(Additional update for brother "Huo Zhengtinghao" [5/10])
When the fierce Krokuun Hunt Riderss rushed into the battlefield, the battle that besieged Telmor came to an abrupt end.
Bonechewer Clan and Laughing Skull Clan chose to retreat the moment they saw the opponent's reinforcements arriving. They split into two groups and broke out in different directions. The more cunning Twilight's Hammer members never got close to the city wall and they ran faster.
The One The only unlucky ones are Kilsorrow Clan, Warlock and Warrior near the city wall.
Especially after its Chieftain "witch" Giselda was knocked over by Vigilant with two punches, and then Yrel knocked the captive unconscious, the newly formed clan collapsed almost immediately.
After all, you can't expect a clan with a Warlock majority to have a firm determination to resist or a firm will to continue fighting. When a certain organization's "Warlock concentration" is too high, it can only fight with smooth sailing, which has become their most prominent label.
And to put it bluntly, being able to hand over the task of attacking a city to the coalition forces of several small clans shows that this operation is just a tactical speculation. It is estimated that even Commander Orcs did not expect to defeat Telmor today, otherwise it would not be these small clans who cannot fight a tough battle, but Warsong Clan, the overlord of Nagrand.
Orcs is a clan-based civilization, but the sacrificial spirit of the big clans when encountering danger is by no means comparable to the bravery of these guerrillas.
For example, in "Blood River War" where Frostfire Ridge played Orcs and Ogre Magi, Frostwolf Clan, Thunderlord Clan and Whiteclaw Clan unite Fighting against the brutal Ogre Magi, the three Orcs clans alone lost tens of thousands of lives in that battle, but their enemies Ogre Magi were even worse. The bastards who claimed to be the successors of the Gorian Empire were directly defeated by the battle.
Even their noble Ogre Warlord Korgolok was personally killed by the hybrid Orcs Leoroxx created by his magic, which directly caused Ogre Magi to lose its civilization and inheritance and return to barbarism.
The battle that defeated Ogre Magi Fortress is still sung by Orcs people today and is a symbol of the courage and strength of Orcs civilization.
It is worth mentioning that it was during that battle that the solitary but powerful Mok'Nathal hunters gained their freedom from the Ogres slave owners.
In general, the Orcs of the big clan and the Orcs of the small clan are basically two extremes in terms of fighting styles. The former is as fierce as Tiger, while the latter is as cunning as a pack of wolves. Once the two sides are combined, Orcs's war potential can be maximized.
But when only small clans participate in the war, it is easy for the Orcs side to suffer a mass defeat.
This is also a characteristic of nomadic civilization.
The aftermath of the war under Telmor soon subsided. During the pursuit and defeat of the Hunter Cavalrys, when the last Orcs Warrior was also knocked down and captured, only Draenei captured There were more than 400 prisoners living there, and even more Orcs died in battle. According to Vigilant's orders, the heads of these brutal Orcs would be cut off and piled on the edge of the battlefield to deter those warlike bastards who were ready to make a move.
The injured on Draenei's side were properly taken care of, and Priest treated them. At the same time, they collected the remains of the dead and sent them to Auchindoun Sanctuary after purification.
In the past, such ceremonies were sad and silent, but today it was an accident!
The Priest and Garrison Commander on the battlefield were in high spirits, and their joy outweighed their sadness. Even the civilians in the city rushed out regardless of the danger, just to see their legendary Saint with their own eyes.
The veterans of Hand of Argus have been stationed in Telmor for more than two hundred years, which directly led to the fact that almost all of this small town, like Ambori Village where Yrel was born, are "fanatic fans" of Vigilant.
They brought the old and the young to the edge of the battlefield, listened to Vigilant's warm and soothing words and accepted Holy Light's blessings like the morning light, and returned home satisfied with the Holy Water blessings sprinkled by Vigilant's own hands.
Diakum is also very helpless.
He also wanted to take time to chat with his injured "daughter", but the people were so enthusiastic that he had to complete the blessing ceremony with a solemn gesture Priest.
Fortunately, Telmor is a small city, and the total number of residents here does not exceed 5,000, so the ceremony ended after a few hours. Dick, who felt his arms were a little sore, was finally able to return to the military camp beside the city wall to rest for a while.
