(Additional update for brother "Frostfang's Claw" [10/10])
Shadowmoon Fortress, or Pain Fortress.
This is a typical Orcs style building complex. The ancestors of the Shadowmoon Clan manipulated the power of the elements to build a huge stone temple here to place the remains of the dead. Those huge stones engraved with elemental runes have a heavy sense of history.
This is the "cultural inheritance" that Orcss are proud of.
The terrain here is undulating hills. Because Shadowmoon Clan is good at stargazing, they also built a tall and spacious observatory on the hillside here, specifically for observing changes in the stars.
In fact, it's part of the Orcs tradition.
The concept of "wedding" and "engagement" did not exist in their clan period. Young Orcs men and women would often tell each other their true feelings when the stars changed, allowing the sea of stars to witness their love. Once this ceremony was completed, the partners would be very loyal to each other.
Even the wild legend Chieftain Grom Hellscream, even after ridiculing his partner's weakness and leaving poor Gorka to die, did not live like a monkey with those female Orcs fans who extremely admired his strength, which has proved that "from the beginning to the end" has always been the virtue of Orcs.
It's quite romantic.
But unfortunately, after Gul'dan came to power, this simple and beautiful tradition was thrown into the trash.
The tomb that once housed the corpses of the dead and buried them was used as a simple Necromantic Tower to summon Undead Warrior, and the observatory that was once used for stargazing and witnessing love has now become a filthy place where Orc Warlock made a dirty contract with the void.
The moment Dick led the Garrison Commanders into Pain Fortress, even the kindest Garrison Commander was stunned by what he saw.
There are skulls everywhere that have been randomly discarded and trampled!
Those are not the remains of Draenei, they are the skulls of Orcs's ancestors. What should have been the most respected and protected thing by the Shadowmoon Clan is now so casually discarded.
What's even more terrifying is that everywhere you look, there are Warlock apprentices calling out into the cold void near Ritual Platform that is covered with sacrificial blood and bones. They are like a group of madmen who have lost their minds, howling and screaming, letting the cold and ominous dark purple power blend into their bodies to strengthen their spellcasting abilities.
Those Warlock who have joined Shadow Council are even more arrogant in summoning void elements at will, and wantonly humiliating and scolding their Orcs compatriots who are trapped in high places by chains, and use their dripping blood to please the void.
Right at the feet of those Warlocks, resurrected Undead Warriors are constantly coming out of more than a dozen large tombs in the fortress.
Some of them were even the recently buried dead, who were still wearing Orcs's traditional clothes but had been stuffed with bone weapons, and were driven into a mess by the psychics.
Where is this Shadowmoon Clan in their memory who was knowledgeable, keen on observing the stars, respecting tradition and dedicated to guiding the people?
This is clearly a void demon cave!
"Follow me!"
Dick did not slow down at all after rushing to the high ground,
He pulled the reins of Holy Warsteed and turned around, and bumped straight into the Orc Warlocks who were executing the summons. He turned a blind eye to everything in front of him. After all, when this version was launched, he had experienced the miserable scenes here countless times.
He knows better than everyone else at Draenor and even better than Shadowmoon Orcs himself what is happening in the depths of this hellish place!
He also knows what Gul'dan is planning to do by instigating Shadowmoon Warlock to embrace the void. Now he just hopes that he can act quickly enough to reverse the situation before the disaster that destroys Karabor Temple occurs.
Holy Warsteed is in Mercedes-Benz.
Its huge and scorching Holy Light war hooves knocked out a group of Orc Warlock who were caught off guard during the stampede and collision. The void elements they summoned screamed and burned in the Sunflare light released by Harbinger of the Sun and then turned into a wisp of incompetent cold smoke Dispersion.
Just like no matter how dense the darkness is, it only needs a ray of light to illuminate it.
The Draenei Garrison Commanders faithfully performed their duties. They followed their Invincible fearless Saint Charges, trampling on those Warlocks that were knocked away along the way, leaving only blood and bones on the ground.
