Chapter 312 2.Goldrinn: No! Holy Light Tauren is here! -Additional update[45]
(Additional update for brother "Huo Zhengtinghao" [4/5])
Mar'gok This bitch's passion for power and greed for power really frightened Lothar, but after all, he had been the king for many years and knew how to handle diplomacy, so he didn't put any more pressure on the marshal.
To get to Brightwood, they had to cross the river at Jerod Wharf at Elwynn Forest. This pier was snatched back from the Gnoll hunting group just a few days ago.
The corpses left behind in that battle were all burned to prevent them from becoming Undead, which filled the area near the pier with a burning smell. However, the pier was very small and it was difficult for the big and round Ogres to pass quickly by boat, so Wizard Head simply showed his hand.
With the help of Titanforged Runes, it fired a "Ice Age" shot, temporarily freezing the wide river, allowing its men with big appetites to quickly cross.
This move really gives it a big plus point here at Lothar.
In fact, until humans see Ogre Shaman deftly casting spells with their own eyes, it is hard to imagine that these fat men with a silly appearance can have such a terrifying affinity for magic.
While Ogre Warlord was demonstrating its power, it also learned from Lothar that in addition to serving as a guide, the marshal also had a "diplomatic" mission that he must complete this time.
"Werewolf?"
Warlord Margok asked doubtfully:
"I have seen Fel werewolves in Black Wolf God's Hunting Pack. Are there also werewolves in Azeroth? And from what you are saying, in the past two months, there have been local werewolves fighting Fel werewolves over there in Brightwood?"
"To be precise, it is the battle between Black Wolf and the White Werewolf, and also the hunting group dispute between Lycantos and Goldrinn."
Marshal Lothar explained:
"Black Wolf God's Hunting Pack was so powerful that it once occupied most of Brightwood, forcing White Wolf God's hunting group to move to Elwynn Forest for temporary refuge. However, as the battle between humans and Green Skins became increasingly fierce, White Wolf God's hunting group also recovered its strength, and they have now returned to Brightwood.
The reason why I must find them is because the members of White Wolf God's hunting group were all humans before.
Goldrinn's blessing transformed them into werewolves, but they are still our compatriots.
I have been trying to get in touch with them, but the war situation is tense. Now that your reinforcements have arrived Brightwood will inevitably launch a full-scale counterattack. This is an excellent opportunity."
"That's it."
A rather interested expression appeared on Mar'gok's two heads and three eyes. It also wanted to try the werewolf's power. With a wave of its hand, a team of capable Khajiit scouts accelerated and disappeared, crossed the river and landed on the river beach of Brightwood for reconnaissance.
Diakum also saw the pretentious guy Goldmane winking at him to say hello. This Haki Tiger is now commanding hundreds of tigers and is majestic and has a certain leadership spirit.,Dick knows from Neri that Blade Tooth Tiger-Man has been engaged in "Horde unification" under the leadership of Goldmane in the past few months.
Because there is Draenei's secret support behind him, Goldmane's unification is going quite smoothly. Maybe in a few years, this guy will be able to legitimately call himself "Blade Tooth Great King".
Hiss, it sounds similar to the name of a bandit who dominates the mountain, but it doesn't stop the tiger people from thinking it's quite handsome.
"Enemies ahead!"
Brightwood was indeed not at peace. Just a few minutes after Diakum and Lothar crossed the frozen river, the Khajiit scout who was scouting nearby bumped into Black Wolf God's Hunting Pack.
Several Wolf Mane Clan Orcs hunters controlled the pack of demon wolves and howled in an attempt to outflank them. However, they were beaten down by a group of Ogres Warrior Charges.
"You guys are having too much fun bullying humans at Azeroth, aren't you?
Green Skins!
Have you forgotten your ecological niche in Draenor?
It doesn't matter, Gorian Empire will return you to your rightful place in the food chain soon!"
Because Highmaul was almost destroyed, Mar'gok had no good impression of Green Skins Orcs.
It personally controlled the Green Skins who wanted to break out, and used Arcane infusion to explode their bodies to obtain beautiful skulls, which they threw to their subordinates Ogres Warrior for use as decorations.
"There are wolves wandering even in the river beach area. It seems that the situation at Brightwood is not optimistic."
Diakum said to Lothar who looked serious:
"You have to be prepared. The contact between Tranquil Garden Town and Stormwind is getting less and less these days, but they can persist in this surrounded situation. I guess the human Warrior there may have made some "helpless choices."
Lothar has no answer.
He frowned and mounted his horse, and with Diakum and Mar'gok walking together, he quickly bypassed the mountainous area in the forest at Dawn Forest and headed towards Tranquil Garden Town. Along the way, he encountered attacks from at least four groups of demonic wolves in the forest.
