Nubot listened to Galen and Magtoor's conversation word for word, but he did not speak, but waited quietly for Galen's final decision.
Galen's eyes began to examine this scarred, shrunken defender. His lips had disappeared, and a mouthful of fangs was completely exposed, but Galen was used to it when he was reading blue bars in his previous life, so he didn't feel much.
Nubot's eyes were bright and clear, indicating that not only had he not been cursed into a daze, but he also retained the sanity that was different from other Shattered, and also flowed with the light of wisdom.
That's right, the biggest feature of most Shattered when transforming into the Lost is that they lose their minds.
"Nubot, I have high hopes for you. Can you tell me whether you are willing to be a Kurenai Broken loyal to the Crusaders, or to return the Broken to the Draenei group?"
Galen's eyes began to glow with golden streamers. At this moment, he used the faith test of the Paladin and the soul language commonly used by the Naaru to test Nubot.
Nubot had a good impression of Galen. This was the most powerful leader. Most importantly, as a spokesperson for the Holy Light, Galen could achieve absolute authority, allowing his subordinates to accept the Shattered and save the Shattered. But just now, when he saw his ugly face and body, he didn't have the discrimination and disgust of his clansmen. This respect and equality was exactly what the Shattered needed.
In the past few years, Nubot and his former superior Akama stayed in the shadows of Shattrath City, struggling to survive with the Shattered. Unlike Akama's resentment that Velen always chose to escape and did not lead the Draenei well, Nubot still had expectations for the Prophet.
It's just that as the Broken clansmen he was familiar with chose to commit suicide before they were about to become Lost, his heart was broken.
The Prophet Velen and the Holy Light had abandoned them, but the Shattered could not give up on themselves!
He could already imagine that even if the Shaman's path saved the Shattered, they would not be able to return to Draenei society normally. The best ending would be to leave a place for the Shattered in Draenei society under the Prophet's compromise, but it would still be the most inconspicuous and difficult-to-see position.
As a former Draenei high-level, he had already foreseen that the Shattered would not be able to live normally in Draenei-dominated society in the future, and could only serve as underground miners, staying in dark and sunless mines.
Now there is a better choice, which can allow the Shattered clansmen to live in normal sunlight without having to continue hiding in the dark. He must seize the opportunity.
"Great Lord, I am willing to lead the Kurenai to save more of the Broken, and swear to be forever loyal to the Crusaders!"
Nubot's eyes were full of determination. He passed Galen's test.
"Very good, you have gained my approval. You can become Magtoor's apprentice, and he will teach you the path of the Shaman. This power can allow you to resist the curse and regain your strength. I hope that the Kurenai can not only redeem all the Shattered, but also become the mainstay of my fight against the Burning Legion!"
Although the Shattered have lost their sense of the Holy Light, they have also gained a new talent: to become invisible in the shadows!
Although Galen's intelligence organization is growing under Gray York's management, they can only carry out some ordinary intelligence transmission, personnel buying and subversion. Those high-precision tasks such as secret infiltration and assassination still need Garona to do it herself.
Even if Garona is already training new talents, the speed is really not keeping up with Galen's development speed. Now the Kurenai are gradually filling this gap, but it may be true that, as Magtoor said, his talent is not enough. In fact, Galen knows that the most suitable candidate is still Akama, but Nubot can also do the job!
"Nubot, after you have completely mastered the Shaman's path, I will let you replace Magtoor as the leader of the Kurenai."
After Galen finished speaking, he reached out and patted the Shattered, who was countless years older than himself: "Work hard and strive to become the Prophet of the Shattered and lead them out of their miserable fate!"
After speaking, Galen left, pretending to be cool and leaving without taking away a cloud.
Galen took Alleria and the Gale Legion, and the Thunder Legion teleported directly to the garrisons of the Fourth and Fifth Legions. Fral and Durin established a legion forward post here. Fral was responsible for guarding the path to Gorgrond in the west, and Durin was responsible for the Road of Glory connecting to the Tanaan area in the east.
The army passed through the Gorgrond path and entered this once barren land.
Legend has it that the origin of all life on Draenor is related to this area in front of Galen.
This is a distant story. Aggramar came to Draenor and discovered the spore swarm that devoured the planet's vitality. This plant life devoured all living beings like cancer cells.
So Aggramar used the four elements of fire, wind, water, and earth, plus the highest peak of Draenor, to create the guardian Gorrond. This walking mountain giant began to kill the spore swarm.
In order to defeat Gorrond, the spore swarm formed three spore giants named Zangar, Botan, and Nayanu to fight against him.
The weakest of the three plant giants, Zangar, was torn in half by Gorrond, and his rotten corpse became a fungal sea called Zangar Sea. Nayanu was crushed by Gorrond, and his body, which turned into mud, became the Tanaan Jungle.
After Gorrond killed two plant giants in a desperate counterattack, he perished with the third giant. The huge corpse formed a mountain range on the edge of Nagrand.
The descendants of Gorrond, the giant spirit lineage, and the Primal Thornbeast clan formed by Botan fought for countless centuries afterwards. Gorgrond is the main battlefield for the struggle between this rock life and plant life.
Later, the vitality of Draenor began to lose, and the first to suffer were the plant life Primal Thornbeasts and their descendants, the Wood Elves and the Magic Pod People. They directly perished!
The Gorron lineage dominated Gorgrond!
Although they won inexplicably, it did not prevent Gruul from taking his children to become the overlord of this area.
As soon as the army came out of the Gorgrond path, they saw many humanoid creatures gathered on both sides of the mountain road, seemingly welcoming Galen and the others.
As the army approached, Galen realized they were a group of tiger-men with purple fur. If he wasn't mistaken, they should be the Whiptail tiger-men tribe living in Gorgrond.
A tiger-man with the same bluish-purple fur stepped out from the crowd and came before Galen. Galen recognized him; he was one of the Blacktooth shamans who had set out together initially.
"Lord of the Holy Light, I have led the Whiptail tribe and the Scarred tribe, two tiger-men tribes, to welcome you!"
"You have done well; the Four Holy Light Envoys will reward you!" The Blacktooth shaman's face lit up with joy, filled with hope for the future.
A significant portion of a shaman's power comes from the gifts of the elements. The more favored they are by the elements, the greater the power they can wield.
"Lead them back to Faraala Valley. The orcs are trying to attack the Blacktooth tribe's territory; your chieftain needs support. Leave a squad of tiger-men as guides, and that will suffice."
