Auchindoun, in Draenei, means: City of the Dead.
It was once a sacred Draenei cemetery where deceased Draenei were buried, and Durool was enshrined at the very bottom of Auchindoun.
After Shattrath was captured, the Shadow Council occupied Auchindoun, and Gul'dan secretly searched for Draenei relics here, only to accidentally summon an ancient and powerful elemental from one of the relics.
This elemental rejoiced in its newfound freedom, resulting in a massive explosion.
The shockwave tore apart the grand Auchindoun, and countless tunnels containing the corpses of Draenei were blasted into chaos, eventually dividing into four main regions: east, south, west, and north.
Not only Auchindoun Temple, but also half of the surrounding Terokkar Forest was turned into ruins, and a large number of Draenei corpses were scattered on the earth, evolving into the Bone Wastes of today.
Although the Orcs were brave, they were also afraid of some strange events and things that could not be overcome by force, especially after the disappearance of the Shaman class, who could communicate with the souls of their ancestors.
The Bone Wastes became a forbidden place that no one dared to go to.
I wonder if the Ethereals and Arakkoa are now coveting the secrets here and secretly occupying Auchindoun.
Galen and the others entered the Bone Wastes soon after leaving Nagrand.
The gray land of the wasteland was covered with scattered bone fragments, and Auchindoun was in the center of the wasteland, a ruin, looking short, ugly, and broken, its dome jutting out like a dislodged tooth.
Kuur's light began to intensify, seemingly transcending the Draenei spirits around him, until they arrived at the destroyed gate.
Beyond the gate was the remaining maze.
To be honest, some of Galen's memories were too distant, and some details were already blurred.
He couldn't remember which area was west of Auchindoun.
Auchindoun's underground area was much more elaborate than the outside.
In fact, the above-ground part was only the Draenei residence that guarded the sacred site, and only the underground was the true core area of Auchindoun.
It was this kind of terrain that Galen hated the most, a stinky and long underground tunnel.
There were many niches on the walls of the tunnel, and the white things inside hinted at their identity: Draenei corpses.
I don't know how long they walked, opening one door after another, and entering completely new passages.
Just when Galen was bored, he finally found something interesting behind a door.
"Come out, friend, I know you're there!"
This was a small trick that Ku're taught Galen, the Language of Souls, a small trick that Naru possessed, which could use the power of the Holy Light to communicate with souls.
Where the language doesn't work, just click there, and you don't have to worry about not being able to brush up your arcane intelligence.
Very similar to the Broken under Galen's command, but very different.
The Broken looked like a group of short beggars, while this creature looked strong and noble.
A row of ridge-like armor plates covered the man's high forehead, reaching directly to the brow.
Thick tentacles hung down from his jaw, with a small tuft of beard on each side.
Silver hair hung behind his head.
One hand held an elaborate long staff, wearing a gorgeous brocade robe.
This robe was now very old, and a pair of split toes were exposed under the robe.
There was a tail wagging behind his body.
This was the first time Galen had seen a real Draenei, tall and broad-shouldered, with pale blue skin shimmering in the dim light.
This Draenei's appearance was somewhat similar to an elf, perhaps because both races were very attuned to energy, but they were more robust, not as frail as high elves looked.
To be honest, Galen had always felt that Kael'thas was not masculine enough, and was as elegant as a sissy.
"You? Are you warriors of the Holy Light?"
Galen and the others had been using the Holy Light to illuminate the way.
This Draenei was dressed like a priest and must have felt the power of the Holy Light before choosing to come over to check.
"I'm sorry for coming uninvited, we brought your savior."
After Galen finished speaking, he signaled the paladins under his command to open a passage, and Kuur floated over from behind.
"Holy Light be praised! It's a Naru, the Holy Light has not abandoned us!"
This Draenei prostrated himself at Ku're's feet, already in tears, these were tears of hope.
"My child, I am Ku're, tell me how many of you are left? Who is in charge here now?"
A beautiful language of souls, like the sound of nature.
Galen was a little unhappy.
Why did everyone release the Soul Whisper with the power of the Holy Light, but mine didn't sound as good as Ku're's just now?
Isn't Ku're this guy supposed to be a selfless Naru?