The terrain of Shadowmoon Fortress is a very wonderful corridor-like structure, which was designed to facilitate Orcs from various clans to come to the large tomb to worship their ancestors. Each corridor has two to three tomb temples, and in the middle of the fortress, you can lead to the underground area of the Shadowmoon Clan's Holy Land, which they call "Shadowmoon Graveyard".
That is the place where Orcs Chieftain and the heroes are buried, and it is also the core area of the Shadowmoon Clan.
Therefore, theoretically speaking, as long as the road is found correctly, Dick can lead the garrison officers to charge a full circle around these stone temples in the middle and outside of the fortress without slowing down at all, and then return to the original place.
The problem now is that only Shadowmoon Orcs, who has lived here for a long time, can understand the connections between these complex temples.
But there is no secret at all in front of Dick.
He was as familiar with this place as he was back at his own home. Even with his eyes closed, he knew how to find the winding road. After breaking through the idiot warlocks gathered on the upper floor, Dick rushed into the corridor connecting the high platform and the cloister as the charging holy light arrow.
The speed of the Draenei Garrison Commander behind them has already increased, and it is impossible to slow down at this time.
This is a cluster of more than a hundred people Charge. Even if the people in the middle want to stop, they will be squeezed by the people behind and continue to move forward. The corridor of Orcs is made of rocks and is wide enough to accommodate four or five Talbuk cavalry passing through side by side.
The moment they entered the corridor, what caught the Garrison Commander's eyes was a large group of Undead Warrior who were being driven out of the tomb. The psychic who controlled them reacted quickly and immediately waved the bone staff to stop these dead souls.
But with the roar of Dick, Light's Judgment fell again.
In the flash of light, these fragile dead bones that had not been eroded and strengthened by Void Power all fell to death like a second death, and were instantly turned into scorching ashes and scattered in all directions in the burning of the holy flame.
Paladin beats up Undead, that's what he's good at, this time is completely a professional counterpart.
When rushing through the corridor tomb, Dick did not forget to grab a Crystalcasting flying hammer and smash it into it. When the thing landed with Holy Nova wrapped in it, it splashed out the scorching heat Holy Light that spread outward like a halo waterfall, killing the psychic inside and purifying his sins at the same time.
Without the control of the psychic, these newly resurrected Undead all fell down again.
With the help of the "kind-hearted" Draenei, they were finally freed from the unscrupulous descendants and found peace. Well, this has to be said to be a black humor.
"Ah, it's so hot."
After rushing around the corridor and burning at least a thousand fragile Undead to death, Yrel behind Dick let out a suppressed groan. This movement made Saint, who was immersed in "holy purification", look back and found that Yrel's armor was already melting.
She is too close to me!
Sun Herald The constantly shining Blinding Light is "heating" her armor.
It's not just her, other Garrison Commanders are in a similar situation, and they are all gritting their teeth and holding on.
"Too weak"
Dick sighed in his heart.
But he knew it wasn't these brave kids' problem, it was his problem!
The massive accumulation of holy power in the past 20,000 years has made him unable to control his holy power well now.
"You stay here and continue Charge!"
Dick tightened the reins and gave the order:
"Tenum! Nubodon! Minara each takes thirty people to purify the outer tombs. You have seen that these Undead are very fragile. They cannot withstand the light and purification of Holy Light. After cleaning this place, go back to the upper level to attack the remaining Warlock!
Shantok!
You and Yrel take the guardians to rescue our compatriots, and don't forget to bring out the imprisoned Orcs as well."
"What about you?"
Nubodon, who is the captain of Garrison Commander, shouted:
"We can't let Saint act alone!"
"Well, kids, I appreciate your devotion to duty, but I think you'd better obey orders now! This is a war, and your commander actually taught you to bargain at the command level?"
Dick's teasing response made young Bodenbo not know how to answer for a moment.
