"I am Go'el, from the Mag'har orcish united clans! Mother Geyah sends her greetings!"
Go'el's words were like a bolt from the blue, shocking all the orcs present into a state of stunned silence!
Mag'har, in the orcish tongue, means 'pure ones,' signifying those uncorrupted.
As the Fireblade Clan, also living on the Nagrand plains, they knew that the Mag'har were a new clan formed by orcs who had refused to drink the blood of demons.
Even the Blackrock Clan, the Warsong Clan, the Bleeding Hollow Clan, and even their own Fireblade Clan, when they left Draenor for the Dark Portal, entrusted the old, weak, women, and children of their clans to the esteemed Mother Geyah!
More than a decade had passed, and the orcs of Azeroth had long believed that Draenor had been destroyed and all their relatives had perished. Now, they were receiving news from their kinsmen back home!
Draenor had not been destroyed, and their relatives were very likely still alive!
That would explain why the orcs surrounding them were unfamiliar faces!
They all looked so young; they were the newborns entrusted to Geyah back then!
"Are Ceska and Gorn doing well?" Dal Three-Blades asked in a trembling voice.
Ceska and Gorn were Old Dal's two grandsons who, like Garrosh and Draenosh, had been adopted by Mother Geyah ten years ago.
"They are doing well and are currently undergoing training as Honorbound Orcs!" an orc behind Go'el replied, wielding an axe.
This orc was slightly older than Go'el and appeared to be the second-in-command among them.
"You are…" Old Dar saw a familiar shadow in this orc, and upon closer inspection of his weapon, a replica of Gorehowl! "You are Grom Hellscream's son? Garrosh!"
"That's right, I am."
"Then, what are Honorbound Orcs?!"
Garrosh glanced at Old Dar, then at Go'el.
Go'el nodded to Garrosh, and Garrosh stepped forward, placing his hand on Eitrigg's chest under the gaze of a dozen high-ranking blademasters and a legendary blademaster.
"In the Light's name, please help me grant him new life."
(bro Garrosh becoming a paladin is like a goblin becoming a monk renouncing all earthly possesions xd)
As Garrosh chanted, a scorching and radiant energy burst forth from his body, rushing out through his fingertips and enveloping the old orc lying on the ground.
The pure power of the Holy Light flowed through Eitrigg's body, like a sacred fire, reshaping his physique.
The surrounding blademasters watched in astonishment as the old orc's wounds healed before their eyes, even the old injuries on his legs disappearing.
As the healing power gradually subsided, Garrosh easily returned behind Go'el, as if he had not expended much energy.
The Lightforged ritual of the Crusade was a power granted to the Cathedral by the Heart of Origin. The Cathedral infused the essence of the Holy Light into those who underwent the ritual, turning them into Lightforged.
When Galen entered the world of Draenor, among the Mag'har orcs living in Nagrand, there were fewer than a thousand adult warriors, and the rest were teenagers.
After the Mag'har allied with the Crusade, the orcish youths gradually learned about the evil deeds of their fathers in Azeroth and the truth about the orcs' fall.
When they came of age, they flocked to the front lines of Hellfire Peninsula, eagerly participating in the fight against the demons, all in pursuit of the orcs' former traditions and glory.
The young Garrosh Hellscream was also one of these youths. He felt deeply ashamed of his father's actions, and for redemption, he chose to serve the crusade, not only as a follower but also as a Lightforged, becoming the most elite Honorbound Orc!
In short, Galen Lightforged the strongest and youngest batch of Mag'har orcs, accomplishing something that High Exarch Yrel had failed to do in another timeline.
At this moment, Eitrigg suddenly groaned, his face pale and extremely weak, his sharp eyes filled with vigilance. He leaped to his feet, assuming a defensive crouch, and only relaxed after seeing that he was surrounded by orcs!
Eitrigg stroked his chest and legs with his massive green hands, where he had been injured, with an incredulous expression.
"Dal, what power healed my wounds?"
"The Light!"
Old Dal spat out the words through gritted teeth.
"The Light? Tyrion said it was the power of humans!" Eitrigg then noticed the young orcs in golden armor and golden warpaint on the outer ring. "It's you, why can you wield the Light!"
"We are Honorbound Orcs!" Garrosh said, "Now that you are awake, please come with us to where you belong!"
As soon as he said this, the orcish blademasters immediately tensed up, gripping their warblades, and the Honorbound Orcs also drew their battle axes.
The atmosphere was tense!
Even being Lightforged only increased their strength, and being converted into followers only increased their maximum loyalty, but their personality and strategy were not enhanced. The paladin training camp did not teach these things. If Galen knew that his Honorbound Orc leader was so reckless, he would probably add a cultural literacy class to the training camp!