Is he lying, and also secretly hiding a lot of soul whisper skills?
"Lord Ku're?"
This time it was the Draenei's turn to be surprised.
"Didn't you fall hundreds of years ago? On the spaceship?"
"The Holy Light warrior from another world saved me from my dissipating power, and I am back."
After Ku're finished speaking, the golden light on his body flashed again, proving that he was real with the power of the Holy Light.
Galen also followed suit and stimulated his own Holy Light power, the Grand Marshal suit shining with golden light, blinding everyone.
The paladins in the tunnel also stimulated the power of the Holy Light, and the originally dim tunnel was illuminated into gold.
"Please forgive my rudeness, Lord Ku're, it's just that we have lost too much in the past ten years!"
The Draenei choked with sobs.
"My name is Nimran, I was once a guardian of Auchindoun, belonging to the Auchenai.
Some of us survived the Horde's attack and eked out a living in the tunnels.
Later, many more of our people escaped and joined us to avoid the Horde's sudden attacks, but the later explosion killed many people and some disappeared.
The remaining people, led by Archbishop Malaadar, are fighting against the orcs!"
A lot of information, Archbishop Malaadar, one of the five archbishops of the Draenei, each archbishop representing a class in the Draenei.
Prophet Velen had been recuperating for hundreds of years after the spaceship crashed, and while Velen was in meditation, the Council of Archbishops, composed of the five archbishops, led the noble Draenei.
The remaining four archbishops are the commander of the garrison, Archbishop Akama, the archbishop of the mages, Archbishop O'saal, the governor of Shattrath, and the ranger archbishop Nari and the engineer archbishop Hataaru.
And Malaadar is the leader of the Auchenai, able to communicate with the Draenei spirits and has the identity of a speaker for the dead.
I just don't know if Malaadar has fallen at this time?
Maybe this archbishop can still be rescued?
Galen felt sympathy for the Draenei race. They were originally doing well in Argus, with their technological prowess and magical skills advancing in tandem, having already entered the interstellar era.
Most importantly, their planet also nurtured a Titan soul, and the soul favored the Eredar, bestowing upon them powerful blessings, granting them near-eternal life.
If Galen had been among the Eredar's three leaders, he would have been soaring, colonizing surrounding planets.
Their misfortune lay in their war potential being targeted by the Dark Titan Sargeras.
He would help if he could, as Malaadar had proven his loyalty at times, and Velen was also a demigod-level powerhouse; having more friends meant more paths.
Furthermore, Nimlran had mentioned the presence of Orcs in Auchindoun. Perhaps Maraad became insane and desecrated his people's corpses and souls using necromancy to gain enough troops to defend Auchindoun because his people were unable to resist the Orcs and the subsequent Arakkoa and Ethereal invasions?
The more Galen thought about it, the more plausible the guess seemed.
"Take us to see High Priest Malaadar. Tell him K'ure has brought holy light warriors from another world. We have also suffered the Burning Legion's invasion; we are natural allies."
Galen wanted to directly find the person in charge. Malaadar knew best where the deceased Naaru O'dre located. He wanted to finish things quickly and leave, as the environment here was too oppressive for his liking.
The Draenei named Nimran began to lead the way, winding through the maze for a long time, chanting spells to open many secret doors. If Galen and his main force had to find their own way, they probably wouldn't have found the correct path in two days.
Malaadar was a tall Draenei priest, and also a shadow priest, possessing the ability to communicate with the dead. He was also the most unknown of the Draenei's five high priests, as his duty was to guard Auchindoun and comfort the Draenei heroic souls.
However, even though his primary profession was a priest, Malaadar still wore a set of Draenei-style armor, and his weapon was a magical long blade instead of a priest's staff.
"By the Holy Light! It really is High Exarch K'ure! This is simply a miracle of the Holy Light!"
Malaadar was appointed as high priest not only because of his strength but also because he was a veteran who had followed Velen all the way from Argus to Draenor. Naturally, he was familiar with the Naaru who had accompanied and helped them along the way, especially since the Draenei souls in the Auchenai Crypts had begun to become active, and the Naaru's soul had sensed the arrival of its brethren.
The Draenei had long discovered the truth of the unity of light and darkness, so they were divided into the Aldor priests, who mainly believed in the Holy Light, and the Auchenai, soul priests who used shadow power to communicate with heroic spirits.
