(Additional update for "Huo Zhengtinghao" brother [2/5])
War Horde and Dark Iron Dwarves reached a preliminary agreement, but of course this was not "voluntary" by Dark Iron Dwarves.
When Orgrim took Green Skinss to Burning Steppes before, the famous slave owners of Azeroth ignored Orgrim's diplomatic request. They confidently sent out their own black iron Warrior and golem army, trying to capture these strong and strong guys as slaves.
Then, they became slaves.
It only took War Horde more than a month to conquer the entire Burning Steppes. Dark Iron Dwarves fought them four times and lost all four times!
The dead, injured and captured totaled more than tens of thousands of people. They directly beat Emperor Thaurissan, the leader of Dark Iron Dwarves, and even summoned a group of Sulfuron Harbingers and an astonishing number of Fire Elementals from "Fire Lord" whom Dark Iron Dwarves believed in.
He originally planned to use these troops to defend Blackrock Mountain and Shadowforge City, but he didn't expect that Orgrim played a trick on him.
After realizing that Dark Iron Dwarves believed in the four Elemental Lords of Azeroth, Great Chieftain immediately sent a group of Green Skins Shaman to "study" and worship.
These Shaman have all gone through the "test". Although they drank the magic blood, they did not change jobs and become Warlock in the most difficult time. It stands to reason that no element would want this kind of Shaman contaminated by Fel, but the problem is that Ragnaros the Firelord is not a serious Elemental Lords.
After asking these Shaman to offer their loyalty and faith to it, Fire Lord generously granted them the power to control the flames.
Although this method of obtaining element inheritance is a bit outrageous, don't worry about whether the method is correct or not, just say whether these Orcs are now Shaman.
Although he can only control Fire Elementals and some lava elements, at least the old skill inherited by Orcs has indeed returned, and thanks to Fire Elementals's fury, the strategic magic "Bloodlust" that Orcs Warrior need most when fighting can also be released again.
This also makes some Green Skins Warrior people who miss the past very excited. They believe that Orgrim is gradually realizing the vow of "let Horde be glorious again and make Orcs great again", so their morale has been boosted based on the continuous victory.
As for how they invaded Blackrock Mountain and occupied Blackrock Spire, there is no need to elaborate.
Anyway, Kargath and Grom made a surprise and covert raid. It only took two days to break through the Blackrock Mountain gate that Dark Iron Dwarves thought was indestructible. Afterwards, they broke into Blackrock Spire and were even more devastated along the way.
Emperor Thaurissan's side was desperate and began to prepare to fight "Black Anvil City Defense War". As a result, War Horde actually took the initiative to cease the war and sent people again to discuss cooperation matters.
To be honest, when the war reached this point, even though Dark Iron Dwarves was famous for being insidious and cunning, they realized that it was time to "lay down their weapons and pursue peace."
"Thorisson said that the engineers under his command will take down Bronzebeard Dwarves's city walls and passes at Thelsamar. We only need to serve as their vanguard and penetrate into the core of the dwarf kingdom to withstand Bronzebeard Dwarves's counterattack for them."
When heading to Shadowforge City's exaggerated urban ring road surrounded by lava, with the hot magma originating from the ground below, Orgrim, who was riding Dire Wolf, whispered to Grom:
"That guy is dishonest and wants to use us as mercenaries, but for the sake of the sophisticated military equipment sold to us, I agreed."
"But you just said that you found the Greater Demon?"
Grom didn't care about these plans on paper. He locked onto the target like the deadliest hunter and said:
"Where is the devil?"
"I almost entered Material World before, near a city called "Dalaran"."
Great Chieftain pointed to his ears and said:
"Black Wolf God has been monitoring our enemies for us, but the first invasion of the guy named "Destroyer" Mannoroth failed. It and its army were exiled back to Twisting Nether by a powerful human mage."
"Hey, you are so nosy!"
Grom bared his teeth.
But he knew that Orgrim would never make a blind move. Since he said that he had found the other party, it meant that Great Chieftain had a clear plan in hand, so Warsong Chieftain listened patiently.
"Black Wolf God's eyes and ears are searching for information in the shadows of Northern Borderlands's devil-worshipping cultists. It has confirmed that Destroyer requires those cultists to open the second rift as soon as possible, but to allow Greater Demon as powerful as it to enter Material World, a rather terrifying sacrifice ceremony is required.
Therefore, we still have time to prepare."
Orgrim narrowed his eyes and said:
"Black Wolf God promised us that once Destroyer enters Material World, we can get its precise location at any time, but there is a high probability that it will land at Northern Borderlands, so we need a chance to break through the dwarf kingdom blocking us.