But before they could react, Holy Warsteed, under the control of Dick, accelerated into the corridor with a large number of Void Power in front, and then Holy Light exploded in it like a heavy cannon with a halo.
It was also mixed with the horrifying screams of Orc Warlocks.
When Nubodon and his adjutant rushed over, there were only piles of ashes emitting high temperature in the corridor that should have been bone-chilling due to Void Power's presence, as well as the incomplete skeletons that had not been completely burned.
It was as warm as if it had been "touched" by the sun, and it exuded a disgusting smell of burnt barbecue.
But Vigilant Saint has disappeared.
"Has he Saint always fought like this? Is Ancient Eredar always so violent?"
The adjutant was frightened and stammered:
"I used to think that the horrific records in the Argus battle were exaggerated descriptions used by historians to praise their ancestors, but now it seems that if Hand of Argus's Warrior had fighting postures like Vigilant, then the demons' fiasco seems to be the same."
"Well, regarding this, I remembered an interesting thing that Captain Maraad told me."
Nubodon Looking at the pile of ashes exuding residual warmth at his feet, he sighed and said:
"Do you know what kind of nickname those demons gave Diakum Commodore when our ancestors evacuated Argus?"
"Ah? The demons still give us nicknames? So what do they call Saint? I guess it must be a very shameful and derogatory term."
"No, quite the opposite."
Nubodon mounted his combat Talbuk, pulled out the war hammer and waved it in his hand, and said to the adjutant:
"The frightened demons called him "Light Butcher" in awe. Alas, let's mourn for Shadowmoon Orcs."
"What happened outside? Why does it sound like a mess?"
A female Orcs Shaman who was imprisoned in a cage was holding on to the railing, listening to the chaos and some weird screams coming from outside. It sounded like an unlucky guy accidentally offended those cruel Warlocks and was hung up and whipped again.
With Shaman lines on her face, she looked back at the cage behind her.
This small place held more than thirty Orcs, and the environment was very harsh.
Those Shamans who have been tortured repeatedly have only one breath left, and their bodies are covered with tragic whip marks. When they are tortured to the point of dying, these poor people will be sent to the sacrificial altar and offered as sacrifices to the void.
Even this female Shaman's body was covered with scars, but it was clear from her angry eyes that she had no intention of giving in to those Orc Warlocks who betrayed tradition.
But what is surprising is that among this group of Orcss, there is a girl Draenei half-kneeling there. Like Priest, she keeps calling Holy Light to heal the weak Orcs Shamans around her.
But this girl is not Priest.
She can only use the "blessing" given by Naaru to Draenei to release healing effects with normal effects.
Although this kind of blessing from Naaru is also a healing spell, because she is not Priest and cannot really call Holy Light, the girl, who is already weak, needs to expend her own energy to maintain the therapeutic effect.
She has been doing this silently since she was imprisoned here last night, and even brought two weak old shamans back to the world from the brink of death.
"Samara, it's time for you to take a rest."
Orcs Female Shaman sighed.
She stepped forward and knelt down beside girl Draenei, supported her, and persuaded her:
"You have done enough for us, don't insist any more. I know you have been in poor health since you were a child."
"Raekal, my friend, it was Holy Light who made me meet you again when I was in a desperate situation. This is obviously the inspiration of Holy Light. Without your protection, I would have been bullied by those cruel Warlock last night.
I just want to do what I can for you now."
Samara, who was captured as a prisoner last night, smiled at the female Shaman beside him.
Judging from how affectionately they could say each other's names, it was obvious that they had been friends before.
Yrel complained that Samara would always sneak out at night to watch the stars with her Orcs friends. However, such friendships between individuals were not uncommon in the past two hundred years.
Although Draenei pursues an isolation and closed strategy, they inevitably interact with Orcs. Some simple and kind-hearted Orcs can easily win the favor of Draenei. However, due to their short lifespan, many friendships will eventually end with the death of Orcs.
What is also ridiculous is the issue about Orcs and Draenei mixed-race children.
