Orgrimmar Broadcast
"Don't panic, everyone. I'm currently in the broadcasting room of the Hall of Glory in Orgrimmar. If you'd like, you can come find me here, but I won't be going out for the time being." Zul'ra sat in the broadcasting room, imagining the scene of people on the street outside turning their heads to look for her.
"Also, please don't touch these loudspeakers, because my voice is transmitted to you through them. It's a technology called radio, which you can learn about from Shaman and Druid in different places later. Now, please listen to me."
The voices, like war cries, instantly shattered the previously tranquil and lively atmosphere. People stood up one after another, searching for the source of the sound, and eventually gathered at the head of the house or under the wooden pole, looking at the loudspeaker emitting the booming sound overhead, and listening carefully.
"Recently, some conflicts have arisen within the Horde. A religion called Twilight's Hammer has accused the Horde of suppressing faith, which I find extremely disturbing. Since the Warchief is not in Orgrimmar, this matter occurred while I was acting as acting governor. To ensure fairness and impartiality, I have decided to convene a debate."
"Originally, the debate was not planned to last three days; half a day would have been enough. However, due to the recent hard work and the progress of the Horde's industrialization, everyone has been very tired. In order to hold the debate, I decided to order all factories to close for three days, which is why we have tonight in Orgrimmar."
"Now, without further ado, let's get down to business. Next up will be a debate between the Twilight's Hammer's steward, the mysterious orc Alaraka, and the archdruid Hamuul Runetotem. First, let's invite the mysterious Alaraka." Sanra beckoned the somewhat timid, skinny orc to another microphone.
"Hello, Arak'ka." Zul'ra looked at the thin Orcs.
"Hello, Zul'ra Jin." Arak'ka glanced at the Kor'kron guards behind him wielding battle axes, then, with a pained expression, replied in a hoarse voice to the large microphone in front of him, following their previous plan.
"Can you tell us about Twilight's Hammer?" Following the script, Zul'ra started with a simple Q&A session to warm up the audience and let them know the true nature of Twilight's Hammer.
"We are followers of the Old Gods. The world was created by the Old God, but Old God were usurped through a conspiracy. The elements are constantly fighting in anger. One day, the Old God will return to this world and bring the Hour of Twilight. At that time, only the devout will be able to live out their remaining years after the Judgment Day."
"Okay, next, can you tell me what races of believers you recruit, how you recruit them, and whether they can leave?"
"We accept followers of all races. We believe that all races are the same before the Hour of Twilight, and only devout faith in the Old God can save us. As for how to recruit them, we will approach them when they are sad, depressed, irritable, or in a bad mood, and then win them over through conversation."
"We will tell them how dark and sinful the world is, and then pull them into our true order. Joining us means we absolutely do not allow anyone to leave. Those who leave will be executed by us, and their flesh and blood will be offered to the Old God, because it is sinful." Arak'ka said with a blank face. He felt extremely unlucky. Of all the believers, he had to be chosen as the scapegoat.
Has anyone ever left you?
"Yes, at the farm in Razor Hill, there was an Orcs named Harwood. He was recruited into the cult by Solano, but he withdrew out of fear. This angered Solano, who then led his men to kill Harwood, along with his wife and children."
Faced with Arak'ka's indifferent words, the people of Orgrimmar's streets and towns were immediately in an uproar. The incitement to proselytize and the prohibition against leaving, with death as the penalty for withdrawal, was something even the Bloodlust Orcs would not accept.
"Okay, thank you for the science lesson. Next, let's hear from Alaraka's opponent, Archdruid Hamuul Runetotem, about the Cult of Nature. Elder Hamuul, hello." Sanra waved, and Hamuul quickly walked to his microphone.
"Hello, hello, Zul'ra, Kim, and you all, may Earth Mother protect you, my friends." Hamuul Runetotem greeted the microphone, sounding a little awkward.
"Our Archdruid is a little uncomfortable with the microphone, please bear with him. Next, Hamuul Runetotem, please introduce the Church of Nature to us!" Zul'ra explained with a smile, guiding Hamuul Runetotem.
"First, I must clarify that we are not a religion; we are more like a doctrine. We call ourselves ' Druid,' a word that means 'balance' in Darnassian. We protect life and safeguard balance."
"..." Zul'ra looked at the talkative old ox and couldn't help but close her eyes. This guy was completely not following the script!
"... The moment we awoke from the Emerald Dream, we knew we were about to embark on a path that might be fraught with thorns..." Hamuul Runetotem, seeing Zul'ra's expression, suddenly remembered his lines and solemnly began to speak.
"We bear the honor of nature, listen to the blessings of the moonlight, and swear in the name of the forest that our fangs and claws will tear apart all obstacles. We hope that many years from now, I can still lean on the Tree of Life and enjoy eternal Tranquility."
Unlike Arak'ka's dry explanations, Hamuul Runetotem's words are solemn, each sentence spoken with the intonation of an oath. The phrase "the honor of nature" particularly captivated the Orcs, Shu'halo, and Trolls, making them curious about Druid.
"Elder Hamuul Runetotem, may I ask you, which believers does the Church of Nature accept?"
"It's inappropriate to describe us as believers. We respect life in nature, but we don't believe anyone can be above it. In other words, we don't worship gods, we only respect them. Anyone who yearns for nature can join us, regardless of race." Hamuul Runetotem, like Cairne Bloodhoof, was argumentative and frequently nitpicked Zul'ra's inappropriate wording.
"Alright! Elder Hamuul Runetotem, I've learned about Druid from you. Now, it's your turn, and Arak'ka's turn, to share your views on the world, life, and morality!" Zul'ra rolled her eyes at Hamuul Runetotem, who liked to improvise, and stepped aside, waving for Hamuul Runetotem to speak to Arak'ka.
"Mr. Arak'ka, could you tell me about your views on the world..." Hamuul Runetotem, seeing Zul'ra's gesture, spoke first to Arak'ka.