A gentle and beautiful sound echoed in Galen's ears. It was two naaru, one light and one dark, communicating soul to soul.
Naaru would transform into dark naaru form when their holy light energy was exhausted, which was equivalent to being inflicted with a negative status, becoming half-dead. Once the soul was completely eroded by dark power and unable to persist, the dark naaru would eventually transform into the most dark and evil creature: the Entropic Void.
Galen had learned about the Naaru species only after communicating with K'ure all the way. To give an example: a holy light Naaru was like a full-health character in a game. Once its energy was exhausted, it would become knocked down, turning from light to darkness. At this time, if external force provided it with holy light power, it could stand up again and become golden and radiant. If it turned into a dark Naaru state and no one saved it, then it would be completely swallowed by darkness over time.
After becoming an Entropic Void, it was completely hopeless.
The previous K'ure and the current O'dre were in this knocked-down state and could still be rescued. However, the one in Shadowmoon Valley, K'ara, had been completely corrupted by Ner'zhul and Gul'dan and could not be saved.
However, to be fair, the holy light energy required to transform a dark naaru back into a holy light naaru was enormous. In the parallel world of Draenor, Ner'zhul corrupted K'ara and turned it into a dark naaru, and Velen sacrificed himself to purify the naaru.
Think about Velen, he was a demigod-level priest!
Even Galen, with his cheat-like abilities, had to pay 500,000 units of gold energy, plus the holy light reserves in his body and those of 300 high-ranking holy knights, which showed how difficult the reversal was.
Watching the two naaru exchange information, Galen turned to the Draenei in front of him and said, "High Priest Malaadar, please tell us how many enemies there are in Auchindoun. High Exarch K'ure means to restore Auchindoun first, and then recover Shattrath!"
Malaadar carefully examined Galen and the holy knights he had brought. He felt that the holy light power on Galen's body was so vast that even the strongest guard, High General Akama, could not compare, and those holy knights were all no weaker than high-ranking guards!
The revival of K'ure made Malaadar feel that the future destiny of the Draenei was full of light, so after weighing the pros and cons, he decided to cooperate with the young man who had come with K'ure.
"Auchindoun was able to summon heroic spirits to fight because of its special circumstances, and it escaped the powerful offensive of the Orcish Horde, but it could not escape the invasion of the Shadow Council led by Gul'dan. After the Great Explosion destroyed the upper layers of Auchindoun, Gul'dan's capable subordinates, Vorpil and the ogre Bru'kan, as well as some Shadow Council elites, also suffered heavy losses, but some survived by hiding in the tunnels below."
Speaking of the Shadow Council, the high priest's cheeks puffed up, as if he was gnashing his teeth.
"They launched sneak attacks, causing our people to lose many, but we lack the strength to eliminate them, so we can only stalemate!"
"Warlocks of the Shadow Council?" Galen muttered to himself, seemingly Gul'dan's right-hand men.
"We have cleared the Shadow Council that invaded our world, and Gul'dan has been killed by me." To give Malaadar more confidence in his strength, Galen took out Gul'dan's skull.
As soon as Gul'dan's skull appeared, the atmosphere in the entire hall became much gloomier.
"It really is Gul'dan's aura!" Malaadar's expression was solemn. The only Draenei who could kill Gul'dan was Prophet Velen!
"Respected warrior, thank you for your help from afar. I will gather all the combat power of our people to assist you in clearing Auchindoun!"
Galen was wondering if he should grow a beard. His young and handsome face couldn't highlight his strength. If he didn't take out Gul'dan's skull, people wouldn't recognize him.
Galen displayed his sincerity and strength, and then Maladaar showed Galen a trick or two.
Archbishop Maladaar took out a staff from an unknown location. He stood up straight and raised the staff high, and a purple light appeared on the staff. The purple light projected towards the wide hall above, and the ceiling shone brightly. Then a large number of light spots were awakened, shining as a response, brighter and brighter.
Their colors changed from violet to blue, then to green, then to gold, and then they landed, gradually stretching out, slowly taking shape, and becoming clearer and clearer.
