5. First Clash: The Green Skins, Beaten Until They Lost Confidence, Discover the Joy of Blowing Up a Fishpond

(Additional update for "Huo Zhengtinghao" brother [4/5])

"Ah sneeze!"

Chromie, who returned to Black Morass's temporary camp, suddenly sneezed. She rubbed her nose and complained that it must be another bad guy who was speaking ill of her behind her back.

Alas, it is difficult to be a dragon, and it is difficult to be a good dragon. It is too difficult to be a good dragon who is heartless and likes to make trouble.

However, Chromie was now filled with a sense of satisfaction after "curing illnesses and saving lives."

She feels like a messenger of justice!

the Weaver should personally come forward and issue her a one-ton gem medal. After all, as Bronze Dragons, she knows very well what kind of disastrous consequences it will have if Arcanagos is really let go of Karazhan.

Blue Dragonflight originally had few people, and Emerald Dragonflight was in trouble. They were two unlucky ones. They were also fellow dragons, so they could save each one.

Moreover, Chromie now feels a sense of excitement in his heart about "doing bad things".

She is Time Guardian, and she must not break the law. In the normal timeline, even if she knew that Arcanagos would die, she could only watch her people fall. This is the cruel principle of Time Guardian.

Just like when Black Dragon King Neltharion took out Dragon Soul, the Lord of Time Nozdormu knew what would happen, but it still had to pretend not to know and put its Energy Infusion in.

This behavior directly led to Blue Dragon being almost exterminated in War of the Ancients by the corrupted Deathwing.

From this point of view, Bronze Dragons owes Blue Dragon a lot.

But in this already chaotic timeline, at Diakum's request, she was finally able to convince her "professional ethics" to take a break and disregard the rules to personally save her compatriots, all as a favor.

Anyway, this sealed timeline has been abandoned by Bronze Dragonflight. Its development will never affect "normal history". Just treat it as a "dream". After waking up from the dream, everything will be normal.

Hmm, so this is how Infinite Dragonflights feel on a daily basis?

This kind of random destruction of established history. Hey, why is it so exciting?

Well, it seems that not only humans and other creatures have the dark side of the soul, but dragons like myself are not exempt from it either.

"I sent it back and used time regression to erase its memory to prevent it from being tempted into corruption by the void shadow you left behind."

Chromie, leaning on his staff, walked to Diakum, who was writing the sacred contract with his own hands, and whispered.

"Excuse me, my dear friend."

Diakum thanked him in a gentle tone:

"If you weren't by my side, I really don't know how to solve this matter. Void has been tempting me to sacrifice that giant dragon to Him, and I definitely wouldn't do it. But it's very troublesome to suppress a giant dragon for a long time. I can't roughly break its four legs and wings."

"Are all you Ancient Eredar so violent?"

Chromie made a face and waved his hand to signal Draenei not to be so polite, but then said seriously:

"Your Voidform is too dangerous. The void pollution you have unleashed is difficult to clean up. Although I know you are undergoing a trial of the path of light and darkness, and it would be best if you could not be interfered with by Holy Light, but you cannot use Voidform against the enemy every time.

Isn't there a safer way to fight that doesn't require so much fanfare?"

Vigilant thought for a while and said:

"Then I will use Warrior's method to solve the problem next time. I am also about to learn and master the defender's skills."

Chromie was then satisfied.

After all, she is still Partner of Justice, and she cannot see the growth of the Void forces in Material World. What's more, there is a deep hatred between Dragon Aspectss and the Void.

But before going to write today's Bronze Dragons travel diary, the little dwarf glanced at Garona and Khadgar in the distance with strange eyes, who were leaving together for Black Morass.

Xin said that the timeline is so messed up, how can these two guys still get together?

Can we not always try to correct our destiny in such strange places?

Not long after, Lieutenant Windsor, who had been "coaxed to sleep" by Diakum, woke up leisurely. He stretched out comfortably and felt that the sleep had replenished his energy. However, when he sat up and took a look, he was startled. Why was there another lady in black robe with a hood in the camp?

Is this a member of the K'ure Alliance?

"Don't worry, she is just a warm-hearted mage passing by. She heard that Orcs entered this world, so she planned to help."

Diakum said casually:

"We will set off after you have rested, Lieutenant, my Warriors are still waiting in the swamp."

"Oh, you can leave at any time, Your Excellency."

Windsor Second Lieutenant clenched his fist and knocked on his breastplate to indicate that he was fine. He ran to feed his war horse. Dick put away the half-written holy deed, as if he was afraid that others would discover his dog reptile calligraphy.

He stood up and said to Aegwynn who was meditating by the campfire:

"How long will it take for your friends to come over?"

"We'll be there tonight."

Former Guardian said:

"Old Meryl is traveling in Quel'Thalas, staying with another old friend of mine. The two of them will come together after the preparations are completed. Plus you and me, four demigods should be enough to handle this matter."