In the white light, nearly thirty thousand tiger-men from the two tribes left the land where they had lived for generations, leaving behind only a one-eyed tiger-man warrior: Sunclaw.
He was said to be the strongest predator warrior of the Whiptail tribe.
"Sunclaw?" Galen said, marching alongside the tiger-man warrior who was running swiftly next to his warhorse.
"Holy Lord, I am here!"
The land here was similar to Talador: cracked earth, gray soil, withered large shrubs. The once-lush woodland had withered, with only a few clumps of green plants occasionally visible. This was already much better than near the Dark Portal.
Moreover, Gorgrond's terrain was mainly mountainous. As they advanced, the surrounding roads became more rugged, and wind blew from all directions.
The surrounding mountains were like enormous sharp thorns protruding from the surrounding cliffs in all directions. Galen guessed that this topography was formed by strong winds eroding the hilltops that had lost their vegetation cover, resembling blades!
"Do you know which powerful forces are in Gorgrond?" Galen asked his guide.
"Holy Lord, this used to be the territory of the Blackrock clan, the Dragonmaw clan, the Thunderlord clan, and the Laughing Skull clan. Later, the Blackrock clan took most of the orcs away from here. Currently, this place is the domain of the Gronn, but half a year ago, a group of powerful black dragons came here. They and the Gronn began to compete for territory, making survival even more difficult for us marginal races!"
The situation was about the same as Galen had guessed. In all of Draenor, only Gorgrond had a high enough temperature, with hot springs and volcanoes, suitable for hatching dragon eggs. The Black Dragon King's choice of this place was within Galen's expectations.
Subsequently, Galen also learned from Sunclaw that on the edge of Gorgrond, there was also a clan of orc and ogre hybrids: the Mok'Nathal clan!
The Mok'Nathal tribe was small in number but very capable in combat, but in recent years, their lives had become somewhat difficult.
Southwest Gorgrond is connected to Frostfire Ridge. Ten years ago, the fire elemental riots there caused massive volcanic eruptions, destroying the local ecosystem. The Frostwolf clan and other orcs began to migrate, and another overlord of Frostfire Ridge also came to Gorgrond: the Bladespire ogres!
The Bladespire ogres were also unscrupulous, directly embracing the thigh of the Gronn King: Gruul, exchanging their status as slaves and subordinates for space to survive here. Without natural enemies, they multiplied rapidly and began to compete with the Mok'Nathal for their homes in the Blade's Edge Mountains.
The situation was not complicated; Galen deduced the local situation from Sunclaw's few words.
The orcs had basically left this place of their origin, and the clan where Rexxar was located was not worth worrying about. Although their individual strength was good, their numbers were too small to be a match for him. So, the main target this time was the black dragons.
Ah haha, Deathwing, my old friend, I'm here to stab you in the back!
"Prepare!"
On the mountain road, Galen suddenly warned.
"Raise shields!"
With Galen's order, all the heavy infantry in the legion immediately raised their shields!
About three seconds later, a large amount of gravel fell from the cliff above them. The shield wall formed by the heavy infantry protected the riflemen, and the gravel did not cause too much damage.
Suddenly, Alleria began to draw her bow and arrow, using armor-piercing arrows made from dragon teeth.
The ears of high elves were quite sensitive, especially Alleria, who was strengthened by the wind power of the Storm Altar. Before long, Galen also heard it. It was the sound of wings beating the air, and the power of this beating was quite strong and sharp!
Dragon wings!
Loud roars came from the cliffs, followed by the spitting of red-hot lava!
It was the lava breath of the black dragons.
The shields were burned red by the lava but did not melt on the spot. This was the latest equipment, the forging technology of the Origin Heart level four base, but the infantry's palms could not withstand the high temperature of the shields, and they dropped them directly. As the shields fell, the lava injured many soldiers.
Galen looked up and saw many small black shadows flying on the sharp thorns of the cliffs, then swooping down.
Black dragon whelps, a circle larger than warhorses. Galen could even see the spikes on their little heads.
"Heh!"
Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers. These dozen or so black dragon whelps dared to charge a twenty-thousand-strong legion!
Was Galen going to have a feast tonight!
Speaking of which, is black dragon meat edible?
"Swish!"
An arrow emitting a phosphorescent light shot out, a super-long-range sniper shot. It was Alleria who had made the move.
The power of Sasz'dora made the arrow move rapidly. The arrow pierced the black dragon whelp's brow in mid-air. The whelp's scales had not fully grown, and the whelp's head was directly exploded.
"Riflemen, focus fire, free fire!"
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Galen issued the order, and his subordinates were not slow either. They began to condense magical energy in their hands, and basin-sized exploding lava shot out, directly smashing a black dragon's head to pieces. The black dragon's corpse lost its power and fell heavily to the ground, motionless.
As the riflemen began to attack, dense anti-aircraft firepower formed in mid-air. The black dragon whelps, which had just wanted to approach and swoop down, had already closed the distance, and a large number of bullets were shot through the black dragons' armor by the powerful thrust of the gunpowder.
From the attack to the end, it only took three minutes, and more than a dozen black dragons became Galen's spoils.
"Are these black dragon whelps brainless? Why did they attack us?"
If hundreds of black dragon whelps were dispatched, with adult dragons leading the command, then Galen might retreat and call for an airship squadron and gryphon knights to come over, but these dozen or so whelps dared to charge the military formation. Where did they get the courage?
Deathwing, are you up to it!
This generation of black dragon whelps is the worst I've ever seen. If they are all of this quality, Galen doesn't even want to catch them for Lightforging!
The priests began to heal the wounded, and the others began to collect the black dragons' corpses, pulling teeth and skinning them. Dragons, after all, are treasures from head to toe.
Alleria came to Galen's side: "Galen, did you come here just to make trouble for the black dragons?"
"That's a must. Half a year ago, the Black Dragon King kidnapped you across the Dark Portal and beat me so badly. How can I not avenge this grudge?"
Galen generally doesn't hold grudges because he avenges them on the spot. This time, it was mainly because Deathwing was stronger than him, so he endured it for more than half a year!
Even the ancient gods, far from Draenor, couldn't alter the madness within the black dragon bloodline. This newly hatched dragon is already so arrogant, showing that Neltharion's mind isn't far from turning into Deathwing.