Eventually, each light spot turned into a huge figure, obviously Draenei, with strong bodies, wearing gorgeous purple plate armor, with huge warhammers across their shoulders, and long cloaks trailing behind them.
A Draenei spirit force of five hundred men filled the entire hall, their translucent bodies appearing extremely strange.
Seriously, if Galen's own Altar of Kings couldn't do this, he would probably be scared to death at this moment.
At this time, he finally understood why the Draenei south of Shattrath were fleeing to Auchindoun, because the orc warriors were also afraid of the weirdness of Auchindoun. It is said that Kilrogg, this veteran orc powerhouse, was a little afraid of Auchindoun. It is estimated that except for the warlocks of the Shadow Council, no other orcs would be willing to come to this Bone Wastes.
"Holy Light Warrior from another world, we have been watching you. I can feel the peace and perseverance in your heart. You are a powerful Holy Light warrior." The leading spirit guard said, but his expression did not move, obviously some kind of soul technique. "Thank you for your help to the Draenei. I am Boristran, once known by my people as the Dazzling Light. I look forward to fighting alongside you!"
Galen carefully looked at this spirit named Boristran again. His eyes were pure gold, and there was a golden mark shining on his forehead, indicating that he must have been an extremely powerful Draenei guard before his death.
"Archbishop, please send someone as our guide. Today, we will let the orcs bleed like rivers and avenge your people!" Galen drew out the Brotherhood Sword, and the Holy Light flowed on the sword.
Maladaar drew out his blue long sword from his waist and said to Galen: "How can I be missing when it comes to eliminating orcs? I am the guide, no one knows the underground maze of Auchindoun better than me!"
"Nimran, you stay in the crypt to appease the people. I will take Galen and them and be back soon!"
After saying that, the Archbishop strode out of the hall, with Boristran and the spirit army closely following behind.
Galen turned to Alleria and said, "Alleria, the tunnel is narrow, which is not conducive to your performance. You take the Royal Guard here to help guard, and we will be back soon."
Alleria nodded, without trying to be brave.
Galen waved his hand, urging the power of the Holy Light, and rushed out with six hundred paladins.
In front was the eerie blue light emanating from the spirits, and behind was the solemn and righteous golden Holy Light. Two opposing forces traveled through the tunnel.
Galen suddenly discovered that it seems that races favored by heaven and earth are more likely to become ghosts after death, such as the Draenei in front of him, and the night elves of Azeroth. There are night elf ghosts everywhere. On the Darkshore, the Broken Isles, you can dig up a few night elf ghosts by digging a grave.
In Azeroth, digging graves and robbing tombs, you can be scared to death if you lack black donkey hooves and tomb-raiding talismans.
Maladaar, who was at the very front, stopped. There was a faint firelight at the corner. He signaled that the orc-occupied tunnel was behind.
Galen guessed that the area in front should be the Shadow Labyrinth of later generations.
Galen signaled to the Archbishop that his people were ready for battle, and then the two groups rushed in. They saw many orcs living at the entrance of the hall, some lying lazily on the ground to rest, and some playing gambling games. Galen and the others' intrusion interrupted them.
The orcs looked at the intruders in surprise, and hurriedly got up to grab their weapons and prepare to fight back. Unfortunately, one step late, every step late, they no longer had a chance. Galen raised his knife and fell, beheading an orc who wanted to warn, and Maladaar also pierced an orc's throat with a sword.
The troops behind directly poured in and fought with the remaining orcs.
Wherever the golden Boristran went, the orcs were terrified. Sure enough, not every intelligent creature can rationally face the soul of the dead.
"Archbishop, split up to clear this area. If you encounter trouble, crush this scroll!" Galen threw a return scroll to Malaadar, and then led the paladins directly into the Shadow Labyrinth.
Their speed was very fast. Along the way, orcs would come out of their halls to check the situation from time to time, and they were all cleaned up by Galen and the others.
When entering a new hall, a green figure suddenly rushed towards Galen, shouting: "Miserable intruders, become my food!"
The heavy body caused the ground to tremble slightly when this behemoth ran. Galen had just entered the dim hall from the Holy Light-lit tunnel, and heard such arrogant words, and his vision was not very good. Galen didn't care about anything, and the greatsword in his hand became three points heavier, and he slashed out fiercely.
