Unfortunately, the power of the Oathbinder of Life that Galen obtained through spending money would disappear after canceling the spending, and the blessings sent out would also disappear. Otherwise, he would have done it himself.
However, there are people of his own in the Red Dragonflight, and he will always be able to get a few spots in the future.
Instead of listening to his old father's words and staying in Stromgarde to inherit the throne, his old man can wait for eternal life and be a king for hundreds or thousands of years. I'm going out to conquer the world and defeat the Burning Legion.
This time, when Galen returned to Draenor from Azeroth, he didn't go back alone, but with a mighty army!
The three legion commanders were old acquaintances Amor, leading the Scarlet Flame Legion that had completed the full transfer of all members. This was the strongest legion to come to Draenor besides Galen's paladin guard, with elite heavy infantry at the seventh rank and stalkers at the seventh rank!
There were also three new legions. In addition to the Holy Light Flame Legion promised to Maladaar, there were also the newly formed Sixth and Seventh Crusader Legions. The legion commanders were Ranger-General Halthorpe, borrowed from Sylvanas, and Nathanos, a human ranger who barely reached the ninth level.
In addition to these three legions, there were also a large number of steam tanks and aircraft, operated by more than 2,000 gnomes and 4,000 goblins.
Gnome Flying Squadron, two thousand flyable aircraft, Goblin Tank Legion, plus human crew members, one thousand five hundred operable steam tanks!
Galen could flatten Hellfire Citadel even with artillery fire!
At the same time, the Frostwolf Clan also returned to their homeland under the leadership of Drek'Thar. Their destination was Nagrand.
The army of 110,000 gave Galen unparalleled courage. After stationing troops for so long, he could finally do something.
Currently, the main gathering places of the green-skinned orcs are Hellfire Citadel in Tanaan Jungle and Zeth'gor, southwest of Shadowmoon Valley, and around Hellscream. Galen decided to directly blossom in the center, directly concentrating the army in Auchindoun and Sylvanas Keep, retaking Shattrath City, occupying the entire Talador, and dominating Terokkar Forest.
That's how arrogant he was.
Talador is the center of the entire continent. To the north is Zangar Sea and Gorgrond, southwest to Nagrand, northeast to Tanaan Peninsula connecting various places, and south to Spires of Arak.
By controlling this area, the orcs can be divided into three parts, making it impossible for them to unite and only fight on their own. Galen can defeat them one by one.
Of course, this process must be fast. Kil'jaeden is now held back by the Lightforged's main force. Galen must clear the orcs and lurking demons on the entire planet of Draenor before he can react, preventing them from opening portals in various parts of Draenor and transferring a large group of demon legions.
Even if the orc warlocks want to open a portal to call for reinforcements, Galen must decide where they open it!
The entire continent, except for Tanaan Jungle and Shadowmoon Valley, which are heavily corrupted by fel energy, the forests of Talador are still lush, the grasslands of Nagrand are still green, the Spires of Arak are still relatively vibrant, and Gorgrond, except for the extinction of large plant life, small jungles are still growing tenaciously.
Then he can completely use Shadowmoon Valley and Tanaan Jungle as the front lines to resist the Burning Legion, only giving them the opportunity to open portals in these two places!
Moreover, the size of this portal must also be particular. It can't just be imps and demon guards, which can't contribute much experience points and can't play a role in training troops at all, and it can't be too big, otherwise Archimonde or Kil'jaeden will directly slap him in the face, and Galen will have to run away with an army of 110,000. Whoever wants Draenor can have it.
Now that several bases have been stabilized, Gul'dan's spirit must be transferred over, and a random orc body must be stuffed into him, and thrown into Hellfire Citadel to let him play an undercover role.
This plan is feasible!
If it weren't for the fact that Gul'dan's reputation among the orcs had already been ruined because of betraying the Horde, Galen might have given all the wolf riders under his command to him and let him go back to fight for the position of warchief.
No sooner said than done, Galen directly summoned Gul'dan's spirit at the Altar of Kings in Sylvanas Keep.
It's a pity that Worpel, that Shadow Council member in Auchindoun, should have easily infiltrated the upper echelons of the orcs with his identity, but unfortunately he was blown into a rain of blood by Murmur.
