"The god has fallen! On the broken soil of Draenor, we are so honored to witness the death of a true god of the universe."
Orc Blademaster Lantresor, leaning on his sword, stood on the edge of the Talador coast.
Around him were hacked demons and the remains of Void Monsters, as well as silent Havorosen Sword Saints walking on the battlefield, finishing up the fallen but not dead monsters.
This is Lantresor's own "Righteous Blade" clan. There are currently only a small number of them, but like him, they are a hybrid of Draenei and Orcs. They combine the advantages of the two clans, so their talents and potential are super strong.
But although the Sword Saints won the battle and took back their clan stronghold on the Talador coast, no one could be happy at this time.
Not only did they witness the battle between the two gods at Gorgrond, causing the plain to completely collapse into an "undersea mountain range", but also because the entire world has been dragged into the terrifying "The Darkest Night".
The sun in the galaxy where the Draenor world is located has disappeared, and the lack of light source has directly caused the entire Draenor to fall into darkness.
It's just this endless night. The most important thing is that without the light and heat of the sun, the temperature of the entire world is dropping rapidly. In fact, the Nagrand is now covered with frost, the grass and trees have been frozen, and the Great Extermination visible to the naked eye is about to begin.
But the good news is that because of the gathering of the Argus Restoration Army here, there are currently many Naaru in the world.
They are in two cities and some towns in Eredar. When the Darkest Night arrives, Naaru selflessly turn themselves into light sources in the dark night, letting their light and heat protect cities and towns.
Shattrath City has sent a messenger to send a message, asking Orcs in Nagrand to migrate to Shattrath quickly, otherwise once the deadly cold wave sweeps across the world, Orcs will freeze to death in an instant.
Ogres is better.
When the cunning and wise Warlord Margok saw Vigilant grabbing the sun as a weapon, he used K'ure Alliance's agreement and personally escorted the two Naaru to Highmaul for rescue.
Naarus also want to save Orcss, but the nomadic habit of Orcss is really killing them at this moment.
The Orcss don't have their own big city, so the Naarus can't find an area where they can stay even if they want to save them, so they can only let the Orcss migrate to Shattrath Citys.
Fortunately, Orcss all have Dire Wolfs and can maneuver extremely fast, otherwise they would really be facing disaster in this the Darkest Nights.
Lantresor looked at the broken Gorgrond land in the distance under the dark night, and then turned to look behind him. He saw Gaiara riding a wolf holding Battle Standard high. Behind them were the entire migrating Warsong Clan and Garadar clans.
In other words, it is indeed not a good decision to break out and migrate when we are fighting a ground war with demons, but there is no other way. If we don't leave, we won't be able to leave.
The good news for the One is that the sudden return of those "The Exiled" in this war gave the Mag'har Orcss time to migrate in.
"Supreme Warlord" Kargath Bladefist said rudely, Mag'har Orcs, please stay away, don't interfere with them and the devil and Void Creature starting to have a happy fuck on this frozen prairie.
Although the words are rude, in fact it is Green Skins who have taken on the responsibility of breaking up Mag'har Clan.
Everyone just understands it tacitly.
After all, the expulsion of the Green Skinss from the Draenor world is the decision of the entire K'ure Alliance. They can come back to help, but they cannot stay for a long time.
"Let's go."
Lantresor waved to the Sword Saints under his command, and an apprentice handed him a sheepskin jacket. Sword Saint wanted to reject it forcefully, but a bone-chilling wind mixed with ice slag blew over, making him shiver.
While cursing the damn cold wave of the night, he put on thick clothes, rode his Dire Wolf and rushed out of the clan camp that had just been established a few months ago.
A young half-blood half-Orcs carried two swords on his back. According to the tradition of Orcs, he sadly hung his turban at the entrance of his den, looking forward to returning to this home one day in the future.
Lantresor sighed and did not stop his people from saying goodbye.
Because of identity issues, it is difficult for them Havorosen to really find a place that accepts them. Now the emergence of the Righteous Blade Clan has given them a real "home", but they are forced to leave here because of this damn war.
"The battle between Argus Lord and the Fallen Norgannon caused the volcano of Frostfire Ridge to erupt, and the entire Frostfire Ridge was shattered in half. Fortunately, Frostwolf Clan made preparations in advance."
After reuniting with Gaiara, Lantresor heard Great Prophet of Mag'har whisper to him:
"My parents brought their people across the sea and are now taking refuge in Highmaul. There are two Naaru taking care of them. They will not freeze to death, but the elements are warning. They are roaring crazily in my head."