"Sunclaw, spread out your squads to scout the surroundings and see if the Gorons are making any big moves!"
Galen guesses that with the black dragon's arrogance, the dominant Goron tribe here definitely won't tolerate them. A mountain cannot harbor two tigers; the two groups will surely fight to the death!
"Galen, what did you find?" she asked curiously.
"Sunclaw just said that the spikes on those cliffs didn't exist a year ago, so they must have formed recently. The only change during this time is the arrival of the black dragons in Helderon. I suspect these spikes were formed from the conflict between the black dragons and the Gorons!"
The Gorons are descendants of the Gronn of Gronnd, Titan creations. The Magnaron, devolved from giants, were corrupted by spores and further devolved into Gorons, half flesh and blood, half rock. Gorons are of average intelligence, only good at hunting.
However, they are known as the Children of the Earth and are still rock beings. Their best, the Goron King Gruul, is a demigod who knows a little about the power of the earth. Isn't it normal for him to control rocks?
Galen guesses that these spikes were formed in the battle between the Gorons and the black dragons. The Gorons cannot fly, but they can release rock spikes. Therefore, Blade's Edge Mountains in later generations were likely formed in the battle between the black dragons and the Gorons. This kind of life-and-death tribal war is fierce and frequent. Countless mountain-like spikes rising from the ground changed the terrain of Gorgrond. In the end, the Gorons won the war, and Gruul earned the title of Dragonslayer.
Galen combined the Blade's Edge Mountains of his previous life with the Gorgrond terrain of the alternate Draenor, compared it with what he saw before him, and the more he thought about it, the more reliable his guess seemed.
The army arrived at the former territory of the Whiptail tribe and began to set up camp. When night fell, Sunclaw and his scouts returned.
"Lord, a great battle just took place in the northern mountain corridor. The two sides fighting were the Gorons and the black flying creatures that attacked us before."
It seems that Neltharion has already fought with Gruul. However, Galen felt that Gruul should not be able to defeat the Black Dragon King. Neltharion is at the peak of a demigod and has the advantage of flight. Gruul can only defend passively on the ground.
Galen thought for a while. Although the Gorons' intelligence is mediocre, the demigod-level Goron King can still be communicated with. After Gruul is pinned to the ground and rubbed by Neltharion, he will find a chance to form an alliance.
Giving help in the nick of time is perfect!
So Galen was not in a hurry. He began to build extensively in the Whiptail Highlands, planning the Whiptail Fortress, and built a large number of arcane towers, using the arcane towers' built-in map-opening skills to secretly observe the great battle between the Gorons and the black dragons in the north.
Gorgrond, North.
On the ruins of Everbloom Wilds, the originally lush spore life has all withered, and the land that originally had some green vegetation remaining is now unrecognizable.
A giant black dragon, hundreds of meters long, is circling low around Everbloom Wilds. Its outstretched wings cover the sky, the only shortcoming being the armor attached to its body. The armor on its chest and abdomen is silver-gray, and the armor on its back and wings is still black.
This giant black dragon is Neltharion. He was damaged at the connection points of his armor by Galen, causing his body to be unstable. He was chased by the three dragon aspects as if he were a stray dog. After much consideration, he decided to replace the adamantium armor with elementium armor.
It was just that when this major project was only halfway through, his son Nefarian sent news of Draenor, and he had to stop the progress of the replacement and come to this world in person to establish a black dragon kingdom.
Under the flapping of his wings, the land of Everbloom Wilds began to crack, boulders rolled on the ground, dead trees all sank underground, magma spewed out from the ground, the surrounding water was instantly evaporated, and the air in the entire area began to distort, a sign of excessive temperature.
"The pain and suffering of the earth burn fiercely in my hatred! In the shadow of my wings, everything in Draenor will turn to ashes!"
Neltharion was immersed in his supreme power. This feeling of being able to do whatever he wanted and change the world at will made him high!
The original Barren Lands had become a geographical environment similar to the Burning Steppes, with extremely high temperatures, magma everywhere, and scorched earth.
After an unknown amount of time, the Black Dragon King stopped and looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction.
The black dragon kingdom he created has already taken its initial shape.
At this time, a black dragon smaller than Neltharion flew over from the south, landed next to the Black Dragon King, and then transformed into a powerful human.
"Father, the first batch of hatched whelps have all died in battle. The Gorons killed them!" The humanoid black dragon's tone was somewhat annoyed, obviously full of dissatisfaction with the Gorons.
"It doesn't matter, Sabellian. Those dragon whelps were all hatched from Alexstrasza's dragon eggs, turned into mindless freaks in my magic, and succumbed to my commands. They are just products of my environmental testing of Draenor."
Sabellian is also a son of the Black Dragon King, but he was not hatched from the dragon eggs of the Dragon Queen Sinestra, and can only be regarded as Nefarian and Onyxia's half-brother.
Neltharion also turned into a human form, his iron jaw on his chin being very conspicuous. He pointed to the completely changed terrain of Everbloom Wilds and let Sabellian watch his masterpiece.
"This is the kingdom I created for the children!"
"How wonderful this world is, how fresh the air is!" Neltharion's tone became somewhat manic. "There are no damned red dragons, green dragons, bronze dragons, or blue dragons here. Even the whispers in my ears have become barely audible! This is the perfect kingdom for the black dragons!"
"Of course, Father, if there were not those large reptiles called Gorons, this world would be even more wonderful!" Sabellian provoked a little. In his eyes, his father was so powerful that he was invincible, and destroying the Gorons was simply a piece of cake!
"I will destroy those Gorons, kill their king, Sabellian. You arrange for those dragonmen to take care of the dragon eggs, and I will lead the warriors of the Black Dragon Legion to set off, destroy the Gorons, and scatter their flesh and blood on the black dragon's land!"
"Roar!"
Neltharion transformed once more, a colossal behemoth soaring into the sky, its shadow blotting out the sun.
A resounding dragon's roar followed, so loud that even Galen, far to the south in Gorgrond, could faintly sense the commotion in the north.
Through the gaps in the black dragon king's elementium armor, the searing magma within his chest was visible. His massive, iron-clad jaw made him appear utterly fearsome: "Children of the Black Dragonflight, follow me to the hunt!"
Hundreds of black dragons beat their wings, following the Black Dragon King as he flew towards the southwestern Gorgrond Canyon, where Gruul's lair was located.