"Is the master talking about Worpel, that little warlock? I sent him to Auchindoun to excavate the secrets there. I didn't expect a big explosion to happen. Later, he lost contact after the Horde entered Azeroth. In fact, it doesn't matter if there is no corpse. With my understanding of him, I can slightly change the appearance with magic after occupying a body and replace his identity!"
The spirit of Gul'dan said that he was very good at this, and it was easy to disguise himself as his original subordinates.
Thus, Galen directly handed over nearly a thousand plunderers to Gul'dan, allowing Gul'dan to go out and hunt the orcs entrenched around Talador and choose a body that was relatively compatible with his soul.
Subsequently, the army began to mobilize. Except for Gandalf's Tides of Fury Legion stationed in Ashran, the remaining ten legions of 100,000 people were dispatched at the same time.
Amor led the Scarlet Flame Legion and Heni's Second Legion to the east of Talador, blocking the passage to Shadowmoon Valley.
Fral and Durin went north. Both of them were better at ranged attacks. The mountain road leading to Tanaan Jungle was rugged. Only a small number of soldiers were needed to block the mountain road and guard Gorgrond in the north with a small force.
Halthorpe and Nathanos led their new legions to the south, sealing off the Spires of Arak to prevent the arakkoa from spying. This task was relatively easy among all of them. Galen gave the two of them ample time to work with the legions under their command.
Finally, Fadir's Third Legion stayed behind as a reserve force to respond at any time. Shattrath City was pushed forward by Galen, Alleria, and Maladaar with the Gale Legion, Thunder Legion, and Holy Light Flame Legion.
Shattrath City, only a small number of orc troops remained, ruling over a large number of refugees inside. They did not know that their doomsday was coming.
After drinking the demon blood, the Orcs' combat power soared. Even though the Draenei's technology far surpassed the primitive Orcish tribes, the Orcs still swept into Shattrath City with irresistible force.
The demon blood amplified their desire for battle and suppressed rational thought, leading them to massacre hundreds of thousands of Draenei in Shattrath. However, after the slaughter, some of the more intelligent Orcs realized something was wrong. They discovered that the Draenei were not as prepared for a war to exterminate the Orcs as Ner'zhul had claimed.
Could they have been deceived?
However, this thought was fleeting. The tribe's war machine could not be stopped. Later, most of the Orcs, led by Gul'dan, went to the Dark Portal to experience more of the thrill of battle and acquire a broader living space, while the Orcs who remained in Shattrath continued to enslave the Draenei refugees and the large number of Broken within Shattrath.
To showcase their tribe's achievements and glory in defeating a technologically advanced and powerful enemy, a portion of warriors from all the Orcish clans formed an army of over twenty thousand Orcs stationed in the vast ruins of Shattrath.
The above is what Galen and Maarad learned during their conversation on the march, which was basically the same as the information Galen had gathered.
To be honest, with just over twenty thousand Orcs, and a mixed force at that, Galen could even destroy this force by simply gathering three legions of heavy cavalry and charging back and forth through the Orcish ranks a few times.
However, the protagonist of this war was Maarad and his Light of the Naaru legion. To better command the legion, the High General scattered the Draenei elites he had brought, each leading a battalion.
When they arrived at the outer city walls of Shattrath, the Orcs had already noticed Galen and his forces' arrival. The three-thousand-strong army was simply too large and imposing to hide.
The Orcs lined up in formation, but the numbers were clearly less than twenty thousand, only about half that. They were all warriors who had experienced the Draenei War, but after these years of garrisoning Shattrath, their desire for battle had waned, and they were spiritually weakened. Like the Orcs who invaded Azeroth, they too began to suffer from the aftereffects of the demon blood.
Maarad didn't care whether these Orcs had any fighting power or not. In his eyes, the only good Orc was a dead Orc!
"Attack!"
With the legion commander's order, the heavy infantry of the Light of the Naaru began to advance. They held shields and longswords, arranged in neat ranks, and marched in an orderly fashion.
The Orcish army was in disarray. On the dilapidated city walls, several teams of Orcs were frantically operating their siege catapults.
Soon, a dozen boulders were launched from the catapults, targeting the advancing infantry formation.
Within each battalion's infantry formation, there was a blue figure over two meters tall. They were the most elite guards under Maarad, the Draenei paladins. As the boulders approached, these Draenei took out a yellow crystal and channeled the power of the Holy Light into it.
Golden, translucent barriers appeared, directly enveloping the entire infantry battalion's formation. The boulders shattered into fragments upon hitting the barriers, sliding down to the ground!
