The Saberon are a native species of Draenor, very similar to the Worgen that would later appear in Azeroth. However, they are more agile and stronger than Worgen. The Saberon were once a powerful race, suppressing the Arakkoa Empire in the Spires of Arak. However, they were eventually defeated by the Arakkoa King Terokk.
The Saberon are a relatively tragic race on Draenor. Their social structure is similar to that of the Orcs, but their population is smaller, relegating them to a marginalized race.
And it's such a race that has a bleak future!
The Blacktooth Saberon before Galen didn't collude with Gul'dan, nor did they concoct any world-destroying conspiracies, yet they are constantly being beaten to death by outsiders.
Not only the Blacktooth Tribe of Farahlon, but the Saberon in other regions seem to be at odds with all creatures of Draenor. They offend the ancient creators in Gorgrond, capture and slaughter the Arakkoa in Spires of Arak, and stir up hatred everywhere in Talador, ultimately enraging the Ogres in Nagrand!
The elite Saberon Skinner Goldmane was imprisoned by the Orcs, the bodyguard Leora was pinned down by the Arakkoa, and Oshel of the Iron Docks was imprisoned by the Orcs.
What did they do wrong? They just want to survive!
Surrounded by dozens of Saberon, Galen's thoughts drifted. He had some ideas about these big cats. He had already taken in Kobolds and Gnolls, so would it be a problem to get some more furry big cats?
Galen looked down at the Saberon before him with disdain. Eighteen Saberon hunters of adept strength, eight Saberon warriors of master strength, and one Saberon berserker wearing an unknown beast skull mask.
Behind Galen, ten High-Rank Knights guarded Galen and Alleria in the outer circle. Actually, he wanted to say that the Saberon's strength wasn't even enough for him to go on a rampage!
Was this just a snack?
"Don't kill them!"
Galen never thought that one day he could say this so pretentiously.
The leading berserker of this Saberon group seemed to be provoked by the arrogant expression of the prey in front of him. He roared and pounced on Galen, and the other Saberon also swarmed up!
An ant trying to shake a tree!
Overestimating themselves!
The next moment, the Saberon were still in their pouncing posture, but in the next moment, all these Saberon fell to the ground!
So weak, that was Galen's first feeling. He hadn't even exerted any effort, and the leading Saberon berserker had already fallen.
This was not right. They seemed to be in a weakened state, their fur was dull and lusterless, like stray cats that were dizzy from hunger because they couldn't get food!
Dozens of Saberon groaned on the withered yellow grass, and then were dragged together by the High-Rank Knights and surrounded.
Galen lifted the Saberon berserker wearing the skull mask, and Galen realized that this Saberon was much slender than the other Saberon warriors. It was a female tiger.
At this time, she was clutching her stomach and curled up into a ball. Although Galen had shown mercy just now, he was not a soft-hearted person, and his attack was very heavy.
Casting an Arcane Intellect on himself and the female tiger, Galen then spoke: "Saberon of the Blacktooth Tribe? Is your current leader still Blacktooth?"
Blacktooth is the war leader of the Farahlon Saberon tribe. He just didn't know if this world was different from the world Galen knew.
The female tiger was stunned. She was obviously very familiar with the name Blacktooth. Galen noticed, then his information should be correct.
Galen pretended to be very familiar with the Saberon, took out a huge barbecued raptor leg from his backpack, and threw it to the female tiger: "We are not enemies of the Blacktooth Tribe. I am the envoy of the Bone Oracle Cold Eye, here to find your Chieftain Blacktooth!"
Since the information was correct, Galen was not polite. He lied without batting an eye. Whether you believe it or not, he believed it himself. Moreover, the name Cold Eye was not made up, he was indeed the Saberon leader of the Laughing Skull Clan in Nagrand.
Sure enough, after saying a familiar name again, the fierce light in the female tiger's eyes gradually disappeared, becoming softer, but the pain in her abdomen still made her grit her teeth.
However, actions spoke louder than words. Their side was obviously not a match for these little guys, and it was very likely that they were indeed envoys. It was better to take them back to the tribe and let her father decide. At that time, regardless of whether it was true or false, the entire tribe could swarm up and kill them for meat.
After making up her mind, the female tiger endured the severe pain and the aroma of the raptor leg, and led the way forward tremblingly. The Saberon behind her also supported each other and followed southward. Galen signaled Alleria and the others to follow.
Not to mention a Saberon tribe, Galen could go in and out of Hellfire Citadel seven times, provided that he was not surrounded by the Orc army.