Sabellian, meanwhile, led the four-legged dragonkin to begin moving the dragon eggs, placing them in suitable locations to await hatching.
In Gorgrond Canyon, Gruul, the leader of the Gronn, sensed the intrusion. He led his offspring out of their caves, confronting the attacking black dragons in the canyon.
Gronn were a race of enormous giants, half flesh and blood, half rock. They were immense in stature, the smallest exceeding seven meters, while Gruul, the leader of the Gronn, stood a towering ten meters tall.
The Gronn thundered through the canyon, the earth trembling with each step. Their single eyes were fixed on the black dragons in the sky, as they casually tore down sharp stone pillars from the cliff edges, wielding them as weapons.
Besides the towering Gronn, Gorgrond Canyon was also home to a group of cyclops, over three meters tall, and obese ogre magi, who served as vassals to the Gronn, wielding crude weapons and following behind their masters.
This was nearly the pinnacle of a clash between the overlord dragons of Azeroth and the overlord Gronn of Draenor, both with some connection to the Titans.
"You foolish reptiles, you murdered my black dragon children! I will flay you alive, you wretched, cowardly reptiles, and let you know the consequences of opposing the Black Dragonflight!"
Neltharion had not been particularly angry before, at most annoyed that the Gronn were hindering his efforts to establish a black dragon kingdom. But then, on the mountains of Gorgrond Canyon, he saw the corpses of young dragons impaled on sharp rock spikes.
This sight ignited his rage. Though they were merely young dragons with twisted souls, the Black Dragon King roared in fury.
How could the demigod-like Gronn King be deterred by mere threats?
He stepped forward and declared loudly, "Outsiders, this is Gronn land, the mountains of Gruul the Dragonkiller! You have defiled it! I give you two choices: either leave, or be impaled on the rocks like your whelps!"
"Heh heh heh!"
The Black Dragon King chuckled coldly, magma dripping from his jaw and melting the rock beneath him. At this moment, he felt that his dignity as the Black Dragon King, Deathwing, was being slighted by the reptile before him.
His authority had been challenged.
"You are bold. You do not know who you face!" Neltharion prepared to attack, his wings beating to create a massive whirlwind, sending dust and stones flying through Gorgrond Canyon.
"I am Deathwing, the Destroyer, the End of All Things, unstoppable and unyielding! Now I will tell you, this world is mine!"
"Impossible!"
Gruul was enraged by Deathwing's arrogant words. With a roar, he hurled a massive boulder, charged with power, straight at Deathwing's chest!
The black dragon's wings fanned it away, shattering the boulder into dust. In the next moment, Gruul charged towards Neltharion , roaring, his thick shoulders, adorned with black rock spikes, slamming into the black dragon's body. The impact shattered the surrounding cliffs, sending rocks tumbling down the fractured mountainside.
As the dust settled, Gruul was dazed by the impact. Deathwing raised his right claw and seized Gruul's head!
At that moment, the other black dragons reacted, screeching as they beat their wings and dove from the sky, attacking all ground-based life in Gorgrond Canyon.
Deathwing exerted his right claw, preparing to crush Gruul's skull, but found that Gruul had seized his claws with both hands, forcefully prying them open.
This was Gruul, the Gronn King, Son of the Earth! One of Draenor's few demigods, an existence even more terrifying than the four Elemental Furies and the two birds and a snake.
In both physique and strength, Gruul had reached the pinnacle of the Gronn, approaching their ancestors, the Magnaron. His raw strength even surpassed that of the Black Dragon King before him. Most importantly, as long as his feet remained on the earth, Gruul could manipulate the power of the land.
Gruul grasped Deathwing's claws, preventing him from moving. Then, a multitude of rock spikes erupted from the ground around him, stabbing directly at the black dragon's body!
The spikes shattered upon contact with the Black Dragon King's armor, unable to penetrate the thick plating.
The Black Dragon King was humiliated by the reptile in his eyes. This was an insult in his draconic life. He beat his wings, and a violent wind threw Gruul against a stone wall. Then, he angrily took a deep breath, and scorching magma spewed from his mouth, aimed directly at the Gronn King crashing into the rock wall.
The battle in the canyon was equally fierce, and the black dragons did not have the upper hand. Gruul had seven powerful offspring, each formidable in their own right. They wielded cone-shaped clubs, knocking the black dragons out of the sky. These clubs were sharp spikes broken from the mountains.
The fallen black dragons were pinned to the ground by the Gronn, who tore off their wings, then stomped on their bodies, crushing their necks with their massive feet.
One of the most formidable Gronn did not use a rock club as a weapon. He simply pulled a black dragon from the sky with his bare hands, then tore off its wings with his hands. Then, he sank his bloodthirsty maw into the black dragon's neck, tearing off a chunk of dragon flesh, throwing his head back, and swallowing the raw meat in one gulp.
Galen used the arcane tower to observe the entire battle. Watching this son of Gruul devour black dragon meat, he guessed that this guy might be Gorgrom the Dragon Eater. He was so fierce.
It seemed that this nickname was not self-proclaimed, but rather a true testament to his achievements, acknowledged by others. He had actually eaten a dragon!
Originally, he wanted to offer help in someone's hour of need, but later, observing Gruul's fighting style, he realized that this guy's intelligence was lacking. He estimated that if he went over to discuss an alliance, he would be attacked indiscriminately. Therefore, Galen changed his plans. He would wait for Gruul to be defeated and killed by the Black Dragon King, then seize the opportunity to collect his spirit and resurrect him.
An alliance is a relationship of equality. Galen's allies have the right to choose not to listen to his orders. But if I collect your soul and resurrect your body, then you will have no choice. If I tell you to fight black dragons, you will fight black dragons. If I tell you to deal with orcs, you will deal with orcs.
Well, if you didn't die, and by some miracle escaped from Deathwing's hands, I would also send you on your way.
The great battle continued, and Galen had already abandoned the main force, sneaking north with Alleria, who insisted on coming along. He needed to seize the opportunity as soon as possible to obtain Gruul's soul!
In Gorgrond Canyon, the Seven Sons of Gruul, along with the ogre magi and the Blade Tooth ogres, were locked in a fierce battle with the Black Dragonflight, the situation a complete stalemate.
The black dragons had the advantage in the air, but their magma breath required them to get within a certain distance to attack the creatures on the ground. So, they repeatedly tried to swoop down, breathe fire, and then use their hind claws to blind the Gronn's single eye.
