jungle, Diakum stopped. In front of him, a spirit-like Black Wolf stepped out of the shadows, and squatted in front of Vigilant like Dire Wolf, staring at him with dark green eyes, but not hostile.
"Loa God's promotion was completed so quickly, and he was able to create a spirit body that can walk in the human world. As expected, someone was assisting you behind the scenes when you changed jobs from Fel Force to Death Force."
Dick looked at it and said:
"Should I ridicule you for being content to be a dog for the conspirators? Or should I say that you, the wolf, have really inherited the character of Goldrinn, who will never be satisfied with obeying a certain force and regard betrayal as a common occurrence?
Life, Fel, death, Lycantos, you are already a real slave of the three surnames!"
"You can sarcastically say whatever you want, Diakum·Vigilant."
The spirit body of Lycantos replied quite nonchalantly:
"I'm not here to argue with you. I just want to use the death of Blackhand to prove one thing to you. The souls of Green Skins Orcs after death will not go to Twisting Nether. They will enter Land of the Dead under my guidance.
The demonic blood in their bodies will dry up over time. At that time, they only need to deal with the source of pollution, and these half-demon will return to pure flesh and blood. They will eventually become a member of the stars, hunt the star sea with my wolf pack, and fight to the death.
I just want to ask you, even beg you, to let them go."
"Such a weak plea is not what a Loa God should say."
Vigilant said:
"I can't find any reason to let Green Skinss rush into another world and bring more disasters. Holy Light's rules do not allow me to do so."
"But it is destined. The fate of Draenor and Azeroth has already been decided in the era of Great Ordering of Light and Shadow. You can use your own efforts to reverse the fate of Draenor, but you still cannot resist such a heavy destiny.
Green Skins Orcs will definitely enter Azeroth, it's just a matter of quantity.
Even if there is no Orcs, Medivh will find other forces to serve as his "pointers". He will watch the whole process as you use War Horde's threats to create K'ure Alliance's unity.
He just needs to follow your experience and start over in his world again."
Lycantos shook his head and said:
"You and I both know there is something in Medivh's soul. Are you sure it is really a good thing to awaken it now?"
"I can't sit back and let disaster happen and ignore it."
Vigilant's answer made Black Wolf a little disappointed.
It got up and left, but before Dispersion, it reminded:
"Are you sure that your current thoughts are your own thoughts, or are they the result of Holy Light's discipline? Saint, don't you realize that you are losing your humanity?
Holy Light hopes to see a selfless, enthusiastic, just and wise leader who shapes you like that, and your appearance is intoxicating, so perfect, so glorious, but there is no fresh human flavor that life should have.
You are destined to become the leader of People of Light, but at what cost? Diakum.
I have become Loa, and I can see realms that mortals cannot see. Your connection with the world is being severed by Holy Light, just like those demons who obey the rage of Fel.
With the love of Holy Light, you are about to become another kind of "devil".
You have gone too far.
You have begun to confuse Holy Light's dogma with personal morality. You are obsessed with fighting fate. The ideal is too grand, so you can only move forward with a heavy load, but ignore whether the direction is correct.
Your way of changing your destiny is too rough! You can shape the destiny of Draenor on your own because the world is small and changing your destiny requires little power. But can you fight against the heavy destiny of Azeroth on your own?
Even if you are burned and thrown in, it won't even make a sound!
Every time you fight against fate, you need Holy Light's help, and every time Holy Light helps you, more divinity will be injected into your body! But you are a human being, you are not a sculpture born only to fight against fate.
Do you have your own fun?
Do you have your own hobbies?
Is your union with Archbishop Nali love? Or is your little "self" left to save yourself?
Don't move forward blindly in the light, don't let Him shape you anymore, go and find yourself in the shadows, this may be your last chance to look back! We will meet again at Azeroth. I hope that by then, I can see a more rational and self-sacrificing soul full of divinity.
You know, Holy Light actually doesn't want to see you sacrifice like this."
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Black Wolf disappeared into the forest, and Diakum continued to move forward in silence.
He saw the Mag'har Orcss driving Dire Wolf. After a short wait, Griselda Blackhand received the message and rushed over like crazy accompanied by Gaiara.
She jumped off Dire Wolf and saw Saint the skull, Rock Hand and the dim flaming war hammer placed on the stone in front of her.
That was the last trace of her father.
In the past many years, Griselda has been full of resentment towards her father, but when she saw her father's remains with her own eyes, this strong woman Warrior, who always tried to make herself meet her father's requirements, still cried bitterly.
She knelt down in front of Blackhand's skull. She had never felt so lost and sad.
She resents her father, but takes her father as her goal and role model in life.