The Farahlon Valley was originally similar to a tropical rainforest environment, but unfortunately it was too close to the Dark Portal. The Dark Portal had stood in this land for six years, and the fel energy had already seeped into this land, making it barren and the products scarce. If it was not stopped, this barrenness would gradually devour other parts of the continent.
Facing this erosion, the Blacktooth Tribe suffered the most severe disasters. In addition, there was a Hellfire Citadel in the center of Tanaan Jungle, and they were blocked by the Orcs, and they would be enslaved by the Orcs if they went out.
Therefore, their resources were scarce and there was not enough food, which led to their hunger and weakness. If Galen and the others had not come at this time, perhaps in another year or so, the Blacktooth Saberon tribe would have perished.
The Saberon of Farahlon discovered that the hunting team had returned, but not only were they empty-handed, but they also looked like miserable remnants, which aroused a large number of Saberon onlookers, including Saberon warriors, as well as the old, weak, sick, and disabled.
Their eyes were a little dull, and it was obvious that the long-term famine was tormenting them, and they were close to collapse.
Galen's arrival aroused the vigilance of some warriors. These Saberon warriors wore necklaces, belts, shoulder pads, wrist guards, and headscarves, and wore clothing that covered their lower bodies.
It seemed that the Saberon, who were good at melee combat, often wore simple clothes, and in many cases only wore a simple loincloth, using claws and dual knives to fight.
A tall Saberon ran over quickly from behind, and then nervously examined the female tiger who was injured by Galen, followed by a group of Saberon casters, who wore relatively gorgeous clothes, adorned with strange ornaments and feathers, and held staffs made from the lower jaw bones of some kind of creature.
Saberon shaman priests?
However, after Gul'dan isolated the elements of Draenor, this group of Saberon shamans seemed to have lost their ability to cast spells. They took out bottles and jars from their arms and poured them into the injured tribesmen, and fixed the broken hands and feet with wooden boards and ropes.
The female tiger whispered in her father Chieftain Blacktooth's ear, seemingly telling Blacktooth about Galen and their situation.
Chieftain Blacktooth waved his hand to disperse the Saberon warriors surrounding Galen and the others, and walked over himself. This more than two-meter-tall tiger body was comparable to that of an Orc.
"Honorable guest, how can you prove that you are the envoy of the Laughing Skull Clan's prophet!"
These words and the tone of Blacktooth's speech led Galen to speculate that the prophet of the Howling Claw tribe, whom he had chosen at random, seemed to hold some prestige among the entire tiger-man tribe.
That made sense; anyone who dared to call himself a prophet probably had some ability to foresee the future, relying on this ability to lead the tribe to avoid disasters and become their savior, which would naturally earn them some respect.
Velen and Medivh also bore the title of prophet and were highly respected figures in their respective races. Galen suddenly realized that when he met this tiger-man prophet in the future, it would be difficult to make up lies.
But it didn't matter. The boat would naturally straighten when it reached the bridge. He would definitely come up with new lies to cover it up by then.
"The prophet told me that as long as I successfully challenge three tiger-man warriors in your Blacktooth Arena, I will naturally gain your trust!"
This was a challenge ritual unique to the Blacktooth tribe. The Blacktooth chieftain had become chieftain through this trial. Only forces closely related to their tribe knew about this ritual. At this time, Blacktooth already believed half of Galen's words.
"I won't take advantage of you either."
Galen waved his hand, and a large amount of food appeared on the nearby open space—meat, a large amount of meat. This was some emergency supplies Galen had prepared for himself, and now he was taking it out to improve the tiger-men's favorability.
The light in the surrounding tiger-men's eyes turned a dark green, indicating they were so hungry that they were about to lose control of their inner beast instincts.
"Calm!"
Blacktooth roared, restoring his people to reason. As expected of someone who had won the chieftain's position by fighting in the arena, he at least ensured that the chieftain was the strongest in the tribe and could suppress everyone with his prestige.
"Shaman!"
The tiger-man wearing a leather kilt stepped forward and began to check the safety of the food to ensure Galen had not tampered with it.
The tiger-man shaman carefully examined the meat, using his few effective spells to check for toxins. An older tiger-man even cut off a small piece with a small dagger and chewed it in his mouth!
Galen was also quite patient, letting these big cats fuss. If you want a big harvest, a little patience is necessary.
Haste makes waste, right?