"But the mage is almost Invincible in his own Mage Tower."

Diakum said:

"What are you going to do with Karazhan's various facilities?"

"That Mage Tower was built by my husband and I, Vigilant. Although Medivh has expanded its underground part over the years, that tower still remembers me, and that is enough."

Aegwynn behaved very confidently.

Diakum said to himself that he underestimated the enemy. No wonder you lost so miserably at the hands of your son in the official history. If Medivh hadn't been suspected of betraying him, Aegwynn's life would have ended in this confrontation between mother and son.

Vigilant can also be sure that Aegwynn will discover a "truth" that can defeat all her pride and reason in the next confrontation.

As Holy Light Walker, he should kindly remind the previous guardian to pay more attention, but at this time, Light and Shadow Trial's Diakum must follow the rules of the shadow, and the shadow will not allow him to cause more trouble.

Take the initiative to help others?

That is what only a righteous person would do!

Please recognize your current identity, Shadow Apprentice Diakum!

You have to stay rational in the dark at all times, watch the development of events as a third party and look for the right moment to strike a fatal blow, and prepare your own plan in a way that maximizes benefits.

You can stick to your moral principles and not become a bad person, but you must curb your selflessness and Consecration that scorch people's eyes to avoid unplanned exposure.

Walking in the darkness to serve the light sounds cool, but it is never as simple as imagined.

"You seem to have been waiting for something since just now."

When the group got back on the road and officially entered Black Morass, Aegwynn, who was riding Magic Carpet with Chromie, restrained his voice with some magic and said to Diakum:

"Is there anything in this swamp you're looking for?"

"I'm waiting for the distress firework that is destined to rise."

Dick didn't hide anything, he answered with the voice of Priest's soul:

"Gavinrad General and his scouts did not correctly understand the threat of Orcs. They regarded it as the same scourge as Gnoll. I realized that it was difficult to change their minds with earnest persuasion.

So I changed my approach.

It is said that only by being in darkness can one correctly understand the meaning of the existence of light. I would like to test whether this statement can be developed into the basis of the path of "Light-Shadow Twinborn"."

He paused, looked at the endless Black Morass in front of him, and called out the shadow covering his body like a black veil, and said:

"I single-handedly formed K'ure Alliance and united the Draenor world. I originally wanted to do it again in Azeroth, but maybe I can change it. Well, a gentler one that will not trigger a violent counterattack by fate.

After all, I have seen with my own eyes how terrible the counterattack unleashed by fate can be under the pressure of swiftness and pressure."

"Is this your own idea? Or is it a whisper of temptation from the dark?"

Aegwynn said:

"Can you correctly tell the difference between the two?"

"Don't worry, I can do it, I can for now."

Dick replied calmly:

"I have almost lost myself in the light once. I regard the training of Holy Light as my desire. I have learned my lesson and will not fall in the same pit twice."

"These Orcs. are very average."

In the central area of Black Morass, in the Traveler's Camp established by the Stormwind Kingdom, Gavinrad General, who had just experienced an encounter and won, handed his helmet to the adjutant, and walked up to several tied up and disgraced Orcs scouts with a riding crop in hand.

He carefully observed these Green Skins creatures.

The latter's blood-red eyes and brutality and ferocity in battle left a deep impression on him, but a five-man Wolf Rider team was obviously unable to fight against more than thirty well-trained knights in the swamp.

There was no need for the general to take personal command. His subordinates Warrior relied on their experience of killing Gnoll on weekdays to defeat and capture the opponent.

Although two knights were injured, there were no casualties.

"The tattoos on their bodies are some sort of magical effect, General."

The mage captain Malin who accompanied the army carefully inspected these ferocious Orcs prisoners. After taking notes, he whispered to Gavinrad General:

"The way it takes effect is very similar to the elemental power used by the dwarves Shaman, but it is also very similar to the tattoos of the Gurubashi Trolls Headhunter. It is these tattoos that provide them with a series of strength bonuses in battle, allowing them to heal themselves quickly.

The power of these Orcs is quite exaggerated.

Although our Warrior only wears light chain armor, it still has a certain degree of defense. Orcs can actually achieve armor-breaking effects using rough blunt instruments. This is enough to prove that in a one-on-one battle, even human veterans do not have an advantage.

However, there is something strange in Orcs's blood."

The serious Master Malin glanced at the test tube he placed next to him, which contained strange blue-red blood, and he said:

"Their blood is very pungent, like some kind of alchemical medicine. It even feels a bit similar to dragon's blood potion to me. This is not normal! They should have been contaminated by some external force, or this could explain why they have been so irritable and can hardly think rationally.

If their Warrior are like this, they are nothing more than a group of violent beasts."

"That Vigilant said that Orcs drank Demon Blood, causing their collective degradation in exchange for strength. But now it seems that the strength they gained by sacrificing their own traditions and souls is nothing more than this."