Go'el stopped the impulsive Garrosh: "We mean no harm. We came from Draenor, only to bring you back to join the Draenor Allied Forces and fight against the demons of the Burning Legion together."
"Demons!"
When two factions from the same origin find it difficult to unite, throwing out a common enemy is likely to bring them together to fight side by side.
However, the name Draenor elicited the greatest reaction from Eitrigg, who had been unconscious earlier and had not heard the news about Draenor.
"Our homeland is still there, not destroyed!"
"Not only is it there, but it has also been well-governed by our allies," Go'el said, "I am Go'el, chieftain of the Mag'har United Clans, son of Durotan. This is Garrosh, son of Grom Hellscream."
Then Go'el pointed out an orc: "Jorin, son of Kilrogg."
Go'el continued, pointing out a female orc: "Sura, a female warrior of the Saurfang family!"
The sons of chieftains and the descendants of high-ranking warlords from the Frostwolf Clan, the Warsong Clan, the Bleeding Hollow Clan, and the Blackrock Clan, the largest clans among the orcs, had appeared!
Eitrigg suddenly came to his senses and said excitedly: "Your father is Durotan? His father is Grom? He is Kilrogg's son? I knew you looked familiar!"
The few who were named nodded, but their eyes remained sharply fixed on the blademasters holding weapons!
"So many years have passed, you have grown up, so you are the chieftain? What is the Mag'har United Clans?"
Eitrigg eagerly wanted to know the news from home, ignoring the tense atmosphere between the two sides. He looked at the other orcs standing behind Go'el, hoping to get a positive answer, but their proud faces were as cold as frost!
Among the honorbound orcs brought by Thrall, the older ones were Garrosh, Yorin, and Sora, all around twenty-three or twenty-four years old. Most of the rest were just adults, eighteen or nineteen years old, with Go'el being the youngest at only sixteen.
Before Garrosh arrived in Nagrand and allied with the Mag'har, these children had a hard life.
Firstly, there was a shortage of food. At the time, there were fewer than a thousand adult Mag'har orcs, and they had to defend against the corrupted and cruel Dark Blood Broken to the west. Not many warriors could be spared for hunting, so the harvest was naturally insufficient to feed everyone. It was common to be hungry one moment and full the next.
Galen's arrival, with Go'el as the link, eliminated the hostility between the two sides, and from then on, the Mag'har orcs embarked on a prosperous path!
Although life improved later, with no shortage of food or security, the Dark Blood Broken were forcibly conquered by Nubooton and the Kurenai. Those who could be saved were incorporated and sent back to receive the Naaru's healing, while those who couldn't be saved were helped to find release.
However, the young orcs were filled with resentment. The adults said that Draenor was about to be destroyed and that they had to find a new home for the orcs. However, the truth they learned from the highly respected Mother Geyah was that they had drunk the blood of demons, forgotten the honor of the orcs, and succumbed to the will of the Burning Legion!
Their fathers attacked the human homeworld, yet Galen, a human, chose to help the children of their enemies. It was clear who had the higher character.
Having been instilled with the ancient traditions of the orcs by Geyah since childhood, they guarded the last remaining honor of the orcs and therefore did not think highly of their green-skinned fathers.
This was why the young orcs proudly and coldly watched the blademasters and Eitrigg.
Eventually, Go'el introduced them to the new Horde, led by the Crusaders, which had broken through Hellfire Citadel and defeated Ner'zhul, as well as the current situation on Draenor where the allied forces were confronting the demons.
As for why Go'el was the chieftain of this group, naturally, there was someone behind him.
In the eyes of the orcs and even the various races of Draenor, Galen was naturally the greatest benefactor, even the conquered arakkoa thought so.
Go'el, as his appointed person and the great-grandson of Mother Geyah, naturally had the orthodox status. In addition, Go'el's outstanding talent, the favor of the elemental spirits, and his strength that crushed Garrosh after being forged by the Light made his becoming chieftain expected.
After listening, Eitrigg was incredulous. He stared at Go'el's sharp blue eyes, trying to find hope in the depths of his pupils.
Seeing that they still had concerns, Go'el simply laid his cards on the table. Two totem poles were inserted, and an earth elemental and a fire elemental instantly appeared, the pressure of the Legendary rank was unreserved, and even the heat waves curled Eitrigg's beard.
Eitrigg completely ignored it, his eyes full of hope!
"Elemental spirits! A shaman!"
After the Horde was defeated, Eitrigg, who had been scattered, chose to live in seclusion. After so many years of lonely suffering, his heart was filled with hope again!
His people had hope.
"I am willing to follow you, son of Durotan," Eitrigg said excitedly, "I will do my best to help you defeat the demons invading Draenor!"