However, the lower they got to the ground, the greater the risk of being impaled by suddenly emerging spikes, so for a time, the black dragons and the Gronn were unable to gain the upper hand.
The real deciding factor in this war was the two demigod-level leaders: Deathwing and Gruul the Dragonkiller.
By this time, Gruul had already had most of his body scorched by Deathwing's magma breath. The entire right half of his body was unable to move. If the Gronn weren't a life form that was half flesh and blood, half rock, he might have already fallen.
However, the Black Dragon Aspect wasn't doing well either. After being injured, Gruul was like a wild beast that had lost its mind, willing to trade injury for injury to attack the Black Dragon Aspect.
Gruul endured the burning sensation on his body and roared as he leaped up from the ground, desperately grabbing Deathwing's thick tail. Taking advantage of the black dragon's struggle to swing its tail, Gruul's entire body reached the back of the Black Dragon Aspect.
"Reptile! Get off!"
Deathwing twisted his thick neck, and the dragon's head unleashed another full-force magma breath at Gruul.
Gruul raised his injured left arm to shield himself, his right hand desperately clawing at the gaps in the armor on Deathwing's back!
Deathwing's back armor was still the elementium armor jointly crafted by his servants, the Drogbar and the goblins, ten thousand years ago. Its strength was not comparable to the original armor, and it was quickly being torn out of shape by Gruul!
At this moment, Galen had already arrived at the outskirts of Gorgrond Canyon. From afar, he noticed the battle between Deathwing and Gruul. Moreover, he saw some strange orange-red tentacles probing out from the cracks behind the Black Dragon Aspect, disgusting and evil.
However, judging from the current situation, Gruul was already on the verge of defeat. Although they were both demigods, Gruul was a third-generation degraded version of the demigod Grond, created by the Titan Aggramar.
The Black Dragon Aspect, on the other hand, was the Earth-Warder, granted great power by the Titan Khaz'goroth, guarding the land and abyss of the world of Azeroth. He represented the power of the world and was the king of close combat!
Gruul's frontal melee confrontation with the Black Dragon Aspect could only be said to be courageous, but he would soon lose. The only reason Gruul was still persisting was that Deathwing wanted to play with him as much as possible before killing him, to torture this reptile who had killed the black dragon whelps.
Gruul could be defeated, but Deathwing couldn't emerge unscathed. This was not in line with Galen's expectations!
Instructing Alleria to stay put and not act rashly, Galen used Haste to quickly approach the battlefield of one dragon and one Gronn.
Galen quietly hid behind a boulder and then secretly contacted Medivh and Gandalf!
This time, he was not fighting alone. He needed two mages close to demigod level to cast a joint spell through the connection of the Heart of Origin: Mage Hand!
This was a basic spell required for all mage apprentices, used for remotely operating dangerous arcane experiments!
Far away in Ashran, Gandalf and Medivh in Kharazan had already sat down cross-legged, holding magic potions in their hands to replenish their mana at any time. Subsequently, vast magical power began to gather on Galen.
Under the precise operation of Galen's mental power, the vast magical power aimed at Deathwing's spine!
Gruul's left shoulder had already been carbonized by the attack of the magma breath. The rocky part had melted into magma and flowed away, but his right hand was still desperately prying at the gaps in the armor plates!
Now is the time, let me lend you a hand, friend Gruul!
Mage Hand slammed into the deformed armor!
Crack! Pop!
The sound of metal deforming and rivets falling off was still very harsh even amidst Gruul's painful roar!
Deathwing was shocked!
This situation gave him a sense of déjà vu!
Sure enough, the largest and most central steel plate on his back had warped upward at a forty-five-degree angle! There were still many orange-red tentacles clinging between the steel plate and the flesh!
Deathwing roared in pain! He began to struggle violently, magma-like dragon blood splattering everywhere. An ogre magi was accidentally splashed with dragon blood and half of its body was melted before it could react, passing away peacefully.
Galen pressed his advantage. The feeling of playing dirty tricks and stabbing someone in the back filled his heart with an indescribable sense of pleasure. He said in the mental link, "Increase the output!"
Subsequently, Mage Hand plunged fiercely into Deathwing's flesh. Galen only felt a burning, scorching pain in his mental power, almost causing him to bite his tongue. Then, he quickly dispersed this feeling and transmitted it to Gandalf and Medivh!
The faces of the two archmages in the distance, who had originally been sitting quietly and unmoved, suddenly widened their eyes, and a feeling of suffocation rushed straight to the top of their heads!
Galen didn't care so much and put all his mental power into drilling down, finally feeling a hard object!
Gritting his teeth, Mage Hand separated the surrounding magma-like flesh and then grabbed the round, hard object and lifted it up a bit!
In Gruul's crazed and bloodshot eyes, he saw the flesh on the back of the black dragon Deathwing suddenly bulge, and then the flesh was squeezed, and a white, round bone appeared!
This reminded Gruul of the spine he had extracted from prey when hunting wild beasts!
His eyes showed the final madness, and his intact right hand grabbed this section of the spine fiercely!
"Aww! Aww!"
Deathwing's dragon roar had already become somewhat distorted and hoarse! This was a severe injury he had never suffered! Even when the four Dragon Aspects ganged up on him ten thousand years ago, he had never endured such unbearable pain!
Deathwing didn't even care about his majesty as the Black Dragon Aspect, Deathwing, the Endbringer, and directly rolled around on the ground, trying to break free from Gruul's hand.
The rolling of these two behemoths caused chaos in the valley. The surrounding ogres and ogre magi were all caught in the crossfire and crushed into pieces of meat. The remaining black dragons also did not dare to stay any longer and flapped their wings to leave the valley.
In the struggle, Deathwing's wings blasted out Gruul's single eye, and finally, with his long neck, he hooked his head back and bit off Gruul's right arm.
Deathwing struggled to fly up, staggering as he flapped his wings, and Gruul's body fell weakly from his back.
The black dragons in the sky cheered in victory with dragon roars, celebrating the victory of their Dragon Aspect.
However, this victory cheer was really harsh to Deathwing's ears. He roared and flew away towards the northeast.
The group of black dragons trembled because of the Dragon Aspect's roar and did not dare to lift their heads. Only Galen noticed that Deathwing's two hind legs and tail were drooping downwards!
Gruul had injured him!