Gavinrad General spat disdainfully.

As a Holy Light Follower, he undoubtedly despises the choices of Orcss.

The five tied-up Orcs prisoners roared like wild beasts at the surrounding human soldiers who regarded them as monsters. However, one of them, the shorter Orcs, quietly observed these humans and the camp amidst the noise made by other companions.

Just as mages Gavinrad and Malin assess their threats, Wolf Spirit Priest disguised as Wolf Rider is also assessing these humans.

Judging from the slight disdain in his eyes, these humans are obviously not dangerous opponents in his eyes.

And after they were captured, they followed the humans and found the One supply point in this endless swamp. By following this supply point and the way humans came, they could leave here and go to their country.

The short Orcs moved his body, touched his companion, and nodded inaudibly.

A moment later, a low howling sound could be heard coming from the swamp at dusk.

On the other side, the evaluations of mages Gavinrad General and Malin have ended. The general nicknamed "Stern" read the assessment report of the mages and said:

"Then, now we only need to find out the number of these Green Skins Orcs and their city locations, and then we can send this report back to Stormwind.

The good news is that currently, compared to Orcs, we have advantages in equipment and terrain. The terrain from Black Morass to the Redridge Mountains is easy to defend and difficult to attack. Even if they take the initiative to attack, they will not be able to break through our defense in a short time.

I just don't know how organized they are and whether their social system is close. It's hard to judge the war potential of these guys just from the current contact, right?

Did you hear anything?"

Malin Master immediately stood up and opened the window. The sound of wolves howling in the distance made the Master turn around in surprise and asked:

"Where can such a pack of wolves come from in Black Morass? The environment here is simply not suitable for canine creatures to survive!"

"No! It's Orcs's reinforcements!"

Gavinrad General immediately remembered the warning from Lord Diakum. These Orcss can summon wolves to help fight because of their belief in "Black Wolf God", but how did they get to the location of Traveler's Camp so quickly?

It is built in a valley, and it is difficult for people who are not familiar with the terrain to find it in a short time.

"Those prisoners!"

Malin is worthy of being a mage. His mind was spinning very fast and he shouted:

"They were captured on purpose just to find our camp! Quick, kill them!"

"Ah!"

The screams rang out in the camp made the general grab his sword and kick the door out. Then he saw the tied-up Orcs attacking his own Warrior in the chaos. The cowhide rope could not trap them at all.

The short Wolf Rider got on his horse after cutting down a knight, pulled the reins skillfully, and looked back at Gavinrad General, who was rushing over.

The human general clearly saw the sarcasm and ridicule on Orcs's green face.

Even.

"Arrogance!"

Wolf Spirit Priest spoke a newly learned human word in a weird accent, causing the mage behind the general who was throwing Arcane Missiles to freeze in place.

Orcs is much smarter than they think, even if they look like a bunch of brainless and violent beasts,

A few minutes later, the veteran stationed in Traveler's Camp came to report in despair:

"General, we are surrounded outside. There are at least more than a hundred Orcs and the same number of magic wolves! They sent an envoy, saying."

"What did you say?"

Gavinrad reached out and closed the eyes of the dead knight in front of him, and said in a cold tone:

"What did those Green Skins say?"

"They said let us surrender! They also invited you to meet their Chieftain, saying that Black Wolf God's Hunting Pack also welcomes human brothers"

The veteran tremblingly handed over an animal skin scroll with the emblem of the Thunderlord Clan, on which were the teachings and mottos of Black Wolf God.

"Damn heretics trying to threaten the followers of Holy Light with death! What a blasphemy!"

Gavinrad threw the animal skin roll into the bonfire with a look of disgust, turned around and said to Master Malin:

"Teleport back to Stormwind and relay my report to Lothar in person. Orcs is very dangerous. You must take it seriously! Gnoll is a group of insignificant beasts compared to them. Let our kingdom be prepared. A war more dangerous than the disaster of Gnoll is coming!"

"Hmm."

Malin Master starts teleporting immediately.

He recited the incantation in the standard Dalaran style, allowing arcane magic to gather around him. However, just as the recitation was about to end, the gathered arcane magic suddenly dissipated like a light flickering out.

This scene made the mage turn pale. Under the general's solemn gaze, he said:

"Teleportation Spell is banned, there is a caster among Orcs! A caster more powerful than me, we are trapped here."

Gavinrad pulled out the signal gun given to him by Draenei without hesitation, raised his hand and pulled the trigger. There was a muffled sound, and a group of the K'ure Alliance assembly signs lit up high in the sky above Black Morass.

The stern Gavinrad probably never imagined that he would need help from foreigners less than six hours after he got this flare gun.

Although it seemed cowardly to ask for help before the battle started, the general knew that Draenei probably foresaw this scene by giving him the flare gun.

Damn it!

These Draenor people are so bad!