When he entered the military camp, he saw Maraad sitting by the bed comforting his sister.
Lelan is a typical "young lady" of Eredar.
She was born in a wealthy family, and her mother who came from a big family had been strict with her manners since she was a child. She was perfect in terms of etiquette and temperament. Of course, she was spoiled and would have some unnecessary tempers. But from the fact that Lelan dared to climb the city wall to fight to the death with Orcs when they invaded, it can be seen that she was indeed a good girl who was not spoiled.
Compared with the courage she inherited from her father, this little temper is nothing.
When Dick walked into the room, the girl, who was still wrapped in bandages, was acting coquettishly to her brother, complaining that his brother had not written back to her after staying at Karabor Temple for so long.
"Let your poor brother go, kid, Karabor Temple's situation has not been stable in recent months, not to mention that after I woke up, I have been telling him to do this and that, and he almost never has any time to spare.
Before that, Maraad was highly regarded by Archbishop Akama because of his outstanding performance. Believe me, your brother will definitely become an outstanding General Garrison Commander in the future!
But you are just as good as him, and both are Malderan's good boys."
Dick had the same gentle tone and smile as when he first met this child in Oronaar City. He pulled up a chair and sat beside her bed. He looked up and down at Lelan's injuries and asked softly:
"Does the wound still hurt?"
"It hurts."
She pursed her lips and said to her uncle:
"That evil Orcs seems to have ignited my heart and lungs. Every time I breathe, I feel anxious. It's so uncomfortable."
""Shadowburn" The effect of this Fel magic is like this. What you feel is not an illusion. It will take several days to recover from the lung injury. You are also Arcane Mage. This kind of injury will affect your recitation of the spell."
Dick stretched out his hand and applied a healing spell and Dispel Magic to Lelan. He shook his head and said:
"Drink more Holy Water. I will make some for you later. Remember to drink the potion that the pharmacist left for you. Alas, I originally wanted to scold you, but I let it go after seeing how pitiful you are."
"But we haven't seen each other for more than 20,000 years, Diakum Uncle."
Lelan touched the exquisite sapphire tiara on her head, she sighed and said:
"But after we met, you were so serious. You didn't have the fun and humor that I remembered from my childhood. I still remember the jokes you told us. It turns out things are different and people are different."
"But I brought you a gift, silly boy."
Facing the complaints and tantrums of the "little girl" who was more than 20,000 years old, Dick couldn't help but laugh. He took out a box from his Ogre Backpack and handed it to Lelan solemnly.
The latter blinked and took it, opened it, and found a Orcs skull decorated with gems.
"Ah?"
Arcane Mage was stunned for a moment.
She looked at her Diakum Uncle in confusion, then at the "gift" in her hand. After a few seconds of hesitation, she whispered:
"Well. I know you have slept for more than 20,000 years. Uncle, your thinking may still be in the Argus era, but please believe me, the barbaric knowledge of phrenology has long been abandoned by us Draenei.
I know that in the Argus era, giving a delicate skull to a spellcaster was a very high-end gift, but right now.
If I go out wearing this, my peers will laugh at me."
"That depends on the situation."
Maraad knew the origin of this skull, so he explained to his sister:
"This is the skull of Gul'dan, the leader of Orcs Shadow Council. It is the first precious trophy that Diakum the Saint hunted after waking up. He found a magic jeweler from the Argus era in Karabor Temple to make this magic weapon specifically for you.
According to Archbishop Akama, the powerful magic energy contained in this magic weapon is enough to allow a high-level spellcaster to temporarily control the power of a legend.
Although it is somewhat dangerous to absorb magic energy, using a magic weapon is safer than directly contacting Fel. Even in the Argus era, sister, such a magic weapon is precious enough to be placed in Relic Court.
Why don't you quickly say thank you to Saint?"
"Brother! This is our elder!"
Lelan immediately became happy.
She took this white skull decorated with amethysts and engraved with Eredar runes in her hand and played with it, and said to Maraad very dissatisfied:
"Before her death, our mother repeatedly told us to treat Diakum Uncle as our father. She said that the fighting friendship between Diakum Uncle and his father made them transcend the bond of blood. You can't always call him "Saint", as that would seem a lot alien.