The Holy Light acceleration made Galen's speed extremely fast. The green figure did not expect the intruder to be so fast. In the blink of an eye, the two were about to make contact. The golden sword light flashed, and the green figure's movements stopped abruptly!
He is dead!
Beheaded with one sword, along with the blocking arms were chopped off.
Huh?
At this time, Galen could see clearly that this was a green Doom Guard.
Say the most arrogant words, take the most vicious beatings?
I haven't reacted yet and you're gone?
"You killed Helmer!"
An angry roar came, and another tall figure charged towards Galen. This time, the hall was lit up by the entry of the paladins, and Galen clearly saw a gray-skinned two-headed ogre charging at him, followed by many orcs and ogres.
The two-headed ogre charged in front of Galen, raising the huge club in his hand high.
Boom!
The two-headed ogre stomped in front of Galen, and then slammed the giant club down on Galen's head.
The ogre couldn't wait to see the enemy's head explode in front of him.
His trick was to approach quickly with a charge, then stun with a stomp, and the giant club in his hand had already been stained with countless brains!
Unfortunately, Galen is not controlled.
Before the two-headed ogre's giant club smashed down, Galen's Brotherhood Sword slashed up from the ogre's lower body!
Rising Dragon Strike!
Galen's move had only been blocked by his old father so far. At other times, when facing giant creatures larger than himself, such as ogres, which were clumsy and slow, he had never been defeated.
After a series of continuous attacks, the two-headed ogre originally wanted to smoothly harvest Galen's head, but he didn't expect Galen to be unaffected by War Stomp. Instead, he swung his giant sword, the Sword of the Brotherhood, from bottom to top, cutting in from the ogre's crotch and slicing out between the two heads.
Blood splattered everywhere. Galen performed a separation surgery on the two-headed ogre, splitting the body into two equal halves, without the slightest favoritism. In Galen's eyes, the two-headed ogre was probably touched and thanked him for helping with the limb separation surgery.
In fact, the two-headed ogre Braikat and the demon Helmer could both be considered to have entered the ranks of the strong, but unfortunately, they encountered Galen, who didn't play by the rules.
Galen's strength itself was already close to breaking through the intermediate stage of Legend. In addition, this guy combined the Crown of the King and the Mask of Death into a plate armor helmet, and he also wore a noble circlet on his forehead. His left hand had an ogre glove, and his right hand had an acceleration glove. All ten fingers in the gloves were covered with defensive rings and recovery rings. The belt around his waist was a belt of strength, and there were many ornaments hanging on the belt. He also wore boots of agility on his feet.
In addition to the equipment from the Heart of Origin, his breastplate, leg armor, and shoulder armor were all enchanted by Kael'thas himself at a friendly price. He was armed to the teeth!
Then, he ran to the Shadow Labyrinth to bully these people. It was simply unreasonable. The two-headed ogre Braikat and the demon Helmer didn't die unjustly.
"No!"
In the blink of an eye, the Shadow Council's leaders in the Shadow Labyrinth lost two members. The last leading orc warlock, Worpil, let out a scream of horror. His strength was on par with the two-headed ogre, and the ogre's physique was even stronger than his. Even he was instantly killed. How many rounds could he last?
Worpil was also a ruthless person. Seeing that the situation was unfavorable to his side, and that he would die sooner or later, he became desperate. Instead of advancing, he retreated back to the end of the tunnel. Here, there was a huge magic circle, which bound a huge elemental lord!
Even Archbishop Maraadar did not expect that the Shadow Council's orcs had imprisoned M'uru, the Lord of Sonic Elements, who had the same status as Ragnaros!
Worpil chanted a spell beside the magic circle, and a black shadow energy ball instantly took shape. Then, he slammed it hard on the floor. The magic circle on the floor was instantly corroded by the power of shadow. The energy lines on M'uru's body were constantly melting. It was free!
Seeing that the Lord of Sonic Waves, whom they had trapped at the cost of huge casualties, had been released by him, the orc warlock turned around and wanted to run away.
But how could M'uru let him go after being imprisoned for five or six years?
M'urucondensed a dazzling cyan light in the staff in its hand, and then hurled a sonic boom, hitting Worpil, who was running away.