Gaiara rubbed his eyebrows and said painfully:
"The current cooling is just the beginning. At the dawn of tomorrow at the latest, the temperature of the entire Draenor will drop to the point where mortals cannot survive at all. Except for the place where the light and heat of Naaru shine, other places will be completely frozen.
Elemental Lords even allowed me to see the future of the world covered with a thick layer of ice. We will all be frozen in the ice surrounding the world.
Naarus must pay a price for fighting against such a cold night.
Their light and heat cannot be released forever. After a few months at most, the Naarus will be extinguished, and they will also be frozen in this dead world."
Lantresor was silent, and after a few seconds, he said:
"Eredar will definitely leave. Will they take us away?"
"They are very willing to do this. At least Velen won't watch us die here. They are willing to take us away together, but to be honest, if we want to leave, we don't even need Eredar's help."
Gaiara said dumbly:
"I just met with Warlord Varok. He brought an order from Great Chieftain Eitrigg, saying that the five worlds currently owned by Green Skins, including Shattered Hand Abyss, will open their arms to us.
Those worlds are all grassland worlds discovered by Black Wolf God's Hunting Pack in the sea of stars. Among them are grasslands very similar to Nagrand. Each world is enough to accommodate the migration of the Mag'har Clan."
"Those worlds are nice, but the problem with them the One is, they're not Draenor!"
Little Hellscream's voice sounded from behind.
This guy is still wearing a simple Warrior outfit despite the cold wave of the night. However, considering that this guy is both Lightforged and has a Heart of Fury in his body, this cold wave of the night is just a little bit of wind and frost for him.
Even without the protection of Naaru, Little Hellscream is probably the last Orcs to freeze to death in the Draenor world.
If the fire of his anger can keep burning, this guy can even continue to roam this dead world and wage endless wars with all the bastards who dare to step into this world.
He controlled his Lightforging Dire Wolf and said in a stiff tone:
"We will not leave Draenor! No matter what the world becomes, Mag'har will stay here and accompany our hometown for the last journey. What's more, just the arrival of the Darkest Night makes you lose hope?
Your fearful eyes really make me feel sick!
You have too little confidence in your own world."
Little Hellscream cursed:
"A Fallen Titan died here, killed by the lords of our world and Eredar, but Draenor's Revenge is just the beginning! We have just set foot on Glorious Path, and the so-called "Eternal Night Cold Wave" is just a small pressure to temper Warrior's mind."
"I think you are really crazy. Is this a problem that Warrior's will can solve?"
Gaiara cursed:
"Open your eyes and take a look. Even your Warsong Clan, the most fanatical Warrior, is shivering with cold. Not all Orcss have a "Heart of Fury" like you."
"Then Lightforging!"
Little Hellscream roared louder:
"Everyone should accept the strengthening of Holy Light. High Heaven is already standing on the clouds. The heat from the holy flame is enough to keep us alive! As long as the fire in the heart is not extinguished, no matter how cold the cold wave is, it can't kill the warriors of Orcs!
We must survive!
No matter what the means, we must take our world through this Path of Vengeance."
"Stop arguing, it's not that time yet."
Lantresor reluctantly separated these two noisy but actually very good young people, and he said loudly:
"First take the clan members to Shattrath City. Under the protection of Naaru's light and heat, and in the shelter of Holy Light, all Chieftain and Warlord must discuss a solution together. Either accept Lightforging or follow Eredar to escape from this world.
This is the future fate of all Orcs, and it cannot be decided arbitrarily by the two of you."
"What are you arguing about?"
While the three of them were advancing and arguing against the increasingly biting cold wind, Burning Blade Chieftain Samuro emerged from the gloomy wind. Sword Saint, who was wearing a Wolf Pelt Cloak to cover his body and keep warm, said loudly:
"Go to Shattrath quickly, Eredar has prepared Landing Pod to take us to Karabor Temple. Argus Lord is back, Saloras Archbishop said, he brought us a "Sun Shard".
That thing can temporarily act as the sun.
Don't worry.
This eternal cold wave will not kill us, nor will it kill our world.
Just as the elder Drek'Thar predicted, Draenor's journey has just begun, and Mag'har Orcs will eventually have his own place on the stage of this sea of stars."
"Where is Vigilant?"
Little Hellscream asked:
"Didn't his old man come back?"
"Vigilant."
Samuro hesitated for a moment and whispered:
"Archbishop Nali doesn't allow others to discuss this matter, but I heard Archbishop Yula say privately that Vigilant's departure was not defeat or death, he was just embarking on the last journey to ascend to the rank of God.
When he returns to the sea of stars, we may have to use "him" to describe the noble Saint."
"Hmph, it should be so."
Gaiara also breathed a sigh of relief.
