In the Name of Noble Sacrifice, Let the K'ure Alliance Strike Hard at the Demon Blood Horde!

"Go outside! Go outside quickly! Void Childs are here!"

Just as Diakum's burning Holy Light filled the broken navigation platform, allowing the broken Naaru K'ure that was on the verge of death to be purified by light, the freed Ancestral Spirit seemed to sense some kind of danger approaching.

They were suspended in the air and shouted to Garadar Orcs and Draenei Executive Officer who were forced to retreat to the area outside the navigation station due to the blazing light:

"The "white ghosts" in the nearby underground have heard the call of their dark master! They are coming here to try to interrupt K'ure's glorious funeral! Children of Nagrand, we will never allow this to happen.

Fight them!

Kill those bastards of the void and don't let their filthy claws get close to the Holy Land that Orcs and Draenei share."

"Have you all heard the call of your ancestors?"

Garrosh was the first to hold his battle ax high. He was so excited because he witnessed today's miracle with his own eyes that he turned around and roared at the Orcss behind him:

"This broken Naaru is kind to our Orcs ancestors! Its affairs are our affairs, and its honor is our glory. We will never allow filth to disturb this holy praise! Garadar Warriors, follow me!

Execute those white ghosts!"

"Ouch!"

The Orcss who were previously pulled into the vision of their ancestors and witnessed the two hundred years of changes in Oshu'gun Holy Mountain were all sentimental for the friendship between Ancestral Spirit and K'ure the Crown. After learning the truth, they also realized that they had been tricked by Shadow Council's bastards.

There may be a conflict over security concerns between them and Draenei, but this should never develop into a war of extermination.

What they are doing now has brought shame to the noble sacrifice of their ancestors, so every Orcs is holding a fire in their heart. Now that group of sneaky White Ghost Orcss are coming to their door, how can they not let these Warriors burst out with fighting spirit?

The restless Garrosh gave the order, and Orcs Warrior of Garadar followed immediately. They who were responsible for guarding Holy Land had been dealing with white ghosts for many years, so they naturally knew how to deal with them.

Grand Executor Haddon and General Jayde, who have lived in Shattrath City for a long time, also know the existence of the "white ghost" Orcs, but they have not associated those strange things with K'ure the Crown before. After learning the truth now, it is naturally their duty to help Guardian Naaru, who is about to die, to relieve his final worries.

Therefore, as Jaide pulled out his Elemental Warblade and gave the order, the elite Hunter Cavalry who came with him also rushed out after Orcs.

Those mutated objects that Ancestral Spirit called "Void Child" came very quickly. Almost at the same time that the coalition forces from both sides rushed out of Oshu'gun Holy Mountain, they saw the scene of pale Orcss screaming and rushing toward them in the dark evil shadows shaking with purple evil power.

There were so many of them, and they were also assisted by Voidwalkers who kept rushing out of the shadows and the darker spirits of darkness. In the chaotic march, they really showed a gloomy posture with shadows blocking out the sun.

General Jayde sneered, pulled out Elemental Warblade with a wave of his hand, and waved forward with the power of War Shaman. The crimson light was cast on Hunter Cavalry under his command like a running halo.

He glanced at the Garrosh beside him, and after a moment of hesitation, he continued to expand the scope of the "Bloodlust" and applied it to the Garadar Orcs.

This scene made Garrosh look back at Jaide in surprise.

He saw the arrogant and stern cavalry general Draenei nodded to him, and Warrior's conversation was silent. After all, there is nothing in this world that cannot be expressed by just nodding. The young Warsong Orc instantly understood what General Jayde meant.

There was something weird in his mind, but now was not the time to think about that.

The opponent was the legendary Shaman, and his Bloodlust blessing made the Orcs's natural Blood Rage almost fully activated. In the accelerated burning inspired by the fire of anger and the power of the elements, Garrosh's muscles swelled.

His eyes were red, and he felt endless power rising in his body. He waved the battle ax in his hand forward and roared loudly:

"Follow me forward! Cover Blue Skins. Ah, Hunter Cavalry, who is covering Draenei, seize the flank! Warriors of Garadar, our ancestors are watching us. To retreat is to bring shame to the glory!