Go'el nodded and placed his hand on the old orc's shoulder, indicating acceptance.
"No! Eitrigg!"
Old Dal spoke out to stop him.
"Warchief Orgrim is still rescuing compatriots in the internment camps in the Hillsbrad region. He needs your help!"
The originally eased atmosphere became serious again.
Eitrigg became the center of the confrontation between the two forces.
"No, I will not go to see Orgrim!" Eitrigg was an elder of the Blackrock clan and a rare wise man and commander. This could be seen from his later ability to become the warchief's senior advisor and serve as a military advisor.
Orgrim did need more orcs to help him, but not all orcs were willing to return to the old Horde.
The orcs who came to Azeroth were all young adults in their twenties and thirties. They were powerful in combat and came together to form the Horde with the goal of finding a new home for their families.
But!
The more loyal they were to the Horde, the more they valued honor, and the more they gnashed their teeth at deception.
The formation of the Horde was a deception!
Now that Eitrigg knew that Draenor had not been destroyed, the lofty goal of finding a new home for the clan was completely unnecessary and did not exist!
Suffering from the torment brought by the blood of the demons, coupled with the pain of living in deception for more than ten years, Eitrigg chose to ignore everything, ignoring Orgrim's call, and only wanted to return to his dream homeland!
"Eitrigg, you are betraying the warchief! The Horde!" Old Dal roared angrily, damn it, he had saved him for nothing!
"No, I am not betraying him. I am only doing it for a better future for the orcs! Because of Ner'zhul and Gul'dan's lies, the orcs have fallen into the abyss. I have no interest in the warchief's goal of occupying human lands."
"As for the Horde... it died the moment it failed in Blackrock Mountain!"
Old Dal was reminded of their memories of fleeing for more than ten years by Eitrigg's words. Finally, he sighed and said slowly, "You may be right. You go. We will save our compatriots in the internment camps ourselves!"
"Goodbye, old friend!"
Eitrigg signaled to Go'el that they could leave, but found that the young orcs still had not opened the encirclement to let the blademasters of the Burning Blade clan leave.
"What do you mean!"
"I just said it very clearly, please... you... come with us!"
"Listen carefully, it's you, everyone, no one can be missing! This is the order of the Highlord!"
Garrosh held a replica of Gorehowl across his chest, and the honorbound orcs followed suit, preparing for battle.
"Crusaders! It's the Crusaders again!" Old Dal roared angrily!
"I knew that Galen had a problem. His Crusaders are plotting something big, even extending their reach to our clan and poisoning our descendants. Eitrigg, wake up!"
"Humph! No one can insult my big brother!" Go'el, who had always been kind, changed his expression at this time!
Old Dal's words were like poking a hornet's nest, and all the honorbound orcs, including Go'el, were furious!
"Ha, you all stay here, don't even think about leaving!!!" Garrosh, who couldn't wait to fight, roared, and golden wings of light spread from his back, leading the way to swing his axe, using a Crusader Strike at the old blademaster!
There were eighteen Blademasters, surrounded by a full hundred Honorbound orcs.
However, these young fellows, under the tutelage of Geyah, held honor in their hearts and did not swarm to attack. Of the eighteen Blademasters, only eighteen golden orcs stepped forward, engaging in one-on-one combat!
Garrosh, Yorin, Sola, and other famous second-generation orcs were strong, fighting back and forth with the Firebrand Blademasters who were a dozen or two years older than them.
The remaining Honorbound orcs continued to maintain the blockade, cheering them on.
"Damn it! A bunch of ignorant pups! You are helping the sworn enemies of the orcs!" Old Dal's opponent was Garrosh. This old friend's descendant had a strong desire to fight and, relying on the healing power of the Holy Light, adopted a completely defense-abandoning fighting style, leaving the old Blademaster feeling quite stifled.
Especially since, apart from these eighteen combatants, there were even more Honorbound orcs watching them vigilantly.
"Tell me, you whelp of the Hellscream family, your father fought for the Horde, and yet you choose to be a dog for the humans!" Old Dal attempted psychological warfare.
"Old man, you don't understand anything! This is my choice, and the correct choice for all orcs. Only the Crusade can save the orcs, can change the fate of Draenor's destruction!"
Garrosh looked fanatical, not knowing what things Galen had taught them, that they would worship him so much.
"Little whelp! Do you really think we orcs can coexist peacefully with humans? The hatred between the two races has long developed into a state where it's either one or the other."
Old Dal tried to make a final persuasion.
"Green skins are green skins and brown skins are brown skins. You need to understand that we Mag'har have always stayed in Nagrand, never been polluted by demon blood, never participated in invading wars, and never stained our hands with the blood of innocent humans!"