After performing multiple teleports, Worpil still failed to escape the sonic boom's tracking, and it hit him squarely in the back. The powerful magic directly blasted him into dust.
The death of the culprit did not calm M'urudown from its rage. It rushed out of the hall where it had been imprisoned, and then saw the paladins who were fighting. It waved its staff, and a large number of spells flew out.
Galen relied on his thick skin, strong armor, and multiple life-saving skills to take a hit.
After discovering that it was a debuff skill, Galen described the effect of this skill in words:
M'uru's Touch: Explodes after 15 seconds, dealing a large amount of nature damage and launching the target into the air, silencing them for 5 seconds.
"All brothers who have been hit by the magic, squat quietly against the wall. If necessary, use Divine Shield to resist!"
Then, Galen summoned Medivh in the Heart of Origin: "Medivh, quickly bring the four elements here. I have a tough nut to crack here that needs to be ganged up on—no, I need support!"
Medivh was speechless after listening. He was almost on the north shore of Azuremyst Isle, only a few hours away from the Elemental Throne. Calling him back at this time would be a wasted trip, wouldn't it?
Moreover, what he heard just now was a gang-up, right!
That is to say, Galen had a way to defeat it, but he insisted on a gang-up!
Higher authority always trumps lower authority.
Medivh had no choice but to obey the order. Suddenly, he thought of something. He took a white small sentry from his backpack and threw it in a hidden corner. The sentry quickly transformed, forming a foundation on the ground and automatically building upwards.
This way, the sentry combined with the teleportation scepter would save him a trip!
Medivh could only sigh at how magical the Great Lord's Heart of Origin was. However, unlike Gandalf and the others, who were directly infused with knowledge, he, who had joined halfway, had lower permissions.
Medivh teleported to Galen's side. As soon as he landed, he put a magic shield on himself. Then, a sonic wave brushed past Medivh's head and hit the wall behind him, blasting out a large amount of gravel.
"…!" I suspect Galen wants to harm me, but I have no evidence.
"Don't stand there dumbfounded, Medivh. Quickly take out our treasures!"
Medivh didn't waste any words and directly threw the four elemental totems to Galen.
Galen casually inserted them into the ground, and then chanted a spell. The four elemental spirits of red, black, white, and blue appeared.
Prince Thunderaan, Baron Geddon, Garr, and Ahune, the four elemental lords of Azeroth, were one-third shorter than M'uru.
Galen guessed that M'uru's strength had reached at least the demigod level. Otherwise, the explosion it unleashed would not have been able to completely change the environment around Auchindoun. Moreover, it was a very ancient existence. The orc warlocks awakened it from the draenei's creatures. Galen suspected that it came from ancient Argus and was sealed by the eredar.
"Go, this is your first battle to deepen your understanding. Destroy that elemental lord for me!"
As Galen's voice fell, Garr was the first to rush up. Relying on the fact that he was an earth element and had a solid body, he volunteered to act as a meat shield.
Baron Geddon and Garr had been together in Molten Core for a long time, and they knew each other quite well. They also had some tacit understanding. He followed closely behind.
Wind Prince Thunderaan was once the most powerful of the four elements. Although his strength had declined a lot now, his experience and vision were still there. He could tell at a glance that the sonic element opposite was not easy to deal with, but he also followed out.
Finally, there was Ahune. This frost element was not as ancient as the other three. He had participated in the Elemental War and had been beaten by the titans. He lacked experience and reacted slowly, so he could only follow behind to provide support.
Galen waved his hand, and the paladins quietly entered the tunnel and left the hall.
Galen and Medivh peeked out from the outside, observing this elemental war.
Blue lightning, Scarlet flames, and white frost, these three elements and cyan sound waves began to clash, causing vibrations throughout the underground area of Auchindoun.
Malaadar led the ghost army over.
"Galen, what happened on your side? Why is there such a big commotion!" Even Malaadar, who had full confidence in the solidity of Auchindoun's underground structure, was now afraid that the tunnel would collapse again.
"There's a sonic lord named M'uru inside, and I've already let the dogs out."
Malaadar sensed five powerful auras inside. He didn't agree with the 'letting the dogs out' part, but M'uru's name sounded familiar. He looked towards the leader of the ghosts, the former guard captain, Boristran.
The Light of the Exodar's eyes glowed with golden light, and an ethereal soul whisper came: "M'uru, an ancient elemental being that once ravaged Argus, was sealed by Prophet Velen and the Naaru."
So it really is an elemental lord from Argus. Galen guessed right. It's just that Draenor isn't big enough, and the fury of the four elements is too weak to give birth to a demigod-level M'uru.
Boom!
A huge white figure flew out and crashed heavily onto the tunnel floor. Ekhawn, emanating white chills, struggled to get up. A circle of paladins and draenei ghosts looked at him, and the scene fell into silence.
The Frost King rubbed his forehead, perhaps feeling embarrassed. To prevent further awkwardness, he pretended nothing had happened, grabbed his icy scythe again, and quickly rushed into the hall.
Galen and the others peeked in again. This time, Malaadar joined Galen and Medivh in peeking.
The Frost King, who had regrouped and re-entered the hall, became exceptionally brave. He wielded ice magic and the scythe with great power, and M'uru's staff was barely able to parry.
Baron Geddon was very curious. Could he become stronger after being knocked away once?
What kind of talent is this?
Distracted, M'uru found a flaw in the four-man battle group. He slammed his staff down, and Baron Geddon flew out like the Frost King before, landing in the pit Ekhawn had made.
A thousand pairs of eyes, six hundred paladins and five hundred ghosts, were staring silently at Baron Geddon.
Among them, Baron Geddon noticed that his master's gaze was the most playful.
If the surface temperature of Baron Geddon, this fire elemental, was a thousand degrees, his temperature should have risen by three-thousandths at this moment.
Roar!
With a roar of anger, Baron Geddon charged back into the hall. He wielded fire magic so tightly that no wind could pass through. After the flames fell on the ground, they did not extinguish, but turned into numerous small fire elementals.
Now it was Gar and Thunderaan's turn to be puzzled. What kind of medicine did this ice lump and this fire lump take?
So fierce?
However, Gar was naturally stable, and Thunderaan was experienced in combat, so M'uru didn't find a flaw to break through.
The battle continued for almost an hour, and M'uru was finally dragged down by the four elemental lords.
He had been imprisoned by the Shadow Council for five or six years. Even if he had the rank of a demigod, the energy in his body was seriously insufficient. After Galen's feeding, the four elements recuperated in the totem poles. Except for the Wind Prince, who was not at his peak, the other three were all at full health and mana against M'uru.
Galen led everyone into the hall where the battle had just ended. The interior of the hall was scarred and devastated, with pits all over the ground blasted out by sound waves. The walls were covered with wind blade scratches, stained with half ice and half magma, and a large pile of rubble was still falling from the ceiling.
Compared to human-shaped creatures like humans or draenei orcs, their energy storage is limited, so they can only exercise their physique and practice combat skills. Compared to the elemental war just now, the elements are naturally blessed. The battle is actually a magic duel. Whoever runs out of magic first, whoever gets hit by more spells, loses!
Galen took out a new totem pole and inserted it into the ground, trying to absorb M'uru's remaining elemental essence. It was successful, and his essence energy didn't explode the totem pole.
From this, it seems that the four elemental kings of Azeroth are really too strong. A mere energy clone of Ragnaros can burst the totem pole.
But now Galen has a new treasure, the Eternal Tree!
This thing is two levels higher than the Tree of Life. The totem pole made of its branches should be perfect for binding the four elemental kings!
After the totem pole absorbed M'uru's essence, Galen grabbed it in his hand and forcibly branded his master-servant contract.
I have subdued the Sonic Lord!
The previous sentence was Galen's brain-added dubbing. It was impossible to really shout it out. Now he is the Highlord of the Argent Crusade, and he also needs face.
"Archbishop, the orcs in Auchindoun have all been cleared. You can rest assured." Galen paused, as if thinking of something. "However, Auchindoun's shadow energy is very abundant, and your defensive forces are insufficient. You must always be vigilant against other forces coveting the power here."
In fact, perhaps it won't be long before the ethereals, who do business everywhere in the universe, and the exiled arakkoa will invade the northern and eastern districts of Auchindoun.