Well, the unique group "Havorosen" should not only be born when Orcs launched the war and was humiliated. There are always some Draenei or Orcs who take the unusual path and occasionally want to taste "other flavors".
Of course, in this era, this phenomenon is a minority among the very few.
"Ahem"
Samara coughed a few times. She looked at the old Orcs who was still in pain at her feet. Finally, she gritted her teeth and called out Naaru's blessing again, letting the golden warm light cover her hands and touch the weak Shaman's arms.
This scene made the surrounding Orcs prisoners feel gratitude and guilt in their eyes.
They knew that Samara and other Draenei villagers were slaves captured by their compatriots who became evil and violent under the leadership of Gul'dan. They were soon sent to the altar to be sacrificed to the void.
But these Orcss are now in dire straits, and they really have no way to save these kind-hearted Draeneis.
"I heard that Ner'zhul Chieftain is a wise Orcs leader. Why would he allow the Warlocks of his own clan to torture you like this? You are obviously compatriots."
Samara completed the treatment. She leaned in the arms of her foreign friend and weakly asked the question she was confused about. Facing the inquiry, Orcs female Shaman Rekal Bloodfire gritted her teeth, and then lamented:
"Actually, after Ms. Rulkan died of illness, Ner'zhul Chieftain's condition was not right.
He is indeed very wise but also very infatuated. Many old Shaman have seen the scene where Chieftain stayed alone at the observatory all night and cried alone. He has visited our location in Nagrand several times. Holy Land Wor'gol of, where he talked with the deceased soul of Ms. Rulkan. He dreamed that his partner could come back to him.
That's when the evil Gul'dan joined us!
He pretended to be an exile who had lost his clan, and was valued by Chieftain for his talent and smooth words. Then somehow, Chieftain slowly changed, and he began to seal himself in the deepest part of Shadowmoon Holy Land.
Some people said that Chieftain was talking to someone inside, but he was the only one inside.
The affairs of the clan were handed over to the evil one Gul'dan. He began to bewitch the Shaman people and teach them the Warlock way. Some people asked Chieftain to tell him this problem, but Chieftain also turned a blind eye.
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He seemed to be bewitched by some evil force!
He only believes in Gul'dan's words now!
You have also seen that those of us Shaman who still adhere to the way of the elements and ancient traditions have become a thorn in his side. Shadowmoon Clan's fall is all Gul'dan's fault! But Ner'zhul. That fatuous old bastard should also take responsibility!"
"That's enough! Raekal."
A Shaman in the corner scolded:
"You can't comment so casually on a Shaman leader with outstanding merits. Ner'zhul devoted his whole life to our civilization. He is just. Alas, he is just old. No matter how wise a person is, he will become weak when he gets old."
"Why can't I?"
The young female Orcs retorted angrily:
"Gul'dan manipulated him into corrupting our clan, but that's not all the evil things he did!
You were also present at the last clan meeting held at Wor'gol, Master Turok. You heard with your own ears how Ner'zhul bewitched those Chieftains, causing them to direct their anger at Draenei.
Gul'dan said that they desecrated Ancestral Spirit, but open your eyes and see who is desecrating the souls of the dead with your own hands now!
Draenei was wronged, you and I both know this!
But now Ner'zhul has single-handedly formed the clan alliance and has left it alone, leaving Gul'dan to lead Orcs from other clans to prepare for war."
"Unjustly accused?"
The old Shaman sneered and said:
"Blue Skinss are not innocent. Who is responsible for the tragedy of the Bladefist Clan's genocide? Telmor's Draenei veterans themselves did not cover up their crimes! That brutal Hunter Cavalry general Annihilation killed our compatriots and piled their heads in the ruins of the village to show off his force!
If the other Chieftain have no similar plans, then no matter how tempted Ner'zhul and Gul'dan are, they will not unite!
After all, the expansion of Draenei in our world over the years has laid the foundation for disaster.
But."