Right? Uncle."
"Yeah, I've always wanted to say this to Maraad."
Dick nodded and said:
"Your father once told me that if he sums up, in my heart, although I may not have children in this life, you two are my children. Of course, you can't be special outside, but you can be closer in private.
Just call me "uncle"."
"Right? I can see clearly that my brother is just as rigid as the father we remember and abides by the family's dogma, but this is understandable."
Lelan carefully put the precious gift from her uncle into her spell bag. She coughed a few times and said with a smile:
"After all, my brother will inherit the family in the future. He must be steady and serious, but I don't have this trouble. But I have been curious, Diakum Uncle, is there really something between you and Archbishop Nali?"
"Lelan!"
Maraad scolded, Dick was also a little embarrassed.
I thought this kid was really a gossip. How could he ask such personal questions in front of his elders? He couldn't just answer directly, "Holy Gun is stained with blood, privately decided for life," right?
"Lelan needs to rest, Maraad, let your sister have a good night's rest. Come with me, we will go to the battlefield to take another look."
Dick chatted with Lelan for a few more words. After seeing that the other party was a little sleepy, he stood up and called his disciples to leave.
However, just when the two of them walked out of the military camp, they saw a Draenei dressed as Garrison Commander rushing to Lelan's room. Then they heard the sound of quarrels and the cries of grievance from Lelan in the house.
This made Dick raise his eyebrows in surprise.
He looked at Maraad, who explained in a low voice with some embarrassment:
"Well, that's Lelan's suitor. That guy has been stalking her for a long time, but according to my observation, the relationship between the two is actually pretty good."
"No, I want to ask that young man's identity."
Dick squinted his eyes and recalled the face he just saw. He couldn't help but compare it with a certain face in his memory and came to a somewhat scary conclusion.
he asked:
"That's the son of old Velen?"
"Well, yes."
Maraad answered honestly:
"In order to commemorate his hometown and encourage himself to remember World Vow, he changed his name to "Eredath". When Genedar was still in exile, he joined the Garrison Commander class, but he has never disclosed his relationship with Great Prophet. Grand Artificer Velen also deliberately downplayed the impact of his identity on his son.
Over the years, Eredath has been working as a city defense officer in Telmor in a low-key manner. Today he transported a batch of supplies to Auchindoun and missed the city defense.
But how to put it, I agree with him pursuing Lelan not because of his family background, uncle.
That kid is about the same age as Lelan, and has similar experiences. They both grew up together on Genedar. In fact, when my mother was still alive, she was very optimistic about this relationship, and it was not easy for me to interfere."
"That's it."
Dick nodded, rubbed his chin, and said:
"Then I won't interfere. This boy actually chose to be Garrison Commander. It seems that his admiration for Commander Kil'jaeden has not diminished in his heart. I also know that when he was a child, he occasionally called Kil'jaeden his father.
Is his faith strong?"
"Well, very determined, even fanatical."
Maraad said:
"He inherited both the courage of the commander Kil'jaeden and the talent of faith of Velen Great Prophet. He is very loved by Holy Light. Although his combat skills are not as good, he is indeed the potential star among us who is most promising to become a legend as soon as possible.
Grand Executor Haddon is also very optimistic about him, but due to his identity, Eredath's application to join Krokuun Legion was rejected several times.
It is impossible for General Jayde to really send Grand Artificer Velen's only son to the battlefield, not to mention that Krokuun Legion has always had to deal with the Warsong Clan's Wolf Rider, the risk is really too great."
"But it is understandable that young people want to make contributions to the people and are eager for meritorious deeds!"
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Dick rubbed his chin and said:
"Perhaps Hand of Argus is more suitable for him? Ask him for me, Maraad. If he is willing, he can participate in recruit training with the three of you. In fact, if Lelan is willing to join, you can just form a five-person team.
Just like Fareeya and the others back then."
"This risk is too great! Uncle no! Saint, I don't agree!"
Maraad refused:
"After Grand Artificer Velen's wife died in Genedar's fall, Eredath became his the One's relative. We can't"
"We can! He's one of Draenei, kid, and you can't stop him from contributing to his people."