My cooperation with Thorisson is based on this.
Grom, when the time comes, we will only bring the truly powerful elite Warrior, through the territory of the dwarf kingdom as quickly as possible, to the area where Destroyer landed, and then, you will complete the cleansing of the shame with your own hands.
But there are two problems."
"Say!"
The anger in Grom's eyes turned into red light.
He is calm enough, but also angry enough, and the two states combined make him look creepy.
"First, Destroyer Mannoroth is not our ultimate goal, Great Demon Lord Polluter, who tempted Orcs to fall, is! So I will not allow you to achieve your desired goal by death when challenging Destroyer."
Orgrim said seriously:
"That's just our first enemy. Your Gorehowl must hold on until Polluter falls."
"No problem, no matter how many Greater Demon, the same."
Grom said dumbly:
"I will fight with all my strength until I can't cut anymore. What about the second question?"
"The second question is more troublesome."
Great Chieftain sighed and said:
"I consulted Wolf Spirit High Priest Olu'nok Riftheart. He was a powerful Warlock before. He told me that it is precisely because Mannoroth's violent magic blood gave Green Skins their power that we are all theoretically "dependents" of Destroyer.
This means that we experience strong effects when we are close to it.
Split Heart told me that there is a high probability that we will become weak because we face the master of the demon blood. That Greater Demon can even forcibly control our thoughts. This is why Black Wolf God wants us to complete the atonement.
Our faith is not pure enough and we have a "master" in our heads, so Black Wolf God's Hunting Pack cannot accept us until Destroyer is completely dead.
In this case, don't expect ordinary Warrior to help you. Black Wolf God will do its best to protect your mind from the influence of Greater Demon. I will also arrange Varok Saurfang and Nazgrel as your assault deputies.
They are both strong enough, and Kargath and I will try our best to help.
But you have to consider the worst case scenario!
In extreme cases, you may need to face the ferocious and brutal Greater Demon alone, and you may even have only one chance to complete the attack! Black Wolf God told me that you are very deadly now, but compared to the existence of Mannoroth across the planet sea, you are still far behind in absolute power.
We don't have a good way to strengthen you, so we can only work on your Gorehowl battle axe.
The good news is that Fire Lord blessed the weapon so that it can wrap around Saffras Flame, so that it can quickly destroy Greater Demon's body after cutting into it."
"Where's the bad news?"
Grom looked at Orgrim.
Great Chieftain snorted and said with a sneer:
"Don't worry about bad news! Because I have no intention of fulfilling the "obedience" contract with Fire Lord. Green Skins are about to hack their "masters" to death, and we will never have another master in the future.
No matter it's Greater Demon or Fire Lord, they can't even think of Overmind us.
Huh, Ragnaros is arrogant and thinks that we can't escape its revenge in this world, but Azeroth is just a stop for War Horde. After we finish what we should do here, we will naturally go to where we should go."
"It wants us to be its slaves, just like the weak Dark Iron Dwarves?"
Grom showed a ferocious smile and said:
"The weak Elemental Lords really dares to think about it."
"Who says it isn't?"
Orgrim looked at the magnificent scene of magma flowing like a waterfall inside Blackrock Mountain, and he sighed and said:
"This world is very powerful. Grom and Azeroth are much stronger than Draenor in every aspect, but this world is also full of cowards! Dark Iron Dwarves thinks it is strong. If we had followed the lead of Gul'dan and Blackhand, these ridiculous dwarves living in the magma city would be our end.
Just a slave, a servant, a plaything.
But their craftsmanship is really good!"
"To be praised for my forging skills by the Blackrock Clan's Orcs, I'm really looking forward to Gorehowl's new form."
Grom stared at Shadowforge City right in front of him. He had no good impression of this place full of cowards.
Dark Iron Dwarf Emperor Thorisson sent his most powerful general Angerforge to "greet" him. That guy was carrying a Flameforged Battleaxe that was taller than others. He was the most famous strongman among Blackrock Mountain.
But Grom didn't even look at him.
He's just a defeated general.
Not only did Grom easily defeat Angerforge General, but a few days ago in Dark Iron Dwarves's arena, Kargath almost cut off Angerforge's head in just over half a minute.
Dark Iron Dwarves, who is the same as Heitan, is still pretending to be wearing a hat to cover up his hair that has been chopped off.
Well, speaking of Kargath.
From the day he arrived at Shadowforge City, that guy regarded Dark Iron Dwarves's arena as his "new home". No one had ever achieved twelve consecutive victories in the arena before, and Kargath completed it on the third day after arriving here.