The young Great Prophet tightened her bearskin coat, breathed out, and said:
"If there is a god in this sea of stars, it must be in the form of Diakum the Saint. Only a god like him is worthy of our worship and following.
Let's go, speed up!
Hurry up and go to the shelter in the light before we are frozen to death by this damn wind and frost.
Look, it's snowing."
She raised her head. In this gloomy darkness, the falling snow mixed with hail was drifting in the cold wind. When she looked back, the Nagrand that had been noisy before became dead and quiet.
The demons began to retreat at some point.
Perhaps even they cannot accept to continue fighting in such a dying world.
Those Void Creature don't care about the severe cold. They may create their own void lair under the frozen grassland, spread filth in the world, and weave a canopy of shadows in this dark night that will never light up.
But that doesn't matter.
Orcs held up torches and advanced in the cold wind of the night. Wherever their flames touched, all darkness was invisible.
Just like Diakum the Saint once said, no matter how noisy the shadows are, all it takes is a ray of light to make them disappear.
The night has come, can dawn be far behind?
"He is gone. He has embarked on his own journey. It is a war that is truly pleasing to the eye. Ah, holy war, War of the Burning Sun and High Heaven stand tall. My students have really accomplished things that a ridiculous old man like me can hardly imagine."
In the ruins of Karabor Temple's completely destroyed city square, Sarkir raised his hands tremblingly, letting the eerie cold wave hit his broken and dying body.
It looked at the light flickering in the invisible night.
That is the stream of light of Argus Lord and Lightforged Fleet returning from the sea of stars, like a bright meteor shower that will illuminate the world under the dark night.
But in Sarkir's field of vision, the white-haired immortal Eternal Ones still stands proudly on the top of the bloody tower.
He seemed to be admiring the "beautiful scenery" in the distance, and at one point when he looked back, he smiled and raised the red wine glass to Sarkir, as if to welcome the arrival of an old friend.
The Shaper perfectly fulfilled the "invitation" of Eternal Ones, and sent Diakum Zastinss's soul to Shadowlands just as he wished.
In order to complete this unplanned willful invitation, Sarkir blocked everything in his life.
But it might be worth it.
When High Heaven has stood above all living beings, and War of the Burning Sun will also start in Sea of Darkness, the ancient chess game of Eternal Ones has finally come to an end.
The dispute between the six forces has escalated unstoppably. Six nobles are sitting around the high table. Only one can claim victory. Death Faction, who has been lurking and waiting, is about to show his fangs.
Sarkir laughed.
As Argus Lord gets closer and closer to Karabor Temple, Sarkir's laughter becomes more and more unrestrained.
Until the moment when the giant of the sea of stars landed lightly outside the ruins of the city square with Sun Shard in his hand, and when his eyes looked directly at Great Demon Lord crawling to the edge of the ruins, Sarkir raised his hands high and knelt down in front of Argus Lord.
It said loudly:
"Blessings for you, my great hometown; prayers for you, supreme Lord; we will eventually return home."
"You don't have that qualification!"
Argus roared and raised Thunderblade, letting the light of Emperor's Fall wrap around Thunder and tear apart the night, He pronounced:
"You will no longer be welcome in your hometown, Betrayer! You have been banished for eternity!"
"Of course, I deserve it."
Sarkir raised his head, and then knocked his head heavily on the rubble of the ruins.
In that bloody kneel, it said:
"I will fill in the last missing link of the Eredar civilization shaped by you. I will embark on the road of no return of my own choosing. No one will praise me, and no one will remember me.
This is what I deserve.
But I am still looking forward to the final glory coming from you.
Send me on a far journey, send me on that final road.
I will lead the way for Him
Until tomorrow, until the dawn comes.
Well, I'm honored."
"Boom"
Emperor's Fall smashed down, causing the dazzling lightning to turn into Blade of Destruction, completely annihilating the ruins of the entire square in front of him and one-sixth of the city into a mournful form of primitive matter.
When Thunderblade chopped it off, Sarkir closed his eyes with satisfaction.
As it says, raise your hands high with glory and embrace the ending you deserve with satisfaction.
It has burned out like decayed coal.
However, beneath that extinguished flame, there are still embers longing to be rekindled.
It had already embarked on this road of no return, and had lost its way along the way. But after being awakened by Diakum, it knew that it could not look back, but there was no need to look back.
My future lies in that beautiful death, and my salvation lies in the Terminus grace that has never been given.
Eredar is not perfect yet.
They still lack the last blessing, and Sarkir will personally fill in this last flaw for them.
The lonely Eternal Life is over, from now on Eredar will give time more meaning.
Beautiful prosperity has arrived, and from now on Argus will accompany the changes until eternity.
The long-awaited death, I have come to keep the appointment.