Galen finally understood the joy of Kil'jaeden the Deceiver.
For a melee class to play intrigues, without having to raise a blade and hack away, anyone who tries it will know!
When everyone thought that Kil'jaeden, who obtained the title of Deceiver, was a caster with outstanding intelligence, who could have imagined that he was actually the defense officer among the original three Eredar giants.
That's right, Kil'jaeden was a powerful figure skilled in melee combat, who formed the Argus Triumvirate with the priest Velen and the Eredar mage Archimonde.
And Archimonde, who looked like a melee powerhouse, twisting the strongest demigod, Malorne the White Stag, his core class was Eredar Awakener, later transitioning into a warlock using fel magic!
Galen suppressed the restlessness in his heart, reminding himself not to forget his original intention and never to fall!
Maintaining his state of invisibility, Galen entered Gorgrond.
At this time, the Gronn tribe was in chaos, their king was about to die.
Gruul was struggling to sit up with his incomplete body, leaning against the stone wall. If his chest didn't have a faint rise and fall, and the Origin Heart hadn't prompted the collection of a heroic soul, Galen would have thought Gruul had already kicked the bucket.
The seven sons of Gruul surrounded their father, warily watching the ogres and cyclopes around them. They were all slaves of the Gronn, and now was the weakest time for the Gronn tribe, they feared these slaves would rebel.
Sure enough, the cyclopes and ogres surrounded them in small groups. They might have wanted to check on Gruul's condition, but their leaders' eyes darted around, obviously harboring ulterior motives.
The strongest son of Gruul, the Dragonslayer Grolrom, slammed his arms heavily on the ground, roaring to deter the approaching ogres and cyclopes.
The ogres and cyclopes looked terrified, seemingly recalling the scene of Grolrom tearing apart a black dragon with his bare hands.
Unfortunately, not long after, Gruul's chest stopped rising and falling, his blood-covered head drooped weakly onto his chest, and with a final kick, he croaked.
Galen, still in a state of invisibility, also received a prompt, discovering an orange-quality demigod heroic soul. He was asked if he wanted to collect it.
With the confirmation command issued, a huge, translucent soul ascended from Gruul's broken corpse.
At this time, the ogres and cyclopes also discovered the fall of the Gronn King, and for a moment, they became restless.
The seven sons of Gruul roared angrily in unison, but it was useless. The leader of the Ogre Magi had already decided to run away and become independent.
At this time, a commotion came from behind, it was Galen who had finished collecting the heroic soul and revealed himself from invisibility. The ogres, already somewhat restless, saw a creature smaller than themselves appear, raised their big wooden clubs, and wanted to attack, but were directly swatted away by Galen's Mage Hand.
Subsequently, Galen's mental power split into a second Mage Hand, pushing aside the gathered ogres and cyclopes, and arrived in front of the Gronn.
Roar!
The Dragonslayer Grolrom stretched his neck and roared at Galen, spitting saliva at Galen's feet. How could Galen tolerate this?
He directly manipulated the Mage Hand to slap Grolrom on the forehead, sending the Dragonslayer staggering. Then, he slapped him again, and the Dragonslayer fell face down to the ground. Subsequently, Galen extended his hands and made a pounding motion, and the Gronn saw their strongest member, Grolrom, being repeatedly struck on the head.
Once, twice, three times!
Until his entire head was embedded in the ground.
The creatures in Gorgrond fell silent, not daring to make a sound, fearing that they would be the next unlucky ones. Who could have imagined that a small creature could crush the powerful Gronn?
"If you don't want Gruul to die, get out of the way, I can save him!"
Galen issued a mental whisper, and all the creatures understood Galen's meaning.
The seven sons of Gruul led the Gronn to make way, while the ogres and cyclopes looked at each other, slowly retreating.
It wasn't that they didn't want to stop him, but they were very afraid of Galen's power. Grolrom was subdued in a few moves, let alone them?
Galen came to Gruul's corpse and took a look.
It was really tragic, this corpse could be described as rags, the entire left arm had disappeared from the shoulder blade, the wound was already carbonized, the right arm was broken at the elbow, and the broken arm was still holding a piece of white object resembling a spinal bone. He had broken a small section of Deathwing's spine!
Awesome, boss!
Galen was also not polite, Gruul's was his, first he took the spinal bone, and then tied the broken arm back with rock pillars.
Galen slammed hard on the ground, and a deep pit that could accommodate Gruul's body appeared. Then, he took out wooden barrels one by one, and poured the liquid from the wooden barrels directly into it. This was the Spring of Life he had preserved, not rum.
"You, you, and you, lift your father's body into the pool!"
Those named were Gruuloc, Skarr, and Doon. They felt the powerful life energy in the pool, and were overjoyed, with hope bursting in their eyes.
Skarr lifted his head, Gruuloc and Doon lifted his legs, and put Gruul into the pool.
At this time, Gruul's heroic soul was completely absorbed by the Altar of Kings. Using the newly built Altar of Kings on the Tail Lash Plateau, Galen summoned Gruul's soul.
As soon as the soul appeared, the Gronn, ogres, and cyclopes all knelt down, because Gruul's previous rule was too brutal, and he would swallow ogres alive if he didn't agree with them.
"Go and take out the treasures you have collected, and select some useful items for me to inscribe the resurrection ritual."
Roar!
The Gronn on the periphery hurried to the largest cave, which was Gruul's lair, and the treasures with energy fluctuations that they usually collected were hidden inside.
Gruul had only died for a while, his corpse was not yet cold, the flesh and blood were still active, and while soaking in the water of the Spring of Life, the flesh and blood on the broken arm began to grow, and the wound began to heal, but the left arm was considered useless, unless our biology master Nefarian could inject him with some troll genes to awaken the ability to regenerate.
Medivh was summoned over to prepare to inscribe the resurrection magic circle. Unfortunately, the Gronn tribe was too poor, and most of the treasures were worthless. Medivh and Galen took out their own pockets to gather the materials for the magic circle.
Nefarian also came over from Azeroth, and Galen was preparing to install a dragon claw from a dragon on Gruul. Originally, Galen wanted to install a metal arm for him, or a huge chainsaw, but now he didn't have the talent in this area, the technology couldn't keep up, so he could only choose to connect Gruul with a Qilin dragon arm.