Dick waved his hand and said:
"Ask him for me. If he is willing, Velen will take care of it for me.
You have to understand, Maraad, being loved by Holy Light is not only a blessing but also a pressure. If outstanding talents cannot be used in the right place, they can easily be taken advantage of by evil. Eredath's future is full of dark temptations.
In fact, I can protect him better only when he is by my side.
Haven't you ever thought about whether our cunning enemies have plans to use Eredath to attack Grand Artificer Velen?
He is the spiritual leader of Draenei and even all Eredar in the stars. Once something goes wrong with Great Prophet, it will be an irreparable loss for us!"
"It is true that your concerns are not groundless."
Maraad became serious and said:
"I will ask about his attitude, but what are we going to do next? The crisis in Saint, Telmor has been resolved. If we want to go to Nagrand, we have to return to Shattrath. The road connecting Spires of Arak here cannot turn to that grassland."
"We are going to Auchindoun, but before that, Telmor's defense must be readjusted."
Dick led Maraad towards the military camp headquarters. He looked at the city wall shattered by Hellfire and the light green light of Gleam on Mage Tower beside the city wall. He said:
"Shadow of Verdant Leaves The Silmarillion's cover for the city has been broken through by Orcs. I just heard some old Garrison Commander yelling and cursing the names of "Durotan" and "Orgrim". From them, I learned that this city once hosted two young Orcs who were in danger.
Warrior people generally believe that it must be the two Orcs who revealed the defense deployment of Telmor.
This possibility does exist, but it also exposes the loopholes in our defense. We have followed the same defense model for more than ten years. If I were Orcs, I would definitely take advantage of this!"
"That's what you said."
Maraad nodded.
He did not emphasize the objective reason why Hand of Argus veterans were transferred to Karabor Temple. In fact, judging from today's situation, even if Hand of Argus veterans are here, the dangers that should occur will still happen.
Draenei people have indeed been a little too slack in recent years.
"Telmor guards the road leading to the Spires of Arak mountains. The defense here is a bit weak. Archbishop Maladaar sits in Auchindoun Sanctuary. The defenders there should be divided into at least a thousand people to permanently station at Telmor. Relying on the concealment advantage given by the Shadow of Verdant Leaves diamond, it is enough to make this an unbreakable wall."
Diakum quickly climbed up a section of the city wall. He looked around and said:
"Let Nubodon move, let him call on the power of the elements to repair the damage to the city wall as soon as possible, and at the same time establish several sentries outside the city wall, leaving several teams of Talbuk Hunter Cavalry to carry out long-term patrols and early warnings around the city.
I just saw Battle Standard of the Twilight's Hammer Clan on the battlefield, where is that clan active now?"
"I just talked with the local city defense commander. He has completed the torture of Orc Warlock who was captured alive by you. The other party frankly said that Twilight's Hammer nearby is just a branch."
Maraad replied like an outstanding adjutant:
"The main force of Twilight's Hammer is currently led by their Chieftain, the evil Two-headed Ogre Warlock Cho'gall and is stationed in Around Broken Precipice in the west of Nagrand Plains, as a support force, assist Warsong Clan in attacking Gorian Ogre Empire's last capital city Highmaul.
It is said that Cho'gall was once a criminal who escaped from that city, and Grom Hellscream obviously needs him as a war adviser.
However, do you value Twilight's Hammer Clan so much because you think Cho'gall is dangerous?"
"Danger? No, you can't use such mild words to describe Cho'gall."
Dick narrowed his eyes and said:
"In my opinion, that Two-headed Ogre Warlock is as real a scourge as his mentor Gul'dan! We must seize every available opportunity to get rid of it.
And if Ogre Empire's capital has reached the point where it is running out of ammunition and food and is about to perish, then if we lend a helping hand to Gorian Ogres at this time, Maraad, based on your knowledge and judgment, do you think those Ogre Shaman who have established a vast empire will be willing to become our allies against the devil and Felblood Orcs?"
"Huh? Alliance with Ogres? Are you kidding me?"