Today is his "seventh" 12-game winning streak.
The slave owners of Dark Iron Dwarves, who were anxious to lose, even bought a "Lava Beast Lord" from Firelands as Kargath's final opponent, hoping to end this terrifying gladiator's legendary and glorious winning streak.
It is said that the arena was packed today, with many Goblin, pirates and even Dark Iron Bar's regulars coming to join in the fun.
But Orgrim and Grom were not interested in gladiatorial activities. Under the leadership of Angerforge General, they took a small path to the depths of Shadowforge City. On the hidden forging platform near the underground magma stood the treasure of Dark Iron Dwarves.
An ancient anvil made entirely of black steel.
It is said that this iron felt was a sacred object used by Highmountain King Modimus Anvilmar to forge weapons more than two thousand years ago. It was also blessed by the god of forging "Khaz'goroth". The legendary weapons of the dwarves all came from the forging of this anvil.
In front of the two Orcs, Dark Iron Dwarf Emperor Thorisson II personally held his sacred forging hammer and completed the final repairs on a battle ax on the anvil in the high temperature brought by the surging magma.
A fire Elemental Lord stood beside him as an assistant, and a tall and ferocious Saffron Fire Imp Sage imbued the battle ax with Fire Lord's power.
"It's almost ready! Wait a minute."
Thorisson II is an out-and-out bastard of Dark Iron Dwarves, inheriting all the bad habits of Dark Iron Dwarves, but his reputation as a ruler in this city is actually good, and this guy has inherited the amazing forging skills of the dwarves.
His craftsmanship is so perfect that even Orgrim, who is carrying the artifact on his back, Blackrock Orc, can't find any faults.
In fact, the weapons and protective gear currently allocated to the Chieftain, Warlord and Kor'kron guards are all made by the Black Iron Emperor and his forging masters, especially Especially the Elemental Warblade prepared for Sword Saints requires extremely high level of forging, for which Orgrim paid a high remuneration to Shadowforge City.
But Goblin people do have a way of doing business.
Under the full management of Venture Company, Orgrim does not need to worry about War Horde's finances.
"Bang"
Under the gaze of Grom, Thorisson II swung his sacred forging hammer towards the red battle ax for the last time, corrected the last Saffron Rune, and then took a few steps back. The Fire Spirit Sage stepped forward like a snake to call for Fire Lord's power infusion. As the first flame from the founding of Azeroth burned down, the battle ax roared amidst the blessing of the flames.
That was a familiar roar.
That's the roar the Gorehowl would make.
Even if there is no Gronn heart sealed in it, even if the broken battle ax has been modified by the dwarves to fit their aesthetic style, even if it has suffered the humiliation of being chopped into pieces, just like Grom Hellscream who has experienced death, the sacred object of the Warsong Clan is also "reborn from the ashes" at this moment.
"Its power. Damn it! It's trying to harness the sacred Flames of Sulfuras, inexcusable!"
Fire Spirit Sage cursed:
"It should surrender to the power of Fire Lord instead of fighting it! Damn this blasphemous weapon! Destroy it!"
"Bang"
Grom grabbed Fire Spirit Sage's neck with one hand and threw the tall fire demon to the ground.
The powerful elemental creatures were unable to resist at all. They could only watch Grom pass through the fire, and as if they felt no pain at all, they stretched out their hands to hold the handle of the red battle ax, which was as hot as magma.
At the moment of contact, Grom's fingers were burned and bled.
But Orcs Chieftain doesn't care about the pain.
He allowed his weapon to lick the blood of his war, and he admired Gorehowl's new posture.
It still has the style of a combat single-edged axe, but compared to the previous barbaric simplicity, the Gorehowl is now shaped into a rather gorgeous streamlined axe blade, and a stabbing blade for armor-breaking and intensifying damage is also shaped on the sharp blade.
The body of the ax is engraved with the burning rune Sulfuras, and a small armor-piercing blade is shaped on the back of the axe.
The molten Elementium Steel connected to the ax body is engraved with the roaring posture of the skull, and streams of fiery Creation Flame spurt out from it, covering the already brutal battle ax like the Light-Burning Ritual blade, which seems to add a sharper elemental ax blade to it.
"Very good! I'm very satisfied!"
Grom grabbed the battle ax, not caring about his fingers that were about to be burned to death.
It's not that he can't feel pain, he just has learned to turn pain into some kind of power that can be accumulated.