Those demon wolves have completed the "mixing" with the local wolves, and even gave birth to some Black Wolf that did not exist before Stormwind Kingdom.
Even supernatural creatures like Ghost Wolf are all over the forest, with wolf howls echoing everywhere, and Fel werewolves who come and go like the wind in the shadows, peeping at them.
"What the hell!"
Mar'gok feels cold in his neck, Wizard Head said:
"This place has completely become a forest of wolves. Black Wolf God occupied this place but did not let its wolves advance towards Westfall. Does it really intend to fight Goldrinn's wolves here to the end?"
"Orcs's war has little to do with Black Wolf God, and the contract between Orcs and Medivh has nothing to do with Lycantos."
Diakum explained:
"The purpose of Black Wolf's return to Azeroth is quite simple. This is just the prelude to the hunting group war. I estimate that the decisive battle between the two of them will be completed in Kalimdor, which is the territory of Goldrinn.
With Lycantos's menacing attitude, it will never give up until it completely occupies Goldrinn's territory. However, White Wolf God's hunting group is not limited to this place."
Vigilant did not continue speaking, but Lothar's expression became heavier.
The last time he received news from Kingdom of Gilneas was more than ten days ago, but according to the reports from the Kul Tiras captains who had just escorted the exiles back to the Stormwind Kingdom in the past few days, some "terrible things" were suspected to have appeared in Gilneas's country.
White Wolf God was not willing to be passively beaten, and Goldrinn began to prepare for a counterattack, but the price was that mankind would have to endure another suffering.
"This is what happens without a powerful mortal empire to back you up, Lothar."
Emperor Thoradin's voice like Thunder sounded at the spiritual level of Lothar, King of Barbarians said with anger:
"The current situation of mankind is exactly the same as that of my time. At that time, we were oppressed by Trolls and their Loa God, and countless people were sent to the altar as blood food. The situation you are facing now is more complicated.
But the method of breaking the situation is the same.
You must rebuild the empire. Only when the power of the Eastern Continent is completely united can these damn monsters learn not to extend their claws into human territory!
Goldrinn and Lycantos are all the same thing. They rely on their great power to ignore the rules of mortals and have no regard for the impact their actions will have on mankind.
They all deserve a beating!"
"Hmm."
Lothar nodded, he pulled the reins of the horse and quickly passed through the last section of the forest, and then saw Tranquil Garden Town, which had been completely fortified.
Mag'har's Shaman helped the soldiers here build a simple but useful stone city wall, and also built several sentry towers around the town. Lothar could see Kurzen Brigade's Warrior patrolling the city wall.
When his Iron Horse Knightss started fighting Stormwind Kingdom and Battle Standard, the other side also waved their flags in response, and then the thick giant wooden city gate was slowly pushed open.
"King Llane has sent reinforcements to Brightwood! Our brave alien allies will fight together with humans here!"
Lothar announced loudly on horseback, causing the people in the town to cheer immediately. They had really had enough of being trapped here by the wolves. If Karazhan hadn't sent supplies, the morale here would have collapsed long ago.
Diakum noticed that Tranquil Garden Town were almost all men, and each of them was armed. The women and children had been sent to the town under the Karazhan tower, which was relatively safe.
However, because it is close to Black Morass, it will still be attacked by Orcs Wolf Rider in the swamp.
The two towns maintain a fairly coordinated defense switching mechanism, and Vigilant even saw some "Light Eater" Priest guest healers in the town.
These guys have been disciplined almost since they came into contact with Holy Light. They no longer have the weakness and impudence before, but are replaced by the solemnity and solemnity that a believer should have. Besides, except for the black skin, the elegant elf form of Nightborne is really a big plus for humans.
Just like there is a "chain of contempt" among elves, the admiration of short-lived humans for elves is almost an inevitable result. The big family at Northern Borderlands has always regarded owning female elf slaves as a "dark comparison".
"Go down this road to Deadwind Pass. The tall tower is easy to find."
Diakum said to Ogre Warlord:
"Lothar and I will stay here for the time being. You can go to the town over there to set up your own headquarters. But Mar'gok, I can understand your desire for knowledge and power, but Brightwood you also have to pay attention to the war.
We cannot let Azeroth people see the jokes of us Draenor people."
"I understand. I have already planned to make a big bet on Marshal Lothar. This is even related to the future of the Gorian Empire. Of course I know it well."
Wizard Head laughed.
This guy never concealed the purpose of his trip. He left his Warriors under the leadership of three tough captains and left his general Gorak here as the commander. He also said hello to Lothar and then set foot on the road to Karazhan under the escort of a group of One-Eyed Ogre guards.
The local lord Duke Eberlock came to greet Lothar, but the marshal did not greet him and asked directly:
"Where are Bolvar and Gavinrad?"
"Who are you talking about?"
Eberlock Duke is still planning to act stupid.
But his panicked eyes couldn't deceive anyone at all. After realizing that Lothar would never leave without an answer, the relatively responsible lord sighed and whispered:
"I can't tell you their whereabouts because Bloodfang Pack is the "benefactor" of this town. They have saved us at least five times in the past two months!
On the most critical night, the powerful Bloodfang wolf and his pack of wolves fought through the Black Wolf siege three times before rescuing our Warriors. Marshal, you cannot understand the complicated feelings of the Warriors here towards them.
Although everyone knows to be cautious in contact with werewolves, it is true."
The Duke hesitated and said:
"Almost every few days now, people will run to the forest to seek refuge with Bloodfang Pack. They are all Warrior who have lost their family members or have been seriously injured and cannot be cured, as well as some old people who are afraid of death.
Of course, transforming into a werewolf will lose your human identity, but the youthful strength and self-healing ability it brings are what Warriors need most.
Let me just say this.
I can still serve as the lord here and command the townspeople because Bloodfang the wolf asked me to do so.
Let me tell you something that will make you angry. The one who rules this forest is no longer King Llane."
"I won't be angry about this, just tell me where to find them! They are still Stormwind Kingdom's warriors, and the werewolves are just that."
Lothar couldn't find a suitable adjective for a while, but Diakum spoke at the right time:
"Werewolves are a "subspecies" of humans, just a tiny branch on the evolutionary tree. If they can change from humans to werewolves, then when certain conditions are met, werewolves can definitely change back to humans."
"Really? I recognize you. You are the great hero who saved this town before!"
The old Duke was overjoyed. He grabbed Diakum's hand and begged:
"You must find a way to recover the werewolf, my little daughter. Alas, she was bitten by a demon wolf before, and those black-skinned elves Priest couldn't save her. In desperation, I can only ask Bloodfang the wolf to take her away.
She survived but was unwilling to return home.
That silly kid thought I would dislike her, but no matter what she becomes, she is still mine Altaia."
"No wonder you defend them everywhere."
Vigilant It suddenly became clear.
Because of his promise, the young and powerful Duke finally stopped insisting and revealed the location of Bloodfang Pack, near a valley named "Roland's Grave", which was named after a nobleman here.
Diakum and Lothar went there alone. After leaving the seemingly peaceful town, Dick said to Lothar:
""Worship Wolf Sect" has taken shape, and Brightwood will become its birthplace. If you don't plan to interfere, Human Empire will have another belief biased towards life and darkness in the future."
"If Bolvar single-handedly shaped this belief, and if he wanted to better resist the evil god of Green Skins, then why should I interfere?"
Lothar asked:
"The appearance of werewolves is an unchangeable fact, Diakum the Saint, can I still kill them all? Those are my brothers and comrades, they are still fighting for the kingdom."
"Front! Go forward, why did you two come here? Hurry up!"
Just as the two were walking along the difficult mountain road, a dark crow suddenly jumped out of the night and landed on Diakum's shoulder. This startled Lothar, but then he realized that it was the messenger of "Midnight Raven God".
""Gray Tooth"Gavinrad was injured by the priest of Black Wolf God before. Hey, he was seriously injured."
Anzu's little crow screamed:
"It is unwilling to accept Goldrinn's treatment and is unwilling to get deeper into the wild nature. After that guy turned into a werewolf, he still believed in Holy Light. According to my observation, that guy has been in pain.
Alas, during the time they were hiding in Elwynn Forest, they also sneaked close to Northshire Abbey, but in the end they did not go in.
Dick, you have to find a way, otherwise the stubborn werewolf general who is loyal to Holy Light is really going to die."
"That's exactly why I'm here."
Vigilant quickened his pace and said to Lothar:
"In a moment, you send Bolvar and the other werewolves away, and I will rescue Gavinrad. I will bring him back to Holy Light!"
"How?"
Lothar said anxiously and curiously:
"Lightforging? But can Holy Light really accept an alien like a werewolf?"
"Holy Light is inclusive of all things! If there is a suitable Undead, I can even show you the unique skill of "Lightforging Undead"."
Vigilant waved his hand and said:
"You are also Holy Light Walker, Lothar now, and you have some confidence in your faith. Of course, this requires Gavinrad's faith to be extremely firm, and I guess Goldrinn will not let us take away the hunting group warriors it personally selected so easily.
But this is a conflict between me and it, and you don't need to get involved."
"Okay."
Lothar agreed and took out the long sword wrapped in black sword cloth behind his back.
When Roland's Grave approached, Lothar glanced forward and found that there were Graymane Worgen everywhere in the valley, and the number was quite considerable.
Many of the werewolves were still wearing soldiers' armor that no longer fit. Their "alpha wolf" Bolvar Fordragon was under the tent in the center of the valley. There were also a few "little werewolves" playing around the fire, letting out a few childish howls from time to time.
In addition to the ferocious appearance that is different from humans, this settlement is no different from travelers taking a temporary rest, which fully proves that werewolves also have their own emotional remnants.
"Bolvar! I'm coming! Anduin Lothar is coming!"
The roar of Lothar sounded outside the valley of Roland's Grave, and he shouted loudly:
"I have always wanted to meet you in Elwynn Forest. Stormwind is waiting for its heroes to return, but you just avoid it. I will not give up. Bolvar. Come out, we need to talk!"
"Ouch"
The first wolf howl sounded, followed by the eerie howl.
The werewolves in the valley howled at the top of their lungs and turned back to look furtively at their alpha wolf.
Bolvar Fordragon, who was dressed in white mane and without any stray hairs, opened his eyes, a trace of complexity flashed in his blood-red eyes, then he picked up the two golden Plunder Blades at hand and put them on his waist, moving his huge body and walked out.
Several little werewolves stopped it, and they looked at their leader in horror.
Bolvar's werewolf put on a smile that could scare people to death. He gently patted the heads of several werewolves with his ferocious claws, telling them to stay here and stop running around. Then under his leadership, the werewolves in the valley rushed along the ridge into the night to face their former commander.
Almost at the same moment, Diakum, who was driving K'hakh, Legend of the Abyss, quietly sneaked into Roland's Grave during the shadow shift.
The reason why this place has this name is because there is indeed a cemetery in the valley, and there is also an abandoned mine. The seriously injured Gavinrad and other injured werewolves rested in the lair here.
Diakum drove the void monster fish to jump over several shadows and arrived at the depths of the mine. He quickly arrived at a severely injured Graymane Worgen that even exuded a putrid smell. He was curled up on the blanket and coughing hard. There was a rough holy statue beside its blood-stained blanket.
It was the Holy Light emblem that it carved out with its own claws and wood. There was no light on it Gleam, but it could be seen that the werewolf regarded this icon as his most precious thing.
"What a glorious faith, what a loyal morality."
Diakum was moved by this scene.
He left the saddle of K'ah, Abyss Walker, and as soon as his breath came out, he immediately attracted the vigilance of the werewolves around him, but before they could make a sound, a group of Confession was thrown out by Diakum, causing the werewolves to fall into a coma of mental torture.
He strode towards the weak Gavinrad, half-knelt down and put his hand on the seriously injured werewolf's wound. He first used the healing spell to treat and save Life Force, and then called Holy Light to complete Lightforging for Gavinrad.
But the moment Holy Light fell, a low howl sounded in Diakum's mental level. Lightforging Ritual was interrupted by the power of Goldrinn before it even started.
White Wolf God doesn't want to see his warrior taken away by Holy Light.
"Then let's have a fight!"
Vigilant scolded:
"This soul belongs to Holy Light! In order to bring him back to the light, I am willing to challenge you, Rebellious Moon!"
"Ouch"
Goldrinn's response was as cold as a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. It was also happy to complete an air-to-air battle with Vigilant to determine the ownership of Gavinrad.
But just when the two sides were really about to draw their swords, Diakum suddenly heard a familiar voice.
"Need help?"
Argus Star Soul seems to have just woken up, somewhat sleepy, but it can be judged from the richness of his voice that after receiving Creation Force supplement from Azeroth, Star Soul Lord has completely got rid of his weakness.
"Of course."
Dick showed a relaxed smile, made a "please" gesture, and said:
"That is the little wolfdog that Ms. Elune asked for. It really needs to be taught a lesson. Just treat it as a rehabilitation exercise."
In the starlight Gleam, Goldrinn, who was coming here in the form of a spirit body, had a blur in his eyes and found himself being pulled into a strange spiritual world by a powerful force.
A blue giant with a golden mask moved his body and yelled at it:
"My sister is in crisis. As His creation, you, the white wolf, don't think about how to protect the world. You spend all your time immersed in the vulgar taste of disputes and battles?
OK!
Then I will teach you a lesson on behalf of my sisters, little wolfdog."
"Ouch?"
Goldrinn looked at the powerful Star Soul in front of him in confusion.
No, man!
Who are you?!
What does the battle between Black Wolf and White Wolf have to do with you?
Don't meddle in other people's affairs casually, and have some sense of boundaries, okay?
Then, Goldrinn noticed a silver moon secretly hiding at the edge of the sky in the spiritual realm, seeming to be peeping at something.
Seeing the moon, Goldrinn was very angry.
The white wolf roared with fury and rushed forward, then was grabbed by Argus Lord's neck and fell to the ground with a bang. The wolf's fur flew around and its big tail swung wildly, but it couldn't get away, and even let out a weak cry.
Well, that's how you have to deal with a rude puppy.