Charge!

Follow me Charge!

Lok-tar ogar!!!"

With the iconic "win or die" roar of Orcs, General Jayde also mounted his anxious and angry war sheep, leading his cavalry to charge towards the flank.

He turned his head and saw that the orcs were actually using brutal counterattacks to cover them to seize the advantageous terrain.

To be honest, this scene also made Jaide feel a little weird.

In the past two hundred years, although Draenei and Orcs did not start a real war, Orcs Wolf Rider who died in his hands was not a It's a small amount. Although the competition between the two sides for Nagrand Plains has not been put on the table, Jaide knows very well that there is a huge bounty on his head from the Shattered Hand Clan, who is good at assassination.

But at least for now, the cooperation between the two parties is quite pleasant.

This is probably the first time in the history of Draenor that Orcs and Draenei have fought side by side.

"Those white ghosts, they're twisted into what they are?"

Yorin Death-Eye, who was holding the line at the rear and began to release Rain of Fire to attack the enemy, was still a little confused. He didn't understand the meaning of this term at all.

Even though he now saw with his own eyes those weird orcs with skin that was so pale that it was absolutely abnormal, whose bodies were dissipated and twisted to the point of morbidity, covered with all kinds of strange dark lines, and whose movements were weird like "strange species".

When he first saw this weird and curious thing, Yorin Death-Eye refused to admit that these guys could really be called "Orcs".

This horse riding is so blasphemous!

No matter from which angle you look at these outrageous things, they have nothing to do with "Orcs".

This perception is quite normal.

He has been in Garadar for less than a month, and he does not understand these hidden things that currently only exist in Nagrand.

Matron Geyah sighed, and while applying Earth Shield to Charge's Warrior, he explained in a low voice to him and the equally confused Gaiara and Griselda Blackhand:

"They are a group of Orcs who have been alienated by dark forces. They were formerly the Exiled from various clans. They were wandering in the wilderness around the Draenor world. If they are lucky, they will be taken in by other clans, but most of them will die silently in various accidents.

But I don't know since when, these wanderers will gather in Nagrand inexplicably.

Especially in the cave near Oshu'gun Holy Mountain, it has almost become their base camp.

Because they live underground without seeing the sun all year round, the skin of these Orcs is pale and strange. They have almost turned into another kind of creature, sick and crazy. We used to think that it was some kind of curse like "Red Plague", but now it seems that it may be the "The Fallen" accidentally created by Mr. K'ure when he resisted the darkness.

Garadar will regularly send out hunters to clean up these crazy people to prevent them from desecrating Oshu'gun Holy Land.

But to be honest, even I don't know how many White Ghost Orcs there are, and I heard that in recent decades, there seem to be exiles Ogres from the Gorian Ogre Empire who have also joined them.

In short, don't pay attention to the nonsense of those guys, what they worship is an evil god that is more terrifying than the devil, and what they worship is the darkness itself!"

"It's void!"

Grand Executor Haddon, who called on the power of running water to heal the injured, said with a serious face:

"Draenei has encountered some worlds corrupted by the void during his twenty-five thousand years of exile. The forms of the fallen spirits are very similar to these white ghosts. They jointly worship an energy or phenomenon called "Twilight".

Be careful when coming into contact with them!

The danger of those guys lies not only in their distorted bodies, but also in their morbidly polluted spirits. Even their filthy corpses left after being Execute still have terrible spiritual corrosive power, and must be purified with holy fire or Holy Water.

Let's also go to the front to help.

Young people are too Recklessness, and it is difficult for them to properly protect their minds in fierce battles. All it takes is one deliberately planted seed of corruption, and the world will have one less good Warrior and one more servant of darkness."

"Hmm."

Ner'zhul nodded silently, strode out with his Shadowmoon Staff, and waved his fingers to call out two ferocious roaring Spectral Wolfs. It was a gift from Ancestral Spirit, it was also the "guard" that the legendary Shaman could get, and it was the "status symbol" on the road of Shaman.

Theoretically speaking, when a legendary Shaman summons his own protective ghost wolf, it means that he is really determined to do something big.