After more than half an hour, the older tiger-man shaman who had tasted the food showed no adverse reactions, and Blacktooth finally put his heart at ease.
The thing all creatures fear most is a glimmer of hope in despair. The Blacktooth tribe's big cats were already extremely hungry. Each hunting party returned with fewer and fewer gains, and they had finished their last reserves of food not long ago. Some tribesmen had already begun to gnaw on dry vines and leaves.
Blacktooth could feel that if there was no more food soon, it wouldn't be long before the tribesmen started killing each other.
Moreover, even if this batch of meat was covered in deadly poison, many tribesmen would probably choose to eat it!
"Respected envoy! I wonder what important matter brings you from the distant Nagrand plains to the Tanaan Jungle?" Blacktooth asked Galen respectfully while ordering the shamans to distribute the meat.
"What? Don't you need to wait until the three warriors are full, rested, and I have passed the arena's test to prove my identity?" Galen looked at Chieftain Blacktooth with a smile that was not quite a smile.
The corner of Chieftain Blacktooth's tiger face twitched. This little guy, standing there, although he didn't have a powerful aura, his entire presence seemed to be one with the world. As tiger-men, their intuition was much more sensitive than that of the orcs. The first time Blacktooth saw Galen, he knew that the creature before him was not someone the small Blacktooth tribe could afford to provoke.
Also, that female pink-skinned long-eared creature had an especially prominent aura of wind spirits. To still have the favor of the wind spirits in a world where the elements were silent meant she was at least not an evil person.
Finally, there were the fully armed guards, each with the battle power of a Blacktooth berserker!
With power strong enough to destroy the entire tribe, and they even provided a large amount of food to solve the Blacktooth tribe's crisis, he should at least be polite.
"You jest. We have already confirmed that you are the prophet's envoy. What are your instructions?" Chieftain Blacktooth said with a smile.
How could a chieftain who rose to power through force be so smooth? Was he a man of both literary and martial talents, defying the heavens? Should the protagonist give you the role?
"Do you know that this world is on the verge of destruction?"
"..." The tiger-man chieftain was stunned. Such a high-level topic right off the bat? I'm just the chieftain of a race on the edge of Draenor, and a warrior at that!
"Envoy, all I know is that our shamans suddenly can't communicate with the spirit of the elements and the spirits of our ancestors. The raptors and other beast packs around us are also nearing extinction, and the trees are withering!" As Blacktooth spoke, he felt that Galen was right. The life force of this world was indeed fading and heading towards destruction!
"Envoy, is there any way?"
"First, a mass migration, leave this world. That's what the orcs did. You've also discovered the huge Dark Portal they built in the northwest, right?"
Blacktooth nodded. How could he not know about such a big change happening right next to him?
"That's a passage to another vibrant world. The orc army went over, but they failed and were driven back in a sorry state. The Blackrock clan, the Warsong clan, the Thunderlord clan, the Burning Blade clan, and countless other orc clans, large and small, were all wiped out!"
Galen exaggerated wildly. Anyway, the gate was blown up by the Black Dragon King, so he could say whatever he wanted. Look, haven't those clans not returned? If they haven't returned, then they must have been wiped out!
If there were one or two million orcs in all of Draenor, then all the tiger-men combined would amount to at most a little over one hundred thousand. Chieftain Blacktooth had originally thought that if the sky fell, there would be taller people to hold it up, but now that the taller people couldn't hold it up either, what were the tiger-men to do?
"Then what are those giant creatures with black wings that suddenly appeared a few days ago?" The Blacktooth tribe had not stopped exploring the outside world, and their reconnaissance had detected the appearance of the black dragons.
"Those are black dragons, from a world invaded by the orcs," Galen said calmly, without any emotion.
"They destroyed half of the orc fortress! It seems that world is indeed very strong!" Blacktooth exclaimed!
"There are five other such creatures in that world: red, blue, green, and bronze and golden" Galen said as if casually stating a fact.
"Envoy, why do you know so much about that world? Did the Howling Claw prophet foresee this?" Blacktooth's legs were a little weak. No matter how high his martial prowess was, he couldn't withstand the destruction of the world!
"Heh heh, prophet? Just a little tiger. I came from the other side of the gate. The orc army, we defeated them. The black dragon legion, mine!"
Well, mine sooner or later after some lightforging.
Galen stopped pretending and revealed his hand!
Galen discovered that a few threats were enough to make the Blacktooth tribe tremble, including their chieftain and a group of former shamans.