Old Shaman looked at Samara who was still treating the tribesmen, and he sighed and said:
"But I believe that Draenei was framed in that matter. The battle between them and Bladefist Clan may have been deliberately provoked by someone with ulterior motives. A pair of Blackhand is stirring up the nerves of the two communities. Those shady guys hope to see Orcs and Draenei engage in a life-and-death war.
Unfortunately, it's too late to say this now."
"It's not too late. As long as there are sensible people in both races who want to stop the war, it will never be too late."
Samara continued the treatment. She coughed and said:
"Now I'm only worried about those Orcs's blasphemy against Vigilant's Holy Sarcophagus, Holy Light bless them, they must not complete that thing, otherwise everything will be irreversible."
"Ah!"
Just when Samara finished saying this, a scream suddenly sounded outside the cage.
All the Orcs who could still move stood up one after another, and under the leadership of Rekal Bloodfire, they protected the girl Draenei who was helping them behind them. But then they saw the dazzling Holy Light explode in front of their eyes, and with a powerful impact, the door of the cage was pushed open.
Yrel rushed in with a team of fully armed Garrison Commander. The Warlocks in the cage immediately fought back, but were then named one by one by the huntress Shantok using Gem Hunter Rifle.
Encountering a surprise attack in such a narrow environment, Warlock, who was attacked and had no time to cast a spell, was almost a living target for high-level rangers.
"Samara!"
Yrel, who was panting while holding the battle sword, saw the sisters "surrounded" by Orcs in the cage at a glance. She was furious and wanted to kill them with her sword, but was stopped by Samara in time.
"No, don't be impulsive, Yrel! They are protecting me, and they are also protecting our villagers. They even gave us their only meal last night. This is Raekal, don't you remember her?
We used to watch stars together when we were kids."
Samara was helped by her friend Orcs to stand up. She weakly said to her good sister across the cage:
"How did you come here? And your Holy Light. You became Garrison Commander? How did it happen so fast?"
"It was Vigilant who led me to the path of Holy Light, and it was Saint who led my compatriots to save you."
Yrel said while chopping the chain:
"Saint is outside now! Our Garrison Commander is also here, come out with me quickly! We have to send you out of here first. Those Warlock are fighting back, but they are by no means a match for the great Saint."
"Who are you talking about?"
Samara is totally stupid now.
She suspected that Yrel might also be stupid, but it was too late to explain so much at this time.
Yrel carried her frail sister behind her back and looked at the hesitant Orcs. She said to them in a not-so-standard Orcish:
"Follow you too! Saint asked us to take you "moderates" away. He said he would escort you to Karabor Temple and let you personally explain to our Grand Executor what happened to the Shadowmoon Clan.
Saint said that if you really still long for peace, then at this critical moment, don't just talk with words, but take practical actions!"
"Ah?"
Rekal Bloodfire was stunned.
She glanced at Yrel in confusion, and then at the other compatriots in the cage. The scarred old Shaman Turok was willing to give up at this moment.
With the support of two young Orcs guys, he stood up and said in a deep voice:
"Follow them, let's go! This is the One's chance, if you don't want to be sent to the altar by Gul'dan's mad dogs. Whether you want to accept it or not, we are Shadowmoon Clan's last hope, kids.
Take all compatriots who can still walk with you, and carry the wounded on your back.
Follow these Draenei!
here
This is no longer our home."
The respected old Shaman spoke, and the Orcs who were still hesitating immediately took action. They picked up the weapons on the ground, unlocked other cages, and followed the Draenei civilians to escape from their fallen hometown.
The number of these imprisoned Shadowmoon Orcs is quite large. There are hundreds of people in this place alone. It is said that Shadowmoon Clan has also imprisoned some tribesmen who are unwilling to surrender in other places.
These damn mad dogs Warlock are so cruel to their own people!
When they rushed to the high ground of Pain Fortress, what they saw was that Garrison Commander were fighting in a team of three or five against Shadow Council's counterattack. However, the Shadowmoon Clan psychics suffered heavy losses due to the previous too fast and overbearing raid, and they were unable to call the bones strengthened by the void to join the battle.
Under the fierce blows of Garrison Commander, the Warlocks were retreating steadily, and the passage leading to the outside of the fortress was personally guarded by old Garrison Commander Tenum. When he saw the villagers coming, his frown finally relaxed.
But at this moment, Orc Warlock, who rushed up with dead bones, noticed this group of prisoners being transferred.
With a roar, he threw a ball of filthy power towards this side, and it hit Yrel right in front of her. The cold power landed and caused a dark explosion. The flying and screaming void chill knocked Yrel and Samara behind her away.
Yrel Fortunately, after all, he has been a physically strong child since he was a child.
But Samara doesn't work.
This child was born with a weak body. He used Naaru's blessing to treat Orcs and spent too much energy. He vomited blood after falling and being hit by Void Power.
Seeing Warlock grinning ferociously and throwing some kind of evil spell at Samara, causing the cold energy to turn into ghost claws, pinching Samara's neck and lifting her up from the ground, intending to sacrifice her to the void, Yrel's eyes turned red.
She roared and threw out her giant sword, but Warlock resisted the attack by sacrificing a demon.
Samara is already rolling his eyes now.
In her dying vision, she even vaguely saw a strange "blue bird man" spreading its white wings in front of her, reaching out to her as if to connect the child's miserable soul to another world.
The fluorescent fingers had touched Samara's forehead, making her painful spirit feel relaxed at this moment.
She knew her end was coming, so she could only look at Yrel who was rushing towards her with regretful eyes.
Good sisters.
You don't need to carry me as a burden anymore. I wish you good luck.
"Be brave! Let her go!"
Just when Samara's soul was about to leave her body, a roar made her suddenly wake up.
Then she felt the scorching but warm light erupting around her, using an explosive gesture of "Life Infusion" to heal her from near death to "full health" in an instant. Then Holy Light erupted again to crush the sacrifice in the void and save the girl.
As the warm Holy Light healing continued to pour in, Samara reopened its eyes like a fish out of water.
She fell to the ground and gasped for breath. She raised her head under the protection of "Power Word: Shield" and could vaguely see the strange blue bird-man reaching out to her, seemingly determined to lead this soul to her destined ending.
However, in the next moment, Gleam's hand holding Holy Light was placed on Samara's shoulder,
Behind her, Vigilant, who looked like Giant of Light, was holding an axe. He raised his head. Although he couldn't see the "birdman", he seemed to know what happened.
He loudly declared:
"In the name of Hand of Fate, I declare that this child belongs to Holy Light! You can't even think of taking her away!"
The two sides seemed to be confronting each other.
Under Samara's bewildered gaze, the blue "angel" was very angry, but in the end, under the increasingly hot Holy Light light, she chose to flap her wings Dispersion in the air, and in Samara's remaining "dying vision", she could see hundreds of blue angels parading on this battlefield.
They brought the souls of Orcs one after another to high places and disappeared into the clouds.
"You're safe, kid."
Dick breathed a sigh of relief. He lowered his head and looked at Samara. Looking at the child that Mortal realm had been brought back from the desperate situation of fate, and looking at Yrel rushing over to hug her sister tightly, Saint finally showed a smile.
Yes!
This is also a small part of Grand Plan's fight against fate.
Now the "Holy Light Tyrant Yrel" timeline, which is quite outrageous in every sense of the word, shouldn't happen, right?
Oops, the entire Draenor and Orcs should give him a kowtow at this second.
With this thought, Dick happily carried Legacy Battleaxe of Gleam Blinding Light and strode towards Orc Warlock who was overwhelmed by Holy Radiance.
He said very gently:
"Give you a chance, open the door to Shadowmoon Graveyard! In the name of Holy Light, I will grant you a pleasant execution. I know Ner'zhul is hiding inside, and I want to talk to him."