This was the Draenei's proud crystal gem technology.
It is said that Telaar, east of Shattrath, was originally a large Draenei town called Telmor, which was well protected by crystal barrier technology. However, the guards there once rescued two young Orcs, saving them from an ogre attack and bringing them safely into Telmor.
These two Orcs were the young Durotan and Orgrim. Due to the guards' negligence, Durotan discovered the opening incantation for Telmor's defensive barrier. Later, Durotan brought this secret to the Horde led by Gul'dan, ultimately leading to the destruction of Telmor.
Galen could only sigh that the Draenei were too honest. If he led the Draenei, when settling in Draenor, he would have chosen to conquer the ogres at the first opportunity, raise the Orcs, and use them as combat power to liberate the tribe's productivity.
Unfortunately, he was not.
The front-line infantry had already made contact with the Orcs, and the battle began to escalate into a frenzy.
The Orcs' height and physique did make them stand out in terms of individual combat ability, but the human armies of Azeroth had fought the Orcs for five or six years and had long since summarized the three-man formation, steadily suppressing the Orcs.
Maarad listened to the sounds of battle and the infantry's slogans for the Light of the Naaru from the rear, his hand tightening around the Naaru Hammer. He desperately wanted to charge into battle, but he suppressed the fire of revenge in his heart, forcing himself to wait.
Only after the musketeers also approached the enemy could he hand over the task of commanding to his adjutant, and then he could neglect his duty a little and choose to lead from the front!
Finally, the Orcs' catapults ran out of ammunition, and the musketeers finally reached their firing range, and the muskets began to fire.
With the Orcs' screams, Maarad knew the time was ripe.
The High General raised his purple warhammer high: "May the Holy Light grant us strength!"
The Naaru Hammer began to glow, and golden light burst outwards, enveloping the thousand high-ranking knights behind him. The knights only felt their bodies filled with power, as they were blessed with Maarad's Holy Light.
Then Maarad mounted his armored elekk and led the thousand high-ranking knights quickly towards the walls of Shattrath City.
The Orcs also noticed the charging knights, and they tried to stop them from approaching the city walls. How could flesh and blood stop the charging steel torrent? These Orcs were all knocked away by the impact of the warhorses, and they could never get up again after landing.
Maarad took the lead, swinging his warhammer and directly smashing an Orc's skull. Then he withdrew his warhammer and struck another Orc on the side, smoothly approaching the ruined walls of Shattrath City.
Then the knights split into several small teams, dismounted, and began to climb from the stairs and gentle slopes, entering the top of the city walls to clear the Orcs.
Maarad's physical fitness was no less than that of the Orcs, and he was even taller than the Orcs. The Naaru Hammer in his hand was like a small siege hammer, violently smashing into one Orc after another.
The devastating offensive left the Orcs unable to resist. Some were smashed against the walls, spitting blood, and some were hammered off the city walls, falling to their deaths.
Maarad was too familiar with the walls of Shattrath. This was the city he had guarded for hundreds of years. Soon they cleared the remaining Orcs on the walls and controlled the city walls!
The capture of Shattrath's walls threw the Orcs into disarray. Being surrounded meant certain death, with no escape. Immediately, the Orcish overseers began diverting manpower to retake control of the walls.
Some Orcs began scaling the uneven edges of the walls, quickly reaching the top.
"For the Light! For the Crusade!" Maraad shouted, bolstering his side's morale. He then raised his warhammer and went to the edge of the wall, smashing the heads of the climbing Orcish warriors like a game of whack-a-mole.
His white and gold-trimmed armor was covered in blood, blackened stains, and white Orcish brain matter!
The Holy Light Flame Legion steadily encroached upon the Orcish battle formation. The ranged attacks of musketeers and mages inflicted significant damage on the melee-engaged Orcs. Perhaps due to the lack of ranged power among the Draenei, this Orcish force had no effective means to counter the ranged attacks.
In the dark corners of Shattrath, many eyes watched the battle unfold. Most were Draenei refugees, along with mutated Broken.
After the city fell, most who could had fled north into Zangarmarsh. The remaining people hid in Shattrath's ruins and sewers, evading the Orcs' persecution.
The normal Draenei refugees struggled to survive under the leadership of a small group of surviving Aldor priests. On special days, they would secretly hold sacred rites in the ruined temples of the city.