Medivh was over there resurrecting Gruul, while Galen was contemplating whether to pursue the victory and take advantage of Deathwing's missing spine to attack him at his doorstep, pinning him to the ground and exacting revenge.
The more Galen thought about it, the more tempted he became.
He couldn't suppress the restlessness in his heart!
So Galen took stock of the trump cards he held: the demigod naaru K'ure, De'ore, the demigod golden dragon Nefarian and Onyxia, and the newly acquired Gronn King Gruul.
He could also secretly summon Partiasstraz, whose strength had been enhanced by the Red Dragon Queen, and Aegwynn, who had obtained most of the Guardian's magic, could barely be considered a demigod. Finally, he could use his own King's Call to borrow the power of a demigod.
Eight ordinary demigods against an injured Deathwing.
Galen thought it was reliable.
After taking stock, Galen felt a surge of joy. He hadn't realized that he had unknowingly accumulated such powerful trump cards that he could contend with the masters of Azeroth, the night elves!
Stay low-key, stay low-key!
Galen composed his somewhat excited mood and began to use the Heart of Origin to call people, notifying Onyxia, Paltiasstraz, and Aegwynn to go to the Crusader Fortress and wait for orders in Ashran via the portal!
He rummaged through Gruul's Lair, hoping to find some good things.
However, most of them were ore raw materials, and there were also many orc-style weapons that Galen didn't like. The main reason was that Draenor's craftsmanship was somewhat low. Even if there were shamans among the orcs and mages among the ogres, their ability to create top-quality equipment was really lacking.
The only race with a glorious civilization, the arakkoa, had also experienced a civilization discontinuity. Now, the arakkoa empire could only rely on excavating the legacies of their ancestors in the hope of returning to its peak. The later ogre empire also joined in the digging, and archaeological tomb raiding was rampant.
In the end, Galen found two treasures from this collection: a shield full of draenei style, with the unique emblem of the Aldor on it, and three crystals arranged in a triangle.
There was also a one-handed sword in the style of the arakkoa empire. This long sword exuded the cold glow of arcane magic, and the inverted triangular blade was full of beauty.
Needless to say, it was for Gandalf.
Galen planned to directly pour the remaining pile of ore into the Town Hall and convert it into golden energy. It had been a long time since he had harvested so many spoils of war from other forces. It could only be said that the orcs were really poor. After fighting them for two or three years, apart from absorbing some valuable heroic spirits, they had not contributed a single valuable thing.
He couldn't possibly collect their weapons and melt them down, right?
Considering Galen's reputation, he couldn't ransack the Warsong clan's homeland. Whether he could break even in the end depended on whether Hellfire Citadel and the Shadowmoon clan's lairs had anything valuable.
At this moment, Galen felt the ground shaking. A Gronn more than ten meters tall walked in, followed by Medivh and Nefarian.
After being resurrected, Gruul was still a little listless. Even with the nourishment of the Fountain of Life, blood loss couldn't be recovered so quickly, especially since Nefarian's transplantation of the dragon arm was quite violent, cutting flesh and connecting nerves while using holy light to heal and prevent massive bleeding. The process was simply torture.
Fortunately, Gruul was simple-minded and not intelligent enough, otherwise he would have given Nefarian the nickname of mad doctor.
Galen looked up at Gruul at this time, more than ten meters tall, with blood-red skin, a mixture of flesh and rock in many places, and many black spikes protruding from his body. His left arm was a thick, blue-purple dragon claw.
It seemed that Nefarian's chromatic dragon research was progressing well. Galen felt a special aura on this dragon claw.
"Gruul greets his master!"
Gruul landed on his two front claws, looking like a squatting puppy waiting for his master's orders.
"Well, it's starting to look the part."
This was said to Nefarian. This transplantation technique was not bad. No wonder he was able to create five-headed dragons later.
"But it's far from enough."
Gruul's back tightened when he heard this, fearing another transplantation experiment.
"Nefarian, take Gruul to Molten Core and customize a set of steel armor for him, and add two more weapons. In a month, we will encircle and suppress the black dragons in the north!"
Although Galen wanted to chase after and beat a drowning dog now, the Black Dragon King did not come to Draenor alone. He brought at least half of the Black Dragonflight's power. Galen needed to mobilize a large army, and then soldiers would face soldiers, and the king would face the king.
It was now June of the sixth year after the opening of the Dark Portal. His gryphon knights had already exceeded ten thousand. The third gryphon knight regiment after the Wings of Freedom and Wings of the Storm was officially established, named: Void Wings.
The dragonhawk knights, who had been hidden by Galen for many years, were also officially dispatched to Draenor. There were not many of them. Galen directly framed three thousand dragonhawk knights to form the Rift Wings Dragonhawk Knight Regiment.
These three gryphon knight regiments and one dragonhawk knight regiment were the main force against the Black Dragonflight this time. At the same time, Galen also got more than a hundred ballistae from Stromgarde.
These were originally city defense weapons on the Walls of Thoradin. Later, Galen built hundreds of arrow towers behind the Walls of Thoradin and they were eliminated. This time, he transported this batch of old weapons over and trained the ogres. Two ogres could control a huge crossbow bed in the eyes of humans, and they could quickly form a ground dragon hunting unit.
In the following month, the seven sons of Gruul led the ogres and cyclopes as vanguards, and Galen and Alleria led the Thunder Legion and Gale Legion to fight everywhere behind them.
The entire southern Gorgrond fell into Galen's hands. The remnants of the Laughing Skull clan in the Death's Shadow area south of Gorgrond, the Thunderlord Stronghold of the Thunderlord clan in the central part, and the Mok'Nathal Village in the southeast were all brought under the control of the Crusaders.
Faced with a powerful army, the three clan chiefs, Gam Wolfbrother, Leoroxx, and Kaz, had to choose to submit. Galen temporarily incorporated their warriors into the ogre dragon hunting army, and after they had seen the Crusaders' crushing power against the dragons, he moved them to Nagrand Halaani Fortress.
Now, apart from the area where the black dragons are in the north, no one can face Galen's military might!
Galen paced back and forth, carefully examining Gruul in his full armor. He clicked his tongue in amazement. Alleria, standing beside him, also wore a look of surprise, wondering how she would cope if she encountered such an enemy.
Gruul was now covered from head to toe in heavy, silver-gray armor. His helmet had only a single observation slit for his eye. A massive shield was mounted on his left arm, his fist adorned with jagged iron spikes. His right arm was wrapped in thick iron chains, and he wielded a huge iron claw in his right hand.