Maraad exclaimed:
"You have to know that after Draenei entered the world of Draenor, our the One's first large-scale military deployment was a war with Ogres. Those guys bullied us Before they had a stable foothold, they planned to capture Shattrath City as their third city, but were defeated by General Jayde, led by the Krokuun Legion, using a cluster of Charge.
We have never been friends with Ogres!"
"But we can't just sit back and watch Gorian Ogres be slaughtered by the Warsong Clan. Maraad, they once established civilization. They are one of the aborigines in the Draenor world except Orcs."
Dick pondered and said:
"I believe that Highmaul's Ogre Warlord Mar'gok can distinguish where the real threat comes from, and we are also seeking to unite with the traditional Orcs. I said that we must unite all races in the Draenor world to be able to fight against the full-scale invasion of demons. I am not just talking.
Not only Gorian Ogres, Spires of Arak's high-level Arakkoa and Fallen Arakkoa are also objects that can be united, but their problems are obviously more complicated.
There are also Blade Tooth Tiger-Man all over the Draenor world, Gorgrond the mysterious Spriggans hidden on the earth, and even those ancient giants Magnaron and their Gronn descendants.
We must unite them!
This small world has never seen the power of demons, but we know what demons can do to them.
We should become a prophet who predicts danger and unite everyone to overcome difficulties together, instead of sitting back and watching them be defeated one by one by Orcs. My child, at this time, we should unite all the forces that can be united.
We are going to fight "Argus Final Battle" again in Draenor. The bad news is that there will not be Star Soul to help us this time. The good news is that this time we will not fight alone!"
He turned around and said to Maraad who was deep in thought:
"Actually, before I left Karabor Temple, I had conveyed similar thoughts to Neri. She would help me lobby for the support of other people in Bishop Council, but I also need the support of you young people.
We cannot tell others our plans in vain and ask others to trust us.
We have to come up with successful cases. Only in this way can we attract those Warriors who are unwilling to surrender to the devil and come under that banner!
The devil is not invincible, Maraad, I want to tell you the truth. Although I have not experienced Draenei's twenty-five thousand years of exile, I have no intention of running away!
Draenor is the last stop of Draenei's exile!
We will blow the horn of counterattack here, we will win a victory here and then embark on the road back home. I will return to my hometown, and I will also take you Argus children back to my hometown!"
"Is this your plan for this trip?"
Maraad sighed:
"You have actually made plans to intervene in the war between Gorian Ogres and Warsong Clan, right? Even at the moment you woke up, you already had a similar plan. You want to unite the world, just like you did in the last thirty days of Argus.
You are determined to give the demons another bitter taste of defeat."
"Yes, I won't hide this from you, kid."
Dick waved his hand and said:
"What we want to save is not just our people, what we want to save is this world that will fall into the hell of war! On the other hand, if we can't even save the small world of Draenor, why should we respond to the ancient World Vow and claim that we will definitely find a way to save our hometown?
Are you willing to assist me? Maraad, I can only do this with the help of someone I trust."
"Of course, Diakum the Saint!"
Maraad said in a deep voice:
"I will trust you and help you just like my father did. Your desire may also become my ideal, my morality, and my oath.
Return to Argus.
To this day I can't forget the childhood I spent in Oronaar City!
If possible, I don't want my sister to spend twenty-five thousand years in exile with me. Although there is no real suffering of abjection, becoming a wanderer is still an ending that no dignified soul can allow himself to get.
I don't want Lelan's children to live the same life as us.
They're going back to Argus!
They deserve to live a peaceful life in their hometown like I did when I was a child!
Yes!
I have chosen my own Holy Light Vow. This is my oath. Like you, I will lead the people back to Argus as my ideal in life.
We will definitely get our home back, and we will definitely get our Legacy back."
"Very good, now I finally have the momentum of a man."
Dick patted his shoulder and said:
"Your father and mother, and I will be proud of you. Let's go and stay with the soldiers on the battlefield. You have to learn to be a commander from now on, my child.
And I
I also have to be prepared to complete the "exciting" meeting with Grom Hellscream and Cho'gall. Highmaul will not fall in this era.
I won't allow it to collapse in such a weak way, as it still has to shoulder a greater mission!"