The other group of Broken were much more miserable. They had been exposed to the poisonous red mist released by the Orcish warlocks during the siege, causing mutations in their bodies. They not only lost the protection of the Holy Light but were also ostracized by the normal members of their race. After healing their war wounds, the Aldor priests drove them out of the gathering places, forcing them to struggle for survival in the sewers.
"It's Marlard!" A hooded Broken said from the shadows, instantly recognizing the high-ranking defender with the purple crystal warhammer.
"It is him, but what race are those soldiers shorter than him? I've never seen them on Draenor. Akama, do you know what race they are?" Another hooded Broken asked.
"I don't know, Nubodon," Akama replied. "I don't know if Marlard and this force retaking Shattrath will be good or bad for us!"
After the Draenei were defeated, they were all miserable as losers, but the Broken, cursed and deformed, were even more miserable. They not only had to resist the desire to degenerate but also had to avoid the Orcs' various forms of enslavement and control, and finally face the ostracism and exile of their own people!
As the leader of the Broken in Shattrath, the changes in Shattrath made Akama and Nubodon worried, unsure of what the future held for the Broken.
"Nubodon, the people think the Holy Light is silent to us to punish us for the failure of Shattrath, but we have dedicated everything to Shattrath! I am determined to die, just so they can live!"
Akama's tone was full of grief and indignation. The indifference and exile of his people made him dissatisfied, and they were stripped of their former defender equipment, left to fend for themselves.
Later, the Broken's minds became increasingly uncontrollable, and their intelligence significantly declined. Some of them had completely lost their way and gone mad, becoming shells wandering aimlessly all day long, their speech becoming incoherent, eventually turning into the Lost.
Those compatriots could not bear this torment and began to leave the camp one by one, never to return. At least ten Broken could not hold on and chose to end their lives every day!
This is also the reason why Akama's mentality changed later. He did not return to Velen's side like Nubodon, choosing to establish his own Ashtongue Deathsworn because he was hurt too deeply!
Nubodon had also been hurt by an Aldor priest named Ro'ao, but he still held hope for his former people.
Nubodon comforted him, saying, "Recently, I received an enlightenment in a dream. It was an elemental envoy from a sect called the Spirit Council. They told me that the Holy Light has not abandoned the Broken, but that demonic energy has invaded our bodies, sealing our ability to listen to the Holy Light, and also causing physical degeneration."
"Most importantly, they have a way for the Broken to resist degeneration!"
This filled Nubodon with hope. Every Broken who chose to end their life filled his heart with sorrow!
"Elemental power? Isn't that the power used by the original Orcish shamans!" At the mention of the Orcs, Akama's anger rose from his heart!
"The elemental spirits are the will of the world of Draenor. The Orcs abandoned them. I have tried it, and the knowledge they teach in dreams can calm my heart!"
After Nubodon finished speaking, he offered a reason that Akama could not refuse: "Broken shamans have begun to appear in Telaar in the east! An organization called the Kurenai is teaching them the way of the shaman!"
"Kurenai!" This is a Draenei word, meaning: to be redeemed.
"I will try to contact them and personally see if the power of the elements can help the Broken!" Nubodon had made up his mind.
Akama did not speak, but silently remembered this name in his heart. However, he clearly did not agree with the organization's philosophy. He was originally the strongest defender and high priest among the Draenei, and his thinking became more radical after the great changes. Redemption through force was the way he most agreed with!
While the two were secretly observing, the war on the east wall had already been decided!
The heavy infantry's formation could barely be maintained, while the Orcs could no longer hold on and collapsed ahead of time. They began to flee in panic.
This was when Galen and Alleria took action.
The Thunder Legion and the Gale Legion each led a Naaru, flanking from both sides of the Holy Light Flame, completely surrounding the passage to the east. The light of the Naaru illuminated the passage in the forest, leaving the Orcs with nowhere to escape!
"It's the Naaru! It's Lord K'ure and Lord D'ore! We are saved!" This was another group of Aldor priests in the city. The arrival of the Naaru relieved their worries!
Their combat power was not good, and they dared not get too close. They did not see Marlard, so they were worried that if Shattrath changed hands, they would suffer misfortune again!
Now that they discovered that there were Naaru among the attacking side, they were saved!
Shattrath City was liberated!
The Holy Light once again shone upon Shattrath, and the Naaru once again saved the Draenei!