This scene made Zagreel, the old chief of the White Claw clan who was weak but still holding onto his weapon and stepped into the battlefield next to him, very confused. He threw a throwing ax and killed a white ghost orc and whispered:

"Why are you laughing? Is there something worth celebrating?"

"Ah? Is it so obvious?"

Ner'zhul quickly tightened his expression.

Old Orcs looked around a little guilty, and then explained in a low voice:

"It's Rulkan. My wife is also in the ranks of Ancestral Spirit. She scolded me for losing my mind and being tempted by Gul'dan and the devil because of my feelings, but she also saw my changes and efforts in these days.

She said, Ancestral Spirit will eventually forgive me.

This means that after I die, I can reunite with my wife in the soul realm of Nagrand."

At the end of the sentence, Ner'zhul's cloudy eyes became gentle, causing Zargrel beside him to sigh. Old Whiteclaw bent down and grabbed his blood-stained flying ax from the broken head of the corpse at his feet and held it in his hand. He cursed in a low voice:

"When we were young, you were the most infatuated guy among all Chieftain. You were even ridiculed by Kilrogg as a "dog who is always in heat." Now that you are old, you still can't change this problem! Ner'zhul, please give me some snacks.

Ancestral Spirit will be kind to you only this time!

If you mess up, if we mess up, even Rulkan will probably be very disappointed in you."

"Yes, this is the only chance."

Ner'zhul narrowed his eyes and casually called Fire Elementals, which gathered into blazing tongues of fire. When he was attacked by the first ferocious white ghost, he waved his hand and let the tongues of fire roar into lava and slam down, turning the unlucky thing into coke in an instant.

He and Old Whiteclaw Zargrel fight side by side, just like they did when they were young.

While releasing Bloodlust to provide military support to Garadar Orcs Warrior, he said in a cold voice:

"So I will not allow anyone to block our actions to correct the chaos, whether it is Blackhand or Grom, or Old Dal who chose the wrong path. I will save the ethnic group that went astray due to my mistakes.

I will atone, I will do it, I. Wait, did you hear that?"

Swinging his staff like a war hammer, he smashed one White Ghost Orcs to death, and then commanded two Spectral Wolfs to pounce and sweep across Ner'zhul. At this moment, he turned around and looked at Oshu'gun Holy Mountain behind him, who was shining brightly in the sunset. He said to Old Whiteclaw Zargrel who also turned back:

"The singing has dispersed! Ancestral Spirit is mourning to say goodbye to his old friend. Your Excellency K'ure has passed away, and a tired but glorious soul has returned home."

"Yes, it has completed its journey, which shocked even a stubborn old bastard like me."

Old Whiteclaw sighed:

"How can Draenei, who can believe in such a benevolent Holy Spirit, be the kind of destroyer that Gul'dan slandered? Compared with them, we who decided to launch a war just because of the uneasiness in our hearts are more like a group of the Butcher.

We have lost our pride, our honor is dead.

But luckily.

We still have a chance to save it."

The battle against the white ghosts ended poorly.

In fact, the moment K'ure the Crown's purification ended, the moment it completely got rid of the temptation of the void and Dark Entity's fate was cut off, the White Ghost Orcss who came to cause trouble due to the call of the void dispersed in a hurry.

Their corrupted and twisted minds simply do not have the will and courage to fight to the death. The moment they cannot hear the "Twilight call" is the moment when their brainless morale collapses.

They screamed in terror as if awakening from a long nightmare, turned around and fled into the rotating and floating dark cracks as they came, and fled the battlefield, running as fast as frightened rabbits, even making Garrosh scold these sick bastards on the battlefield for their lack of honor.

Although the young Orcs Warrior killed at least twenty white ghosts in one battle, the anger in his heart was obviously not that easy Dispersion.

But the one who was more aggrieved than him was Diakum the Saint.

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He had already rushed slowly, but still could not catch up with the final moment of this battle.

The failure to purify several void servants in the name of Holy Light disappointed Dick, who had just transferred to the second hero profession and was a little itchy. He could only use the noble and solemn attitude of Light Archon to release a few Holy Word spells to assist the injured who were high in fighting spirit.