But now, she has lost him.
"If that comforts you"
Diakum put his hand on Griselda's shoulder and said softly:
"Although your father's soul was not allowed to return to the ranks of Ancestral Spirit, he did not fall into Twisting Nether. Black Wolf picked him up and took him to the Other Side. I guess he will reach a place where he can fight forever and conquer forever.
For him, that is the perfect place to belong."
Vigilant paused, picked up the Dark Hand warhammer and handed it to Griselda, he said:
"And if Death Force's conspiracy continues, maybe one day in the future, you will be able to see him again, and as an enemy, launch a Mak'gora attack on your father that you have always dreamed of."
"Really?"
Griselda wiped his tears.
She looked at Vigilant, who nodded to her and said:
"Holy Light Walker cannot lie, so I am not comforting you as Holy Light Walker. Be strong, the battle is not over yet."
"Hmm!"
Blackhand's Daughter picked up his father's war hammer, and while swinging it, the Everburning Flame that came from the depths of the Gorgrond magma ignited again.
"Your two brothers will not allow this weapon to remain in your hands."
Gaiara whispered to his battle sisters:
"They will definitely try their best to challenge or even murder you."
"Wouldn't that be better?"
Griselda bared his teeth and said with red eyes:
"In the past, when my father was here, I still let them go. Now that Blackhand is dead, let the three of us use our real skills to see who is the most qualified Blackrock Chieftain!"
"Saint! Warlord Margok sent back the message!"
A Arakkoa fell from a high altitude, and it reported to Diakum:
"They have already adjusted the position of Rukhmar's Breath. Gua, Talon King can launch a bombardment at Green Skins's Dark Portal at any time! They are waiting. Awaiting your instructions. In addition, Warrior of the K'ure Alliance is being teleported to our area and can launch a decisive attack on War Horde's last fortress at any time!"
"No need to wait any longer."
Diakum waved his hand and said:
"Let Rukhmar's Breath roar and let Warriors enter the battlefield! I am not willing to let any Green Skins escape from this world, but if they are destined to leave, then use war to see them off.
Let them learn to stay away when they encounter K'ure Alliance and Battle Standard in the stars."
"The feeling of death is not as bad as I thought."
Blackhand followed Black Wolf in another world. He did not enter Realm of Death through the "regular process", but considering that racial death gods like Bwonsamdi have their own "privileges", this is not considered a "smuggling".
Great Chieftain looked around curiously. Everywhere he saw was a vast white ectoplasmic realm where the details could not be seen clearly. He scratched his smooth scalp and asked Lycantos who was leading the way:
"So, Wolf God, where will I go?"
"Don't ask me, this is also my first time leading the souls to bury, and I am also getting familiar with the "business" of the God of Death."
Black Wolf God whispered:
"But a sin-ridden soul like yours will most likely be sent to the territory of those vampires Revendreth, or the Maw will be fined directly by the arbiter. After all, you have colluded with the devil.
Although it was not your will, the world of death has its own rules, which are rigid and indifferent.
But you're lucky, and I'm not too lucky either. We got a little "privilege" under the rules.
I will send you to a cruel war-torn place, where the bravest souls of Warrior from the entire material stars gather. They fight and conquer day and night in that war place, and the weak are only worthy of becoming the nourishment of the strong.
But as long as you are strong and brave enough, you can stand out in the hell of war."
"Sounds like a really good place."
Blackhand moved his fists with some excitement. He seemed to have forgotten the grief and anger at death and said:
"Then if I conquer there"
"You can't do it!"
Lycantos stopped and waved his claws to push aside the spiritual essence of the realm, revealing the war floating island in front of him like a continent. It said:
"You can't do it on your own, but you can try. Your people will be sent here one after another in the subsequent wars. You failed at Draenor, Blackhand, but you may be able to start a new one here.
This is the eternal belonging of War Horde. After you are hopeless warmongers, you only deserve to come here and be polished by the endless flames of war.
Go ahead.
Go and attend the "Welcome Ceremony" of Maldraxxus.
You have to kill a hundred alien souls who have just died like you there with your bare hands before you are eligible to be awarded the rank of private. If you "die" for the second time, you are finished."
"Where is Grom?"
Blackhand asked:
"Where is Kilrogg? Will their souls come here?"
"Grom has other responsibilities. When Kilrogg died, I had not yet obtained the power of the God of Death. You cannot see them here."
Black Wolf God said:
"You are the first one to come here Orcs."
"Ha, then of course I will become Great Chieftain! Thank you, Wolf God, for sending me to this good place. I will rebuild Horde here and let Draenor keep its peace. I am going to start a new war."