It's not entirely their fault, as they are, in name, the tiger-men clan, a race that appeared briefly in Draenor's history, enjoying a fleeting period of strength. Their greatest achievement was when the tiger-men of Arakkoa Peaks hunted the once-powerful arakkoa as prey, only to be driven out by Terokk and his crippled arakkoa empire.
Aside from that, the tiger-men are neither descendants of the titans nor numerous enough, leaving them marginalized like the gnolls and quillboar of Azeroth.
Galen saw that they were losing their composure, which was unexpected. He had come to expect that the various races of Azeroth possessed their own pride and would rather die than yield. It's not surprising that the tiger-men were intimidated.
The tiger-men, whose ancestors had never been powerful, lacked a broad perspective and failed to see the world. They were quickly frightened by Galen's doomsday scenario. If even the mighty orcs had been defeated in the survival war, what hope did the tiger-men have?
Seeing their reaction, Galen decided to drop the pretense and lay his cards on the table.
"Aren't you curious about what race we are?"
"We are not natives of Draenor at all. We come from the world that the orcs invaded, and we not only defeated the orcs but also launched a counterattack into your world!"
"Are you afraid yet?"
"Ah, Special Envoy, you jest!"
Blacktooth's expression changed, becoming somewhat pale. He could only pretend he hadn't heard those words. Since these people had come with goodwill and shared food with the tiger-men, they must not harbor any hostility towards them.
"I wonder, Special Envoy, you mentioned the first path. Is there perhaps a second path we can take?"
As the saying goes, a wise man submits to circumstances. Blacktooth decided to be that wise man. The worst-case scenario was that the Blacktooth tiger-men would become slaves. But what did that matter?
In Draenor, the gronn enslaved the ogres, the ogres enslaved the ogre-magi, and the ogre-magi enslaved the orcs. And now, what had become of the orcs? They had become the most powerful race in Draenor.
In Draenor, where the strong are respected, submission to the stronger is tradition. As long as you are strong, you are the one who is respected. Blacktooth quickly understood this.
"The second path?"
Galen realized that Blacktooth was very perceptive; he already understood what Galen wanted to do.
"The second path is to prevent the destruction of Draenor, so you won't have to migrate to another world."
This was Galen's true goal.
Draenor's size was not large enough. The total life of the entire world was not even as much as the Eastern Kingdoms of Azeroth, and Azeroth, equivalent to the Eastern Kingdoms, also has Kalimdor, Northrend, and Pandaria!
Even so, it was a world that surprised the titan Aggramar and was worth developing by Galen!
As long as Ner'zhul was stopped from opening dozens of portals in Draenor, blowing the entire planet into pieces, Galen was confident that he could govern Draenor well.
Draenor's decline was due to Gul'dan and the Shadow Council's fel magic, which caused Draenor's land to become corrupted and unable to grow plants. Everything seemed lifeless. As long as the warlocks were cleaned up, and then the Kil'jaeden's Throne in Tanaan Jungle and the Hand of Gul'dan in Shadowmoon Valley, two large sources of pollution, were purified, the fel would be prevented from further corroding the land of Draenor.
Subsequently, what Galen had to do was repeat the project of governing the Northern Barrens in Draenor. Diluted Spring of Life would be used to plant trees and forests, and farms would cover the barren land. Soon, Draenor would be able to recover its vitality.
At that time, the concern would not be Draenor being corrupted by fel, but the difficult-to-eradicate spores reviving, which was a problem that even Aggramar could not solve.
That was a story for later. Now, Galen's business in Draenor had just begun. He needed to trick the first batch of henchmen first.
"Our world can be restored?"
One's own world is always the best, even if they have invaded someone else's world, they can only be considered invaders.
"I can prove it to you!"
Galen took out two totem poles from his arms. These were originally prepared for Go'el, two elemental spirits. This time, he accidentally came to Draenor, so the gift could not be given. It was better to take them out and use them first.
Galen also remembered one thing: the titan Aggramar created the geneasaurs, and the elements of Draenor were born from the body of the geneasaurs. The orcs were also a degenerate form of geneasaurs.
In the original timeline, Go'el, named Thrall, could beat Galen at the Elemental Throne because the elements of Draenor were more compatible with the orcs. Thrall, the shaman, benefited from this. Then, the four elements of Draenor were more suitable for Go'el to use.
Well, let's set a small goal first: within five years, collect the four elements of Draenor—Ignis the Flamebinder, Hydromancer Eubryius, Gordawg, and Cyrukh the Windchaser—and give them to Go'el.
Two totem poles landed, and two huge elemental creatures of the late legendary rank appeared in front of the tiger-men: Baron Geddon, the fire elemental lord, and Garr, the earthen!
Draenor's size and potential were not great enough. Even the legendary-level elements of Azeroth could bring great pressure to the shamans here.
Moreover, Galen guessed that although the four Elemental Furies in the Elemental Throne were of demigod strength in Draenor, the four of them together could not defeat any of the elemental lords of Azeroth. Even Al'Akir the Windlord, the weakest, could easily beat the four Elemental Furies of Draenor.
The elemental spirits of Draenor tried again and again, but they still could not escape being sealed by Gul'dan. This time, Galen was even more ruthless, directly preparing to cut off the fuel from under the cauldron, so that they could not rebel.
The six-meter-tall fire and earth elements were three times the size of the tiger-men. The most important thing was that this aura made the faces of the tiger-man shamans behind Blacktooth change, and then they knelt down!
Since Gul'dan used the curse to seal the four elements of Draenor, the shamans had not felt the fluctuation of the elemental spirits for a long time.
"The elemental spirits have returned!"
"I feel the scorching fire spirit and the heavy earth spirit!"
"Ancestors be praised! The Blacktooth tribe is saved!"
These two elements can save them?
Galen activated the cheat, transformed, and a blue water element taller and bigger than Gahr and Baron Geddon appeared in front of the Blacktooth tiger-men.
The demigod-level Duke Hydraxis!
At this moment, the water flow of Draenor produced a slight turbulence. In the southwestern region of Shadowmoon Valley, thousands of miles away from Tanaan Jungle, an old orc suddenly turned around, his eyes fixed on the north!
The elemental spirits have revived?
"Shadana! Immediately send out scouts, I need to know everything that has happened in Tanaan Jungle recently!"
A light drizzle began to fall over Farahlon, which soon intensified into a downpour.
This rain was summoned by Galen using the abilities of Hydross the Unbound, and it nourished the long-parched lands of Farahlon.
"To save Draenor, we must unite all living beings! My divine name is Lord of the Holy Spirit, and Fire, Earth, Wind, and Water are the Four Holy Emissaries under my command. Your shamans can establish elemental pacts with them, allowing you to regain your former power!"
Inside Chieftain Blacktooth's cave, the Blacktooth tribe, led by their chieftain, knelt before Galen. His ability to summon rain had already subdued the entire saberon tribe. Now, with the appearance of the Four Holy Emissaries, Galen couldn't help but feel like he was becoming more and more of a charlatan.
He dreaded the day his followers might shout, "May the Lord of the Holy Spirit enjoy eternal blessings and boundless longevity!"
If that happened, he would definitely behead Flintlock's dog as a sacrificial offering!
"Send out your emissaries to bring the new elemental pact to the saberon tribes of Gorgrond, Nagrand, Talador, and the Spires of Arak. Tell them that only those who believe in the Lord of the Holy Spirit are worthy of receiving the aid of the elemental spirits!"
That's right, signing this elemental pact means you're my people now. I will… uh, protect your Laughing Skull saberon clans.
Chieftain Blacktooth readily agreed and immediately arranged for the tribe's shamans to gather and sign the elemental pact with Garr and Baron Geddon. From now on, the saberon shamans would once again be able to wield the power of the elements, giving them the strength to resist the orcish sieges.
Galen wandered through the Blacktooth saberon village in Farahlon. Judging by their fur, these Blacktooth saberon seemed to be black tigers, unlike the more common spotted tigers Galen was used to.
The entire Blacktooth tribe numbered over ten thousand saberon. Aside from the elderly who were too frail to move and the underage cubs, they could field a fighting force of six to seven thousand, thanks to their physical prowess – both males and females were soldiers.
"Little tiger, what's your name?"
Galen asked, looking around as he spoke to the tigress beside him. He already knew she was Chieftain Blacktooth's daughter.
"Blackclaw!"
Whether it was because the tigress still resented Galen for subduing her so forcefully or because she wasn't very social, her tone was distant.
"Blackclaw? How could your father give his daughter such a name? Let me change it for you."
"How about Nala? This name comes from a powerful woman. I hope you can be as strong as her."
"Thank you, Holy Lord!" The tigress, Nala, sounded much more amiable, no longer as aloof as before.
Why did I have to use the cult established by the trolls? Lord of the Holy Spirit? I'm going numb!