Twilight Hammer Clan

Leiluo saw that the ogres had no intention of attacking him, and finally relaxed.

On Draenor, the relationship between orcs and ogres was far from harmonious. Some ogre clans often attacked orc clans, capturing them as slaves or gladiators, while other ogre clans were on good terms with the orc clans and even showed such bravery in battles against other ogre clans that they seemed more like orc warriors than the orc warriors themselves.

It was just like the Han Dynasty and the Xiongnu in history before Leiluo transmigrated.

"Hello, ogre friends. I'm from the Pebble Clan. May I ask which clan you're from? And why have you come here?" Leiluo casually made up a clan name. Draenor had far too many nameless clans. Though it did not really matter between clans, Leiluo did not want to lose face in front of the ogres.

But who could have known that this Pebble Clan, which now had barely more than a hundred people, would one day become the backbone of the orcs, the pride of the orcs?

"Oh, orc friend, my name is Saiyba. We have long heard of your clan. We are from the Twilight Hammer Clan." This Two-Headed Ogre was actually rather sharp. Though he had thought about it countless times and still had no idea where this Pebble Clan came from, it did not stop him from saying a few diplomatic pleasantries. "May I ask how many of you orc friends are in this place?"

Hearing this Two-Headed Ogre named Saiyba say that he had "long heard of them," Leiluo was laughing so hard inside. "Oh, Saiyba, I'm the only one here."

"Oh, is that so? Then go die." When Saiyba heard that Leiluo was the only one here, the smiling look on his face suddenly changed. As he spoke, he raised his hand and sent a fireball at Leiluo.

Leiluo never imagined that Saiyba would suddenly attack. In his mind, if this Twilight Hammer Clan was hostile to orcs, it should not have wasted words with him at all and should have attacked the moment they met. That assumption cost Leiluo dearly, because this Two-Headed Ogre was Heroic Rank. Ogres rarely had two heads, but once one appeared, it was certain to be Heroic Rank—and could only reach Heroic Rank. As for why, no one knew.

In truth, if Leiluo had not been such a fake fan, any normal Warcraft fan, upon hearing the words Twilight Hammer Clan, would definitely have gone on guard. That was because the Chieftain of the Twilight Hammer Clan was Kargath, the first Ogre Mage, and Gul'dan's disciple.

Of course Leiluo knew the name Gul'dan. If he had known that the Chieftain of the Twilight Hammer Clan was Gul'dan's disciple, how could he possibly not have taken precautions? That sinister, treacherous bastard who had deceived the entire orc race.

Moreover, the purpose of the Twilight Hammer Clan was to create disaster, spread terror, and exterminate life across every land they passed through.

But Leiluo knew none of this, so he was sent flying and badly wounded.

After Leiluo took Saiyba's fireball, his entire chest became a bloody mess, even giving off a faint aroma of cooked meat. He struggled several times to get up, but failed each time. Gradually, Leiluo felt his eyelids grow heavier and heavier, and he passed out.

At that moment, the Behemoth, which was still eating roast meat, saw Leiluo get sent flying and instantly flew into a rage. It turned around and roared at Saiyba, roast meat still clutched in its claws.

But the moment it finished roaring, the roast meat in the Behemoth's claws fell to the ground. It could never forget that after it had just finished transforming, it had been ambushed by this very Two-Headed Ogre before its eyes, then fled all the way here. And now, he had caught up to it again.

By nature, a Behemoth that obeyed the strong should have submitted to Saiyba, who had defeated it. But Saiyba had not defeated it. Instead, the moment its transformation had completed, he had tried to use magic to control it. So, the instant it used all its strength to break its shackles, it fled.

What the Behemoth had not expected was that after so many days, they still managed to catch up—and even injured its cook. Perfect. It could settle the old scores and the new together.

Seeing the Behemoth attack his side, Saiyba fired another fireball. But this fireball did not produce the same effect it had on Leiluo. It only made the Behemoth tilt slightly.

Seeing that his magic had no effect, Saiyba waved his large hand. "Go! Stop it!"

The ogre warriors who heard the order charged wildly toward the Behemoth, but with one sweep of the Behemoth's giant claws, a large swath of them were knocked away. Yet they continued to rush forward as if they did not know pain. Only when their chests were pierced through by the Behemoth's giant claws did they stop getting back up. Meanwhile, Saiyba, standing at the edge of the battle, sent out fireballs from time to time, striking the Behemoth's giant claws.

Because of this, aside from the first unlucky one who had been pierced through, the other ogres only suffered varying degrees of injury and did not die.

Watching as it tangled with his ogre warriors, Saiyba seized the opportunity and began setting something up around the battle circle.

The Behemoth's roar and the ogres' smug laughter startled Leiluo awake from unconsciousness. But he could not even speak, much less roll over. He could only turn his head toward the source of the sound. Through his blurred vision, he saw the towering Behemoth kneeling on the ground, its body bound by chains that glowed green.

The area beside Saiyba no longer looked as it had at the start, either. Only three ogre warriors remained, and their bodies were full of holes, blood still spurting out with soft hissing sounds. They probably would not live much longer.

"After such heavy losses, you're finally going to be mine! Hahaha!" Saiyba looked at the Behemoth kneeling on the ground and laughed wildly.

"Damn it. If this Behemoth becomes his, won't my plan for the clan's rise be ruined?" Hearing Saiyba's arrogant words, Leiluo was frantic inside. But right now, he could barely even speak, so there was nothing he could do. He could only stare helplessly as the Behemoth was gradually controlled by Saiyba.

Leiluo could tell that the Behemoth's struggles were growing weaker and weaker. Perhaps in the next moment, he would have to say goodbye to this Behemoth.

At that very moment, the words Saxi had said while fighting him flashed through Leiluo's mind: "You only have half orc blood."

"That's right. I still have half Draenei blood. Draenei have such a high affinity for the Holy Light. If I can grasp the Holy Light now, I still have a chance. Saiyba is just a fragile mage." Thinking of this, Leiluo quickly focused his mind and tried to establish contact with the Holy Light.

But as time passed, the Behemoth's voice grew quieter and quieter, while Leiluo still could not make contact with the Holy Light.

"Why? Humans, Tauren, Blood Elves—even the Undead can use the Holy Light. Why can't I?" The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. After the initial joy of having thought of a method, all that remained for Leiluo now was despairing grief.

"Why is it like this? Without the Behemoth, how long will it take for the clan to grow strong? If I can't strengthen the clan as soon as possible, then when the Dark Portal comes, what can I use to save the orc race? I can't accept this!" Leiluo, gradually sinking into despair, roared wildly in his heart.