Gorehowl's roar became louder, and it seemed to gain strength from Grom's hold and his blood. In Emperor Thaurissan's shocked gaze, Flames of Sulfuras was completely absorbed by this wild tomahawk at a certain moment, and turned into the beating "heart" deep within the tomahawk.
With a slight wave of Grom, a blazing slash remained in the air, like a scorching battle mark carved in the space.
"It has a new name, Fire Lord thinks it should be called."
Emperor Thaurissan was just about to say the new name of this weapon when he was waved away by Grom.
"It's called "Gorehowl", it can only be called Gorehowl! You have an opinion? Do you dare to have an opinion?"
Grom stared at Emperor Thaurissan, and the burning battle ax in his hand seemed to be staring at the black charcoal dwarf, as if he was thinking about where to chop it in to achieve a more perfect headshot.
Facing Grom's inquiry, Thorisson wanted to express his toughness, but in the end he shrugged and said casually:
"Nothing, it's fine to be called Gorehowl! This proves that you are a nostalgic person, but have you ever thought about it? People who have been living in the past cannot create the future!"
"Creating the future? What does that shit have to do with me?"
Grom curled his lips and said:
"I can only be responsible for ending the old days."
Warsong Chieftain sneered, turned around and kicked Fire Spirit Sage, who had just gotten up, and strode away with Gorehowl roaring under the other's useless gaze.
His fingers, which were burned to the point of being crippled, were restored bit by bit in the package of pure Flames of Sulfuras. This is the original flame of Fire Lord, the real "Creation Flame". Isn't it normal to have healing power?
"This order will cost extra!"
After Grom left, Emperor Thaurissan, who did not dare to express his anger, turned to look at Orgrim and shouted:
"Twice the money!"
"Let's triple it."
Before Orgrim could speak, Kargath jumped out from the shadows.
This guy was in a very embarrassed state, almost all over his body was burnt, but he waved his hand and threw the core of a lava beast from Firelands onto the anvil, and said to Thorisson:
"Help me make a fist blade according to the specifications of Gorehowl! Just ask Orgrim for the crafting fee."
"You won?"
The Black Iron Emperor stared at Kargath who was burned into a "gourd of light" with his mouth open. All the latter's flowing black hair was gone.
But that's not the point.
Thorisson exclaimed:
"That's "Stubborn Lava" Lord Rhyolith! It's the oldest elemental creature born at the beginning of creation. It should have no opponent in Material World! How did you win? You should be burned to death!
You devil of the arena!"
"You don't care how I win. There are too many things to do! If you are asked to make weapons, you will fight. How come there is so much nonsense? Why? I, the majestic "Arena Seven-Crown King", have no right to ask you, a black iron emperor, to build weapons for me?
Or as we said before this fight started, you want me to go around your treasure house and take whatever I see?"
Kargath cursed, and Emperor Thaurissan immediately fell silent.
Look at the stupid words this idiot Orcs said. I made such a generous promise before, didn't I assume that you wouldn't survive?
There are a lot of things in my treasure house, but I can't let this Orcs thief in.
Forget it, weapons are weapons.
Anyway, it doesn't take much effort to hit a fist blade.
Kargath snorted, poured the healing potion into his mouth with difficulty, looked at Orgrim, moved his seriously injured shoulder and said:
"I've had enough fun. This boring arena can no longer bring me any happiness. So, when are you going to get down to business?"
"Wait until your fist blade is finished."
Great Chieftain grinned, glanced at the rolling magma and the Black Iron Emperor who picked up the forging hammer again, and said:
"Be patient, we will soon reach the real battlefield."
While he was talking, the fire Elemental Lord named Anvil Heating suddenly let out a painful whimper. Even an assassin like Kargath felt the clear elemental vibration. He was bandaging himself and raised his eyebrows and said:
"What the hell is this?"
"Dark Portal!"
Orgrim pointed in the direction of the Stormwind Kingdom, and he said softly:
"The human mages are debugging Dark Portal. Our hometown is about to catch up."
PS:
I used the 10.0 orange ax "Fyr'alath the Dream Render" as the model of the new Gorehowl. To make a comment, this thing is probably the orange weapon with the lowest sense of existence in history. Oh, by the way, the legendary weapon "Nas'zuro, the Unbound Legacy" of the little Dragonkin summoner. I guess 99% of the brothers have never heard of it, right?
To be honest, the perfunctory appearance of little Dragonkin's legendary weapon is as "impressive" as its extremely bad quest line. Alas, it used to be said that hunters were picked up by designers, but now it's almost the same if little Dragonkin is picked up.
The model of Fyr'alath the Dream Render is as follows: