(Additional update for brother "Frostfang's Claw" [9/10])
"The captured villagers were all imprisoned in the upper tomb of Shadowmoon Fortress. Following your instructions, I took the risk to conduct a close reconnaissance last night and found that the Orc Warlocks of the Shadowmoon Clan were making some very dangerous calls.
In addition to the dead that Shadowmoon Clan's psychics could originally control, there are also a large number of Void Energy who were summoned into elemental-like creatures.
I saw that the fortress was full of dangerous Voidwalkerss, and even the shadows they were hiding in were no longer safe. I didn't even dare to get close to the Shadowmoon Graveyards deep in their fortress, where there was an unsettling cold force lingering there.
But I brought these things back!
I found it from those Warlock hiding places."
As the dawn of Ambori Village was approaching, the dusty huntress Shantok was reporting the situation to Vigilant Saint. She poured a bag of special emblems in her hand on the table. The cold power wrapped around these bone emblems made the surrounding Garrison Commander frown.
The Dick Da Ma Jin Dao who had just changed into the Tahamatt Holy Armor that had been modified in size sat on the chair, reached out and picked up an emblem and looked at it in front of his eyes.
He didn't even need his own Character Card to identify the entries. The cold aura carried by this thing kept drilling into his flesh and blood, but it was burned out by White Holy Flame at the moment of contact. A bright spark burst out from Dick's fingertips, purifying the bone badge just like Holy Light burned away the darkness.
"The evil thing of the void."
Dick shook his head, turned to the heavily armed resident Garrison Commander Tenum and asked:
"Have you and Shadowmoon Clan lived side by side for so many years, yet you haven't noticed any changes within them? I believe that Shadowmoon Clan's transformation from respecting the elements to worshiping the void certainly did not happen overnight. Why was such important news not sent to Garrison Commander of Karabor City?"
This question was obviously filled with dissatisfaction, making old Garrison Commander shrink his neck, and then replied helplessly:
"Saint, for more than two hundred years, our contact with Orcs has always been passive. This was the order given by Bishop Council after Genedar fell into the world of Draenor. There are few of us, so we usually only pay attention to the situation in our own town.
Orcs's contact with us was also very restrained.
Especially for a clan like Shadowmoon Clan that enjoys a high reputation among Orcs, their Chieftain must also take into account the internal factors of Orcs.
Although their senior officials do not prohibit Orcs merchants from purchasing some materials and goods from us, to be honest, there has been almost no official progress in the exchanges between the two tribes for more than two hundred years, and the two sides have always kept up with each other.
In this case, let alone active investigation, we armed personnel are not even allowed to approach the Orcs clan's fortress on a large scale to avoid unnecessary conflicts."
"This is the order, but you must make adjustments based on the actual situation. Obviously, as Garrison Commander, you have no sense of caution at all. It seems that the scenery of the Draenor world is indeed very good, and the people's guards have been dazzled by the two hundred years of peaceful life."
Dick said something that was not serious, making old Garrison Commander look embarrassed, but he could not refute. The Saint in front of him was far above him in terms of position, reputation and even age.
What's more, they were right.
With the level of danger Ambori Village was yesterday, if Vigilant hadn't arrived in time, I'm afraid this village would have been doomed.
"And you!"
Dick looked at huntress Shantok again.
Vigilant only scolded the old Garrison Commander who was stationed in the village, but he scolded the ranger sharply. He said:
"Neri promised me! She said that the ranger class will become the vigilant eye of the people, always guarding against potential threats, and shooting the first arrow before the crisis. The civilians don't understand what Orcs's changes mean, don't you scouts who specialize in intelligence spying also understand?
Your base camp Elodor is right at Shadowmoon Valley!
In the end, you just let Orcss slip into the temptation of the void? I even feel that you are not even aware of the existence of "Shadow Council"."
Shantok lowered his head and did not dare to answer.
It is true that they did not do this well. The peaceful life of more than two hundred years made them escape from the necessary vigilance in the exile era. As a result, they were completely stunned by this wave of raids by Orcs.
"But the situation has not yet reached an irreversible point, so you must regain your vigilance next. We will start with the Shadowmoon Clan to solve the expanding danger of Orcs."
Dick's tone became gentle and he asked:
"Have you found the dissidents of the Shadowmoon Clan?"
"Well, a lot!"