Because their primary opponent this time was the black dragon, the entire suit of armor was covered with fire-resistant runes.
This was a creation of the united efforts of the Black Iron dwarves, goblins, and gnomes, representing the highest level of forging and engineering technology in Azeroth. Galen was particularly fond of the mechanical grappling claw.
It reminded him of a certain character, which was quite amusing.
With Gruul's return, Galen's plan to unify Gorgrond officially began.
Gruul led the Ogres as the vanguard, with the Thunder Legion and Gale Legion following behind. The Sons of Gruul carried huge siege hammers on their backs, each followed by a logistics team composed of orcs who had submitted, responsible for transporting giant stone cannonballs.
Originally, Galen had intended to equip them with high-tech artillery, but the black dragons had the advantage of flight and were quite fast. The firing and reloading speed of artillery was too slow, and the Ogres, with their low intelligence, lacked accuracy. It was better to provide them with stones for their specialized throwing.
Behind the Ogre units, one hundred ballistae were pushed by ogres. These ballista bolts had specially made armor-piercing tips and were connected with ropes. If they hit a black dragon, the ogres and cyclopes would pull the ropes, dragging the black dragon to the ground.
The Riftwing Dragonhawk Knight Regiment was also equipped with special capture nets. Dragons themselves had a certain resistance to magic, making the Dragonhawk Knights' original signature skill, Aerial Shackles, difficult to use. Therefore, Galen replaced it with a physical binding net.
Aerial Shackles: Immobilizes an aerial enemy unit within magical shackles, preventing movement, attack, or spellcasting.
Galen's strategic goal this time was to kill Deathwing. As for the other members of the Black Dragonflight, Galen's main idea was to capture them alive and Lightforge them, increasing the number of Golden Dragons.
Therefore, the Free Wing, Storm Wing, and Void Wing Gryphon Knight Regiments would act as support, assisting the three thousand Dragonhawk Knights in their capture operation.
As the army entered the north, Galen clearly felt that the temperature here was much higher than in the south, but compared to the Burning Steppes, this bit of heat was nothing.
Soon, the Black Dragonflight discovered these uninvited guests. With such a menacing approach, even an idiot would know that a great battle was about to begin!
Soon, a large group of black dragons took to the sky!
On the ground, more than two thousand four-legged dragonmen and bipedal dragonkin, each over three meters tall, rushed out, holding thick spears in their hands, forming ranks in front of their nests.
Without superfluous words, the Ogres and the black dragons had just fought a life-or-death battle a month ago, and the Ogre clan had almost been wiped out by the black dragons. If Galen hadn't secretly intervened, severely injuring the Black Dragon King, the Ogre clan would have already disappeared from Gorgrond.
Without unnecessary movements, old enemies were bound to meet with extreme animosity. The Sons of Gruul couldn't suppress the anger in their hearts and directly grabbed the giant stone cannonballs from the supply wagons behind them, putting all their strength into their right arms and throwing them at the black dragons in the sky!
There were more than a hundred adult black dragons in the sky, and the remaining dense shadows were all young dragons that had hatched after arriving in Draenor.
The dragons dodged the first wave of giant stone attacks, and then, at the roar of the leading black dragon, the black dragons in the air began to dive, and the dragonkin and dragonmen on the ground charged forward with their weapons in a dense mass.
As the black dragons approached, their dragon mouths began to open, preparing to breathe dragon fire. Then, a large number of giant stones and ballista bolts rose into the air. This time, the distance was much closer, and the attacks were effective.
The cyclopes and ogres who hit their targets ignored the ballistae and directly began to pull on the ropes behind the bolts, dragging the black dragons down from the sky and then serving them with spiked clubs.
Galen had already thought it through. Those who could withstand a beating from the ogres and cyclopes without dying were likely adult black dragons. The black dragon whelps that died directly were too weak. Lightforging them would only be using them as cannon fodder. It was better to save the Lightforging slots.
The Golden Holy Dragonflight valued quality over quantity!
However, the attack didn't seem to be going smoothly. The black dragons were numerous, and some ballistae had already been hit by the black dragons' lava, bursting into flames.
The dragonmen and dragonkin had also charged to the front ranks of the Ogres, but at this time, the Thunderlord Clan, Laughing Skull Clan, and Mok'Nathal Clan warriors were already prepared. Led by the heavy infantry of the Thunder Legion, they crossed over the Ogres in front and made contact with the black dragons' ground forces.
Upon contact, the front-line shield wall of the Thunder Legion was directly broken up, and a large number of infantry were knocked flying. Fortunately, in order to cope with this powerful impact, Galen had specially arranged for the soldiers to form a five-layer shield wall.
After breaking through three layers of the shield wall, the last two shield walls barely managed to stop their advance.
At this time, Gruul finally made his move. With a swift wave of his right hand, an iron claw was quickly launched, targeting the black dragon that was roaring and commanding the black dragon army to attack.
The black dragon agilely flapped the wing on that side, directly dodging the attack, but the black dragon behind him was miserable. The iron claw directly hooked his dragon neck, and then the mechanical iron claw quickly retracted. The captured black dragon was pulled directly in front of the Ogre King by the massive force of Gruul through the iron chains, and then his head was blasted with a punch!
Galen saw that the battle here had attracted all of the Black Dragonflight, and Deathwing had not yet appeared. Galen was preparing to sneak in.
A section of Neltharion's spine had been dragged out by Gruul at the cost of his life. Even in this high-magic world, being able to heal such an injury, it would not be fully healed in a short time, right?
Three red signal flares rose into the sky. The Free Wing, Storm Wing, and Void Wing, in groups of three, guarded the Dragonhawk Knights and began to move out, carrying out the operation to capture the black dragons!
Galen cast invisibility on himself and Alleria, then pulled her towards the interior of the Black Dragon's lair.
Avoiding the pools of lava everywhere, crossing one small volcano after another spewing flames, they arrived at the very center.
At the entrance of a huge cave, a huge black dragon was lying there, completely limp. His body was covered with wounds and bloodstains, and his dragon eyes were lifeless, as if he had lost the desire to survive.
"It's Sabellian, the lieutenant of the Black Dragonflight, what happened to him?" Under visual sharing, a whisper came from his mind. Nefarian, who was preparing to teleport over at any time, recognized his brother.
"Look at his back!"