"Galen, you are right, but we don't have any more defensive forces. The orcs slaughtered most of our people, and we even lost Shattrath!"
Malaadar was grief-stricken. He was a draenei Auchenai priest who could communicate with souls. His people were killed in pain, so their souls could not rest in peace. Perhaps Malaadar often faced those painful souls, which eventually made him mad.
"I have a plan. Perhaps we can retake Shattrath City. Then, with K'ure and D'ore, two Naaru, guarding Shattrath, the city will be as solid as gold, and Auchindoun is not far from Shattrath, so it can provide support at any time!"
Galen's plan made Malaadar very tempted. Shattrath is the draenei capital, and retaking it is of great significance to the draenei. As long as the city can be returned to the control of the draenei, a large number of scattered and fleeing people will be reunited!
"But D'ore has been corrupted by the Void for hundreds of years. Can he still recover?"
This is Malaadar's biggest concern. Hundreds of years ago, when the spaceship was near Draenor, Kara died on the spot because of an explosion in the power room. When the spaceship crashed, D'ore also died to protect the safety of the draenei, only K'ure was seriously injured and trapped inside the spaceship, relying on the soul power of the orcish ancestral spirits to try to recover!
In short, K'ure is not dead, but D'ore is dead!
The two situations are different!
That's right, K'ure has never died. He has stubbornly survived for centuries, healing himself deep within Auchindoun. Moreover, K'ure repeatedly appeared in visions to Velen, asking him to rescue him, but Velen had no way to approach Auchindoun, which the Orcs revered as a sacred mountain. He also couldn't reveal the secrets of Auchindoun to the Orcs, so he was helpless.
Later, Kil'jaeden used the Orcs to slaughter the Draenei. The Orcish shamans no longer believed in the elements and ancestral spirits but were imbued with demonic power, becoming warlocks. At the same time, Gul'dan forbade the Orcish shamans from visiting the sacred mountain of Auchindoun. Without shamans bringing holy water to fill the sacred pool, K'ure was unable to heal himself and emitted deep wails, soon entering the Naaru's life cycle and being corroded by void energy.
Therefore, when Galen infused holy light, spending only 500,000 gold units was already a relatively small price. After all, Galen had previously borrowed the power of a demigod-level king, and each time he had to lose tens of thousands of gold coins. This time, exchanging 250,000 gold coins for a demigod-level Naaru was a great deal.
Moreover, Galen could wait for K'ure to recover to his full strength before saving D'ore, and having an extra Naaru's holy light reserves should save a lot of gold coins.
After discussing with Malaadar, Galen and his team began preparations. First, they needed to wait for K'ure to restore his holy light power.
Galen led the troops away from the Bone Wastes, as the area, with its burial of a large number of Draenei corpses and the void energy emanating from De'ore, was not suitable for recuperation.
Galen led the main force to the northeast of Auchindoun, selecting a canyon to establish a camp.
This camp was surrounded by mountains on the west and south sides, with a wide river to the north and east, making it easy to defend and difficult to attack, an excellent location for establishing a stronghold.
Combining his memories from his previous life, Galen guessed the name of this valley.
On the Ashran side, Gandalf had successfully cleared the entire island. With the help of the Black Tooth tribe, the two ogre tribes basically didn't put in much effort, leaving only a Gray Hammer ogre Mantis trying to stop a car, easily rubbed on the ground by Gandalf.
The two fortresses in the north and south of Ashran were quickly built, with Stormshield and Warspear officially completed.
Currently, in addition to the Furywave Legion, the Gale Legion and the Thunder Legion have also arrived in Draenor, but the Thunder Legion was taken away by Medivh after the establishment of the Halaani fortress.
And in order to establish a new fortress in Talador, and at the same time show his strength to Archbishop Malaadar, Galen also pulled away the Gale Legion.
Galen supervised the farmers to build city walls and sentry arrow towers while taking turns with the paladins to replenish K'ure's holy light power.
Half a month later, the fortress's walls were completed, and Galen officially named the fortress: Alleria Fortress!
Galen was comfortable, expressing his feelings, and then returned to Auchindoun with K'ure to prepare for the conversion of D'ore, but when a certain ranger lord learned that Galen had named the fortress after her, she couldn't sleep all night.