But don't tell me, the Holy Word spells in this legendary realm are better and better than the "Power Word" used by ordinary Priests. Not only the healing effect is increased by at least 30%, but even the light and shadow effects are much cooler than the previous plain and simple state.

The strength of the light shield created by the simplest Holy Word: Shield for Warrior is comparable to a good piece of mail protection.

After Dick tried it for the first time, he confirmed that his assisting and healing abilities were not weaker than his attacking abilities as Sun Herald. It was a pity for the One, because Sun Herald was on the offensive side. Due to his outstanding appearance, Vigilant cannot use the offensive skills of Priest in most cases, making it difficult for him to exert the destructive power of spells of "Discipline Priest" that is comparable to Arcane Mage.

However, it is no exaggeration to say "the future is promising" for Saint at this time. As long as you give him some time, his destructive spells at medium and long distances will definitely make enemies who try to "fly a kite" against him, Garrison Commander, feel "desperate".

"Your face is filled with the disappointment of not being able to fight to your fullest. It seems that underneath your holy appearance there is a heart belonging to Warrior, Vigilant."

Draenei with a slight accent sounded not far away from Dick. He turned around and saw Ms. Draka riding a white Dire Wolf, wiping her battle ax and walking towards him with several blood-stained heads.

Diakum must once again say with emotion that this Orcs heroine is really strong. When you were riding Dire Wolf and Jaide together with Charge, did you ever consider the Go'el in your belly?

World Shaman is also miserable. It is really difficult for him to have such a "war-mad" mother.

"The purification of K'ure the Crown has been completed, and the Ancestral Spirits have been freed from their noble sacrifice. In addition, the truth behind the extermination of the Bladefist Clan has been discovered, and the reason for the war between Draenei and Orcs has been almost resolved by you alone.

I can't guarantee whether Horde, the commander-in-chief of Great Chieftain Blackhand, will accept such a result, but I can make it clear to you here that my husband and I and Frostwolf Clan will never participate in the next war!

We are willing to find the ancient glorious tradition, and we are willing to live in peace with Draenei.

Follow the teachings of Ancestral Spirit, and we are willing to become friends with you."

Draka knew the right amount of teasing, and then jumped off Dire Wolf. With a serious expression, she clenched her left hand into a fist and tapped her shoulder. She said to Dick:

"Your words and deeds have won my respect, allowing me to make this promise to you on behalf of the Frostwolf Clan. We will never be enemies!"

"Same goes for the Whiteclaw Clan."

Old Chieftain Zargrel came over with a war spear, he sighed and said:

"Although my stubborn promise has no meaning at this time, the few days since I left the clan have been enough for the Blackrock Clan's "wise general" Eitrigg to take away all the warlike and unthinking young people in my clan.

But I can still guarantee that I will do my best to prevent the remaining White Claws Orcs from participating in the attack on Draenei."

"Garadar Thank you for everything you have done for us. We are willing to work hard for the peace of the two races."

Matron Geyah was the third one to speak.

But facing the promises made by the three of them, Diakum was not satisfied, and neither was Ner'zhul beside him!

The old Orcs was leaning on the blood-stained Shadowmoon Staff. On the grassland strewn with white ghost corpses, under the shining Oshu'gun Holy Mountain, he said loudly:

"While our compatriots are planning to launch a war without honor, we who have been favored and understand the truth choose to remain neutral? What is the difference between this and becoming Gul'dan and Shadow Council's accomplices? Chieftain!

Stop kidding yourself!

If we don't stand up and resist Blackhand and Horde at this time, then every blood debt in the future will mean that we are also part of it. Don't forget who helped us rescue World Elements, and who liberated our Ancestral Spirit.

Zargrel, has your glory been fed to the dogs?

Have you forgotten who personally brought you back from your fatal injuries? Mortal realm?

We must stand up!

We must unite those Orcss who are unwilling to give up their glory and tradition to form the guardians of peace and fight to the end against the Hordes who are about to fall!

I know this will divide us, but if we don't get rid of the lunatics who are determined to embrace death and destruction, our civilization will completely lose a possible future. If we don't resolutely draw a line with the darkness, how can we make our stance clear?