Shantok reports immediately:
"Those Shadowmoon Warlocks imprisoned their compatriots who were unwilling to obey them in those tombs. Last night I saw with my own eyes that they sent an old Shaman to the sacrificial altar.
The Shaman was scolding Shadowmoon Clan for losing his respect for the elements, and said that the way of Warlock would eventually destroy the entire Orcs clan. He even begged them not to follow the temptation of Shadow Council, but the only answer to him was the crazy blade.
They dismembered him and brutally sacrificed him to some dark entity.
I suspect that Shadowmoon Clan is making real preparations for war. From what I saw last night, the number of Undead Warrior they awakened is quite exaggerated. It is definitely not self-protection in the face of danger, but preparation for an aggressive action.
Coupled with the changes in other clans in Shadowmoon Valley, Orcs's target this time is obviously Karabor Temple!
It is no longer a petty provocation, they are going to launch a real war against us, but the good news is that the number of Warlock using Fel among the Shadowmoon Clan is quite small, and most of them are immersed in the infusion of the void and cannot extricate themselves.
At least I can be sure that there are not a lot of demons in Citadel of Suffering."
Regarding this news, Dick was noncommittal.
Whether Fel or Void, once it appears in Material World on a large scale, it will be a disaster, and it will be used by Horde to attack Draenei. Therefore, no matter what power those Warlock use, they must be cleaned up!
"Vigilant! A group of Garrison Commander came from outside the village. They came from Karabor Temple to confirm whether your Holy Sarcophagus is intact."
Minara, the resident priest with her arms hanging, ran over and reported to Dick:
"The communication crystal in the village has also been repaired. You can talk to Ael'dor town at any time. I have confirmed the situation of Sha'tar Altar for you. Archbishop Nali is gathering rangers there to prepare to go to Karabor Temple to perform security work."
"The war hasn't even started yet, and the rangers are already preparing to go up the city wall? Are all the Warrior members of the Garrison Commander class already dead? It's the turn of the rangers who were supposed to investigate the situation to go up the city wall?!"
Dick stood up.
With strong dissatisfaction, he clenched his fists and said loudly:
"Draenei's progress over the years is really disappointing! Shantok, you send a message to the Archbishop of Rangers on my behalf, saying that Vigilant and Hand of Argus's Commodore require all rangers to be loyal to their duties!
During the decisive battle of Mac'Aree twenty-five thousand years ago, Grand Artificer Velen appointed me to succeed the commander-in-chief Kil'jaeden and become the commander-in-chief of the Eredar armed forces!
That appointment has not yet been revoked, so I have enough power to demand that they obey my orders! When I return to Ambori Village with the rescued compatriots and the dissident Orcs, I hope to receive even a report on the entire Shadowmoon Valley situation.
Even if it's just editing!
You also need to compile a decent battle report for me!
Damn it, how did Eredar's civilization become what it is now! My soldiers and I fought and sacrificed 20,000 years ago, not because I wanted to see you in such a miserable state now."
Under the gaze of Garrison Commander who were all numb, Dick was so angry that he even cursed and walked out of the temporary command post.
At the door, he turned back to Huntress and said:
"Give Neri a "personal greeting" for me. I really have a lot to say to her. However, in terms of the current situation that is difficult for me to understand, I am really disappointed in her."
"Bang"
Saint opened the door and went out. The other people in the room stared at him with big eyes.
Garrison Commander Captain coughed, picked up his sword and shield and led his team members to follow.
Old Garrison Commander Tenum sighed, picked up the war hammer and patted the huntress on the shoulder, and then left with the priest.
The huntress felt aggrieved.
Why do you still include me as a part of the play between your husband and wife that lasts for thousands of years?
I used to belong to the defense force at Shattrath City, and I just transferred here less than a month ago.
Shadowmoon Valley's situation has been presided over by Governor O'sar for many years. Archbishop Nali is the ranger commander and has no involvement in specific government affairs. The mess that the clan is in now cannot be blamed on Lord Neri.
At least under her leadership, the rangers have never relaxed their war preparations in these years.
What an unnecessary disaster!
At the same time, outside the village, the Garrison Commander cavalrymen who came from Karabor Temple were getting ready, but they could not hide the shock on their faces.
They had just heard the news about Vigilant's resurrection from the villagers and priests, and it was hard to accept this fact for a while.
But then they saw a "giant" walking towards them with a battle ax on his back. Although there were some differences in details from Saint on the stone statue, the iconic tail ring on the latter's left hand and the very tall horns proved his identity.
"Salute to Vigilant Saint!"
Garrison Commander Captain shouted.
His team members immediately raised the Crystalcasting war spears in their hands as if they were being reviewed, but how could Dick be in the mood to say a few auspicious words to these "descendants of waste"?
He was angry at Velen's untimely kindness, and was shocked that his compatriots were still so slow after twenty-five thousand years of exile! It seems that the climate of this Draenor world really nourishes people, and the peace of just over two hundred years has made them forget the misery of the past.
Is it necessary to have another "Draenor Great Escape" to get these guys back to the brave state of killing gods and demons in "Thirty Day War"? They are really gods against the wind, right?
Do you want to create headwinds even when there are no headwinds?
"Soldiers! I don't need to introduce myself. You all know me. I believe you all grew up listening to the story of Vigilant."
Dick stood on the steps in front of more than a hundred Garrison Commander knights, and he shouted loudly:
"I also know that some of you doubt my identity. After all, the resurrection of Saint sounds too scary, but these doubts can be discussed later!
The village in front of you was raided and plundered by Shadowmoon Orcs yesterday. I protected most of them, but at least forty compatriots were captured and taken into Shadowmoon Fortress not far from here.
If we sit idly by and do nothing, our compatriots will become Orc Warlock's sacrifices to evil.
I don't know how the Garrison Commanders of your time would treat this kind of thing, but in our time, there was only one solution to this kind of thing!"
Dick pointed to Shadowmoon Fortress, he said:
"I am going to rescue the compatriots I must protect now. You can stay here, or you can go with me! I will not hide the danger of this battle. Some of you may die in the battle, but since you have chosen to become Garrison Commander, death is a professional risk for you and me.
So!
I order you, Warriors, to follow your commander!
Follow me to defeat Orcs's fortress and sound the alarm to them who are ready to take action. I want to use practical actions to tell these Orcss that there will be a tragic end to harming Eredar.
That's all I have to say."
Dick ignored the gesture of captain Garrison Commander wanting to ask. He took Yrel and several other Garrison Commander and strode out of the village. He summoned his own Holy Warsteed in Holy Light Gleam. He really didn't leave Garrison Commander much time to think, so he led his followers towards Shadowmoon Fortress.
The reinforcements who were left hanging there were all dumbfounded.
They could feel the anger in Vigilant's words, but they could not confirm who this anger was directed at, but soon, Captain Garrison Commander issued the order.
"What are you still doing?"
He jumped on the Talbuk beside him and shouted to the Warriors:
"Follow us Saint!"
"Captain But"
"No buts! Regardless of whether he is real or not, the fallen compatriots must be saved! If he is real, neither you nor I can afford to let Saint lead a few people to attack the Orcs fortress."
Facts have proved that the captain saw things very clearly.
They quickly caught up with Dick and his followers. This decisive action made Dick nodded with satisfaction, turned to old Garrison Commander Tenum and asked:
"Do you know this captain?"
"Well, he often leads patrols on Pilgrim's Road to protect pedestrians, and he once Execute ed a crazy Beaded Tooth Elephant."
Old Garrison Commander whispered:
"I remember his name is Nubodon? He is a very talented young man.
It is said that Telmor from Talador Region is one of the stations of the Krokuun Legion. Your subordinates at that time, those veterans of Hand of Argus who have been honored for thousands of years, were also stationed there to recuperate and maintain our border security in Nagrand Plains.
They need to fight against the most powerful Warsong Orc in the Orcs clan and never fall behind, so the people there are full of martial virtue."
"Hmm."
Dick nodded and looked back at the young captain Draenei Garrison Commander.
Nubodon?
In the future, he will be infected by the scarlet plague and become Broken, but he will regain the way of the elements and eventually become the spiritual leader of Broken, a person who can be equal to Velen in terms of reputation.
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Ha, it seems that my "hero development" mini-game can continue in this era more than 20,000 years later.
"Saint, how do we break through Orcs's defense?"
Yrel, who was wearing a heavy helmet, said with some concern:
"Ms. Shantok reported the situation of Shadowmoon Fortress. Those Warlock summoned many Undead. We are at an absolute numerical disadvantage. Do we really have to rush in like this? It is too risky."
"Adventure? There are more than a hundred well-trained Eternal Life Garrison Commander here, commanded by a legend named "Saint", and the opponent is just a group of ordinary Orcs. I think they must at least call Grom Hellscream or Gul'dan over, so that this battle can be considered fair."
Dick pulled the reins and said calmly:
"Hand of Argus Legion guarded Petrified Forest with four thousand people in Krokuun War. We held on for ten days and ten nights and defeated one hundred thousand demons. Execute defeated Doom Lord Kazzak! Of course, that is the strengthening blessing of our hometown Star Soul, but I don't think that without the blessing of Star Soul, Eredar will forget how to fight.
As for Undead
Little Yrel, today I will use facts to teach you and other Garrison Commander a truth. In front of the scorching Holy Light, the souls who have not entered the realm of death can only be slaughtered.
I hope that Shadowmoon Warlocks will summon enough Undeads to allow me to enjoy myself today.
The anger in my old Eredar heart due to the ignorance and incompetence of my younger generation must be vented!"
"But we are not Eredar, we are Draenei."
Yrel corrected him seriously:
"The ancestors have been in exile in various worlds, avoiding the pursuit of demons. Hiding and self-isolation has become our tradition. Saint, you are not in Argus either, you are in Draenor. What you are commanding now is not the ten thousand-year veteran of Hand of Argus, we are just."
"It's all the same!"
Dick put down his helmet and said:
"Whether it is Eredar or Draenei, the same blood flows in the veins, and the same will resides in the soul. If you have forgotten how to fight, then I am willing to teach you step by step all over again.
I'm back!
I brought back those things you had to forget in order to survive!
The age of exile is over, and the age of war has begun.
Follow me, Yrel, and everyone else, today is your first war lesson!"
Shadowmoon Fortress, Draenei are still calling it that.
But in fact, after the owner of Shadow Council, the civilized Progenitor Warlock Gul'dan of Orcs, seized power through a series of means and eclipsed the former Chieftain Ner'zhul, this base camp was renamed "Pain Fortress".
Gul'dan hopes to use this method to remind Shamans of the Shadowmoon Clan and tell them that times have changed.
In the past few years, the Warlock way that he brought into the clan has captured the faith of most Shadowmoon Clan Shaman, and Gul'dan's continuous excavations in ancient classics have also infused Shadowmoon Clan with new and more powerful power.
In this era, Orcs has not drank Demon Blood, and their war against Draenei is still in the preparation stage of early harassment.
Although various clans have begun to prepare for war because of the "blasphemy" of Ancestral Spirit, in conjunction with Gul'dan, they must first conquer at least one Draenei city to express to Orcs Warrior the fact that "Draenei is not invincible."
No matter how arrogant Gul'dan and his Shadow Council are, they dare not directly attack Talador Region's Shattrath City.
That is Draenei's majestic city. It is impossible for all the Orcs Warrior under Great Chieftain Blackhand's command to break into it. Therefore, Karabor Temple, the City of Faith that hangs alone outside Draenei's sphere of influence, becomes the most suitable target.
Once this place is breached, Draenei's power will be completely compressed to Talador Region!
By then, Orcs's siege from all sides will be enough to make this powerful but weak race a sacrifice for the rise of Horde.
Gul'dan must have his reasons for doing this, but as far as the current internal situation of the Shadowmoon Clan is concerned, not all Shadowmoon Orcs are willing to obey his instructions.
After all, they have respected the way of the elements and Ancestral Spirit for many years.
Even though Ancestral Spirit no longer communicates with Orcs Shaman because of being "blasphemed", the power of the elements is still active in this world, and Shamans stick to it Faith is a duty, not to mention that people who can become Shaman are not fools. They can see the fact that Chieftain Ner'zhul, who was once wise, has been ignored by Gul'dan.
Ner'zhul seems to have become a deaf and blind puppet.
Chieftain, who is Shadowmoon Clan, is a respected leader in the Orcs civilization, but now he is not doing anything, hiding in the deepest part of Shadowmoon Graveyard and not knowing what he is doing, allowing that villain Gul'dan to wield power and suppress him.
It has even reached the point of imprisoning the Oppressor and sending hard-nosed old Shaman to the sacrificial altar!