As soon as Garrosh finished speaking, he suddenly felt a chill on his neck and immediately activated Divine Shield with vigilance!
The translucent golden barrier blocked Old Dal's fatal decapitation strike!
Just now, Old Dal took advantage of Garrosh's distraction during his long speech, seizing the opportunity to use a desperate leap attack to try and kill Garrosh.
However, Garrosh was also quite vigilant. A touch of Holy Light appeared, and then, with Divine Shield active, he activated Bloodlust, unleashing a storm of attacks with Avenging Wrath.
As the saying goes, a flurry of punches can kill a master. Garrosh's high-frequency output and Holy Light divine shield forced the old Blademaster to only passively block, then be pressed to the ground and worn down. He was old, his physical strength couldn't compare to that of a young man.
The fearless Honorbound orcs, able to fight, endure, and sustain, and the skilled Firebrand Blademasters, with high agility, high evasion, and high output, both sides were giving it their all.
At this time, an Honorbound orc seemed to be at a disadvantage, kicked to the ground by a high-level Blademaster. Seeing that the warblade was about to chop at his neck, the Honorbound orc directly activated Divine Shield, saving his life.
"Aha! Mar'kolo, are you okay? If not, hurry up and give up your position, there are plenty of brothers waiting to make a contribution!" An Honorbound orc with a raptor perched on his shoulder and a yellow panther lying at his feet loudly mocked his fallen comrade.
"Shut up, Leoroxx, be careful for I am the cook of the team!"
Roar!
Mar'kolo's words clearly provoked the falcon on Leoroxx's shoulder and the panther at his feet, and they both growled at Mar'kolo to warn him!
This group of Honorbound orcs were indeed once the young elites of various clans, but before being Lightforged, they each had their own training. Most of them were warriors, but it couldn't be ruled out that there were beastmaster hunters like Leoroxx.
"Heh…"
The battle was lively, but Eitrigg was in a dilemma. On one side were the descendants from Draenor, and on the other were the compatriots who had once fought on the battlefield together. He didn't know who he should help!
However, Eitrigg came from the Blackrock clan, residing in Gorgrond, while the Firebrand clan resided in the Nagrand grasslands. The two sides had only met a few times, and there was no emotional connection to speak of.
Unlike Old Dal and Grom Hellscream, who had supported each other in Azeroth for more than ten years, filled with camaraderie, he was also showing mercy to Garrosh.
"Chieftain Thrall, they…" Born from the same root, why should we slaughter each other so urgently? Seeing the orcs killing each other, Eitrigg looked worried.
"It's okay, the Honorbound orcs have a sense of proportion, and they are all combatants valued by Brother Galen, they won't let them die."
Thrall's tone was full of admiration for Grand Crusader Galen, which Eitrigg clearly saw. He didn't know if his choice was right or wrong, but he wanted to return to Draenor too much, to return to the land of his homeland!
"Breakthrough!"
Old Dal was clearly at a disadvantage. At this time, he sobered up and knew that if he didn't leave, the Firebrand clan's last Blademaster inheritance would be cut off. The low-level Blademasters around Orgrim couldn't bear the banner of the Firebrand clan at all, and the seeds must be preserved!
More than a dozen orc Blademasters each used Mirror Image. Most Blademasters could only split off one image, but Old Darr and a few top Blademasters directly split off two!
Then, dozens of orcs were seen advancing in all directions towards the Honorbound orcs' encirclement!
"Hey, old man, trying to run!" Garrosh suddenly exerted force to force the old Blademaster to change his move to dodge, and then, taking advantage of this gap, shouted loudly: "Honorbound Orcs! Consecration! Holy Light shines!"
All the Honorbound orcs waved the weapons in their hands, and the weapons burst out with dazzling light, while some of the Holy Light poured into the earth under their feet.
In such a large-scale group attack, the Honorbound orcs enjoyed being bathed in the Holy Light, while the Blademasters' Mirror Images exploded one after another under the scorching of the Holy Light, all disappearing.
And the Blademasters' real bodies could not open their eyes in the dazzling light, and even began to shed tears.
Soon, each Blademaster, in the moment of losing their combat power, was directly struck by Hammer of Justice, and then captured while unconscious.
"Let's go, Eitrigg, I'll take you back to Nagrand," Thrall said to the old orc.
Eitrigg once again witnessed the power of the Holy Light, and he could only say that the orcs lost fairly.
The Honorbound orcs escorted the Blademasters to Minas Tirith, while Thrall took Eitrigg back to Nagrand.
Thrall planned to let him see the lives of the Mag'har United Clan orcs first, and then voluntarily follow his Big Brother Galen, instead of directly and forcibly converting followers like these die-hard Blademasters.