Diakum the Saint and Draenei have shown sincerity, don't we, the proud Orcs, even have the courage to respond to good intentions?"

"Not just Draenei and Orcs!"

When Ner'zhul's scolding caused Chieftain to fall into an unspeakable and awkward silence, Dick answered at this moment:

"I will not hide it from my alien friends. I will go to Highmaul, the last capital of the Gorian Ogre Empire. I will save the last Gorian Ogres and persuade them to join our covenant.

There are also Arakkoas of Spires of Arak in my plan.

Even the Sprigganss who live in seclusion in the Gorgrond wilderness.

Please remember!

This covenant that will be established in the name of K'ure the Crown is not only to fight against the militant Orcs who is about to fall into the hell of war, but also to guard against the evil spirits who hide in the shadows and manipulate Orcs to die.

The demons have set their sights on this world, just like they set their sights on the former Argus!

When facing Burning Legion, you, me and others have no qualifications to surrender or survive! The only way left for us the One is to fight, unite all the forces that can be united, and give up all illusions. The world will then enter a cruel era where you will die if you don't fight!

So I implore you, right here!

Chieftains, warriors, heroes! In the light of the friendship and noble sacrifice we have just witnessed, in the long-cherished wish of K'ure the Crown to sacrifice himself to unite the two races, I propose that we, the beings trapped here or born here, form "K'ure Alliance"!

Use this as a bond to unite you and me to jointly defend Draenor!

This is our temporary residence, but it is your hometown! While Draenei is already preparing to fight for the future of this world, as Sons of Draenor, do you still plan to continue to live in peace?"

"Then there is only one answer!"

When Chieftain were silent, a wild voice sounded next to them.

The young Garrosh leaned on his battle ax and smashed the white ghost's head out of his hand. He said loudly:

"I join! I will give everything to my world Consecration. This is the most perfect war a Warrior can get! I will not refuse such an honor!"

"You can't represent Garadar! You can't represent Warsong Clan."

Gaiara scolded from the side:

"Shut up, we have no business talking here."

"Then I will represent myself!"

Garrosh rubbed his neck and said:

"Then Blue Skins Saint is right. If we as "Sons of Draenor" don't make sacrifices for our mother world, then who can we expect to protect it? If we can't even meet this most basic obligation, how can we have the face to scold Blue Skins for taking our living space?

Blackhand That thug Great Chieftain said that only those who have contributed to this world are qualified to rule it!

He is a bad person for listening to slander, but this is true.

I will use my ax to prove that Orcs civilization will be the eternal pride of the Draenor world!"

After saying that, this idiot looked at his three Chieftain with a provocative look, with the aura of "I will kill you if you dare to embarrass Orcs".

"Oh, let the young people see the joke."

Old Whiteclaw Zargrel wiped his cheeks and said in a deep voice:

"I want to go back to Frostfire Ridge, not only to gather my Warrior, but also to bring back a real "Hundred-Battle Army" for this K'ure Alliance, but this requires the assistance of the Frostwolf Clan."

"You mean Mok'Nathal Clan?"

Draka touched his chin and said:

"Indeed, to convince Leoroxx, the silent king of beasts, to lead his herd to participate in the war of defense, Frostwolf Clan or White Claw alone cannot do it, but what I am worried about is that Thunderlord Clan of Fenris will not give up this opportunity.

Don't forget, Mok'Nathal also owes them a favor."

"So we have to speed up our return journey."

Zargrel glanced at Dick and said:

"Draenei, in your war with Blackhand, in your war with the devil, we will never be absent! I hope you can unite the children of this world as you swore to do."

"This is an obligation for both of us!"

Dick stretched out his hand to the Orcs in front of him and said seriously:

"Unity will bring victory, justice will light up the glory. In the name of "K'ure Alliance", I welcome you to step into this eternal war, my Orcs friends. The change of the star sea will take root in Draenor, and you and I are both Hand of Fate who promote the change.

I promise you victory and a future worth saving."

Compared with Dick's speech, Ner'zhul's words were more concise. He held Dick's hand and said in a deep voice to the others:

"Everyone, let's start preparing for war!"