Dissatisfaction is brewing.
But if there is no external intervention, given the current situation, it is only a matter of time before those the Oppressors are strangled to death by Gul'dans and all Shadowmoon Clans convert to the ways of Warlocks.
After all, that's what True History of the Dark Portal says.
As far as the fate of the Shadowmoon Clan is concerned, the most enlightened clan in Orcs that worships wisdom has come to the cruel fate of the Crossroads. What's more terrible is that this is a real dead end!
"What's that in front of you?"
Orcs Warrior, who was standing guard on the outermost ridge of Pain Fortress, wiped his eyes in confusion. He said to his companion who was fishing next to him in confusion:
"Why is Dawn Light so bright today?"
"Don't know, don't care, don't care."
The companion in the Emo state directly came to the third level of quality, but there was a reason for his sadness. Just a few days ago, his family's grave was dug up.
Well, it's planing in the literal sense.
Gul'dan ordered Shadowmoon Clan psychics to recall the souls of all the dead in the cemetery to prepare for war. In the current situation in the clan, no one dared to disobey the ruthless Progenitor Warlock. Many Orcs family graves were dug up.
But this is a great blasphemy in their tradition.
Gul'dan used the reason that Draenei disturbed Ancestral Spirit to persuade Ner'zhul to unite other clans to resist the "tyranny of Draenei". As a result, the bastard turned around and started to "announce Undead".
To be honest, if these low-level Warriors were now unable to resist the arrogant Warlocks, this move alone would be enough to cause chaos within the clan.
But soon, the depressed Orcs warrior also discovered something was wrong.
Today's Light of Dawn is indeed a bit too dazzling!
The reason why Shadowmoon Valley is called this is because the weather here maintains "eternal night" all year round. Even the appearance of the sun is rare. Today's morning light does not shine from the clouds.
It comes from the horizon ahead, like a ball of light running along the surface.
"Are you feeling a little hot?"
Orcs Warrior, who picked up the weapon, moved his shoulders uncomfortably and said to his companions:
"Isn't the weather too weird?"
The companion didn't say anything, just stared at the light in front of him that was quickly approaching the fortress.
Soon he saw the scene in the light, which was a Draenei "giant" riding a majestic Talbuk made of light and running Charge. Those lights were emanating from his body.
It's almost like he is leading the morning light in Charge.
In the light behind him, the fully armed Draenei cavalry had drawn out their Crystalcasting lances, and they began to accelerate in groups!
That light is changing!
It should be hot, because the morning light that represents healing and salvation is transforming into Sunflare that is so hot that it can burn out all darkness. That is the scene where "Harbinger of the Sun" releases his power to the extreme. It is the "battlefield magic" that can Overmind a small-scale conflict and change the terrain advantage.
"No! It's Draenei! They are going to kill us!"
Orcs Warrior jumped up, grabbed the horn around his waist and was about to blow it, but at this moment, his peripheral vision caught sight of the leader Draenei giant raising his left hand in the direction where they were.
Standard inclined upward 45°
What?
Do you, Draenei, also want to call the Führer?
Well, the truth may be a bit more hellish than this joke.
Dick is calling Holy Light and releasing his holy power. The most destructive "bullet" in the arsenal gifted to him by Legacy from Naaru has been pressed into the barrel of the gun. As he locks the closed stone door of the fortress in front of him, at the moment when his fingers chop like sharp blades, the holy power condensed to the extreme turns into a heavy hammer of light in the sky and hits it.
The Draenei Garrison Commander people behind me were all dumbfounded.
In their vision, they only saw Vigilant raising his hand and calling a "holy spear" gathered by Holy Light to fall from the sky, hitting the gate of the Orcs fortress in the posture of "Divine Adjudicator".
When the Holy Radiance turned into a strong impact halo and flew away, the thick stone door had been completely shattered, and together with the Orcs Warrior people behind the stone door, they were left with only balls of scorching ashes that were about to be trampled over.
What appeared in front of Garrison Commander's eyes at this time was a flat avenue leading directly to the interior of Pain Fortress.
Yrel could even see a walking Orcs female Warlock with two ferocious void elements standing on a high place looking at them in a stunned manner.
"Don't leave the queue! Follow me!"
Dick roared while accelerating:
"Holy Light hopes to see us resolutely respond to evil! Then, today, we will destroy this place!"