Sentencing Twilight's Hammer

The next day at noon, under the not-too-intense sun of Orgrimmar, people gathered early at the eaves or under the loudspeakers on wooden poles. This was partly due to the novelty of the loudspeakers, and partly because they felt a sense of mission to directly participate in major Horde events. They wanted to know how the Horde would deal with the Twilight's Hammer!

Time passed slowly, and as the sun reached its zenith, the temperature in Orgrimmar became unbearable even for the naturally furry Shu'halo, and the Orcs were starting to grow impatient. Then, the buzzing sound from the loudspeaker above their heads caught their attention.

"Hello everyone, this is Orgrimmar Radio Station. Sorry to keep you waiting. I'm Zul'ra Jin, the Horde's Minister of Industry, bringing you the latest news. ≋6≋9≋s≋h≋u≋x≋.≋c≋o≋m≋" After a series of crackling static, Zul'ra's voice came through the loudspeaker again.

"According to the current investigation, the Horde has completed its review of Twilight's Hammer. In recent years, Twilight's Hammer has developed more than 20,000 followers of various races, including more than 200 fanatics and devout believers. They have amassed 60 tons of grain, 480,000 gold coins, and countless weapons, armor, Lok..."

Faced with a series of numbers broadcast over the loudspeaker, the Horde listeners stared wide-eyed. They didn't know what so much food and money meant, but they knew one thing for sure: this wealth couldn't possibly have come from working and farming. These Twilight Dogs were incredibly rich!

"Twilight's Hammer is currently involved in forty-six murders, resulting in the deaths of over one hundred people from various races, including thirty-seven children and twenty-one women." The chilling numbers made everyone breathe heavily. To Shu'halo, Orcs orcs, and the Trolls, dead people were no big deal, but the deaths of women and children were a different story.

"In conclusion, the Horde has decided to define Twilight's Hammer as a cult, arrest and educate its followers, confiscate its illegally acquired wealth, and publicly execute those cultists and fanatics who have blood on their hands and remain unrepentant. They will pay for their sins with their blood and die without honor."

Long live the Horde!

"Zul'ra Jin!"

"Warchief!" The utterly dishonorable death instantly thrilled the crowd, and cheers erupted throughout Orgrimmar. A series of wealth and life counts had already nailed Twilight's Hammer to the pillar of shame. Those Twilight dogs deserved to die for illegally amassing so much wealth and preying on children and women. They were bastard cultists who deserved to die.

"The verdict of Twilight's Hammer is now concluded. Next, I have a few things to discuss with you all." The voice from the loudspeaker suppressed the crowd's initial excitement and anticipation of cheers.

"Although the Twilight's Hammer has been declared dead, this cult will not end. The rise of this cult was not accidental. These days, the constant labor assignments and increased workload have left everyone exhausted. Exhaustion weakens people, both mentally and physically, which is why the cult took advantage of this vulnerability. I want to apologize to everyone here."

The voice on the radio made everyone lower their heads. These days had indeed been very difficult for them, but compared to their previous life of homelessness and destitution, it was not unacceptable. However, the sudden apology made them all raise their heads again.

"Your workload has increased, and this is a decision I made. You are required to build roads, fortresses, operate machines to forge metal, and manufacture food and supplies in workshops. These are all my decisions. I apologize to everyone and explain that everything you are doing is for the Horde and for yourselves."

"The food, weapons, and clothing you grow and produce are provided to the brave Warrior fighting against the Scourge on the front lines, and to many people. The fortresses you build protect everyone, and the roads you construct allow you to walk smoothly. Your labor has created the life we have today. I not only apologize, but I also thank you."

"People of the Horde, you have created the Horde's prosperity through your labor, and the Horde will be proud of you. I apologize to you and thank you, but at the same time, I must make a request on behalf of the Horde, because we cannot be satisfied with our current life. We will create a higher and better life, and our world is facing all kinds of crises."

As the broadcast played, the people of Orgrimmar had all sorts of thoughts, but these thoughts gradually faded away, replaced by a deep sense of pride and honor. At that moment, they felt that they were participating in the building of the Horde, that they were important members of the Horde, and that all the hard work and fatigue were worthwhile, all for the sake of the Horde.

"The Burning Legion, the Twilight Cult, everything... there's so much to it. Our world may be on the verge of collapse, but the Horde will not stand idly by. This is the most dangerous time, but also a turning point in history. This is a glorious moment. Even if we die, we have fought, we have participated."

People's breathing gradually became heavy. The turning point of the era, the glorious moment, the glorious death—these words stirred their hearts and made them feel the immense power within them.

"While I hope everyone works hard, I also hope everyone takes good care of themselves, because the Horde needs the strength of each and every one of you, your eyes and ears, your hands, your wisdom and courage. Every life will die, but we can choose how we die, to die like a giant."

"Finally, let us celebrate this afternoon with cheers, celebrate our holiday, for the Horde!" The voice, suddenly rising three octaves, silenced the entire city of Orgrimmar, then erupted like a volcano, as if boiling water.

"For the Horde."

"Long live Zul'ra Jin!" The thunderous voice soared into the sky, causing Zul'ra, Cairne Bloodhoof, and the others in the broadcasting room of the Hall of Glory to tremble.

"Brilliant, absolutely brilliant, Zul'ra! Your speech brought tears to my eyes. It made me feel that the time has come to dedicate myself to Earth Mother." Hamuul Runetotem, watching the Kor'kron Guard pull the power switch, couldn't wait to rush forward and hug Zul'ra as she walked out of the broadcasting room.

"We are always preparing for our glorious moment." Zul'ra hugged Hamuul Runetotem. These old bulls, like the Orcs, were always sentimental and easily swayed.

Cheers echoed through the city of Orgrimmar. The sounds were passionate, but they didn't last long, because everyone once again clearly felt their mission: to return to their posts and Consecration to building the Horde's prosperity—all for the Horde.