Hogg opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but when no one else responded, he wisely closed his mouth.
Most of Vanessa's followers are people who are rumored to have died long ago, such as Kel'Thuzad, Mograine and Whitemane.
Then there are the cadres of the Defias Brotherhood, who are basically free from worries.
In the eyes of some people, the Legion's invasion of Draenor may seem dangerous, but it actually contains opportunities.
Being able to witness the battle between two major civilizations with your own eyes will be of great benefit to your own growth.
"Since everyone has no objections, it's been decided."
Vanessa's eyes were sharp: "From now on, we will do our best to acquire the fortress in the Land of the Falling Moon."
After the meeting, Hogg found Robbie in private, rubbed his hands and said:
"Actually, I miss Elwynn Forest and my family very much."
Robbie rolled his eyes at Hogg: "Why didn't you bring it up at the meeting if you wanted to go back?"
"How dare I!" Hogg said timidly, shrinking his neck, "I will be turned into a ghoul by Kel'Thuzad."
This guy adapts to the changing circumstances.
Robbie thought for a moment. Hogg had a very strict tone. He might as well explain the truth to him and lowered his voice:
"Hogg, since we are old friends, let me tell you the truth. This is an opportunity to make a lot of money."
Hogg blinked his small eyes, not knowing why.
Robbie said with a serious expression: "We have a great mage like Kel'Thuzad and a Naaru in our fortress. Our mage tower leads directly to Azeroth. Even if we encounter danger, we can escape in time. Now the land of the falling moon
Everyone wants to escape. As long as you hand over the fortress to us and pay a large sum of money, you can use our portal to return to Azeroth."
Hogg was relieved to learn that there was a portal, but he couldn't understand why Vanessa acquired the fortress.
Robbie smiled easily and said: "The commander and I have carefully analyzed that it was not the Burning Legion that invaded Draenor this time."
The world of Draenor is different from Azeroth in that there are no shields built by Titans.
When the Burning Barracks invades Draenor, you can take a Star Destroyer freely and there is no need to use a portal.
Just as Robbie expected, on the day Vanessa acquired the last fortress, a radiant portal suddenly appeared on the Nagrand prairie.
The first person to cross the portal was a tall and majestic orc, raising his blood roar high and roaring loudly:
"Draenor, Grom Hellscream is finally back."
Grom Hellscream's dress is very unusual. He wears a set of clean and tidy leather armor. His long hair is shaved off, his scalp is shaved clean, two sharp fangs disappear, and a set of sharp teeth in his mouth is worn.
The smooth, originally ferocious face turned out to be somewhat benevolent, and the brown skin was covered with a layer of golden holy light.
A lightforged orc.
Behind Hellscream was the shorter Kilrogg. Deadeye, wearing a white robe, dressed like a priest, holding a staff in his hand, and said in a low voice:
"With the protection of the Holy Light, we are finally back. Those days that we cannot look back on, hey!"
Kilrogg looked extremely lucky, as if he was surviving a disaster.
Then the person who stepped through the portal was Blackhand. Blackhand, wearing a set of golden plate armor, holding a shield in one hand and a Holy Pact in the other.
Ever since he was turned into an undead by Sylvanas, Blackhand has been living in suffering every day, but compared to the suffering he is experiencing now, it is nothing at all.
Now, Blackhand is a paladin, the undead paladin.
Blackhand muttered dissatisfied: "Who would have thought that the Holy Light Legion, which flaunts justice, would actually have a cooperative relationship with the Burning Legion."
Back then, the Iron Horde followed Amman'Thul and fell on the planet Argus, thinking they could join the Burning Legion.
Unexpectedly, I accidentally entered the outpost of the Holy Light Legion. After getting to know it, I found out that it was a Holy Light city built on the planet Argus, similar to an embassy.
Thus, the suffering of the Iron Tribe began. The Naaru forcibly infused them with the way of the Holy Light and turned them into devout light-forged orcs. The orcs suffered a lot.
Returning to the world of Draenor this time as the vanguard of the Legion of Light, the Lightforged Orcs shoulder the important mission of helping Velen regain control of the Draenei.
"Not all wanderers have lost themselves."
Velen crossed the portal with his staff and said with a gloomy expression:
"I heard someone speaking ill of the Holy Light behind his back."
Kilrogg immediately stood up, pointed at Black Hand and said:
"It's him. He said that the Holy Light Legion and the Burning Legion are the same."
Viren glared, and the staff in his hand shot out a golden light, lashing the black hand like a whip.
Blackhand knelt on the ground in pain, wailing and begging Velen for mercy.
"Remember, this is just a warning. You must remain loyal to the Holy Light at all times."
The next person to cross the portal was the Archmage Khadgar, his eyes glowing with golden light. He had become a full-time priest. Compared to the barbaric orcs, Naaru trusted humans more, and his status in this team was only the second.
Second to Velen.
Khadgar looked at the black hand with bones all over the floor and said with a smile:
"Well done, Viren. The Holy Light has brought freedom. These filthy orcs are so ungrateful that they beat them until they are convinced."
The Naaru treat different races differently.
For example, when dealing with the Draenei, we should focus on gentleness and brainwashing.
Treat human beings, use power as a temptation and punish them, and develop into a devout faith in the Holy Light.
There is only one way to deal with orcs, and that is violence.
Viren said impassionedly:
"In this era, the Draenei have lost their leader and are like homeless orphans. My arrival is like providing help in times of need. Without my guidance, the Draenei will only lose their way."
The light-forged orcs stepped through the portal one after another, and the soldiers were bathed in the golden holy light, forming a sea of holy light.
Velen felt a little tired and ordered:
"Grom Hellscream, take us to the territory of the Warsong Clan. I need to build a cathedral to praise the Holy Light."
"Yes, great prophet, the holy light will always protect us!"
Hellscream led the way, and wherever he passed, the orc priests kept chanting the Holy Light.
Strangely enough, before the orcs passed by, they would only leave a desert.
Now the light-forged orcs are praying all the way, and the barren land is filled with living water, vegetation is growing, and it is full of green.
No matter how ferocious the creatures are when they touch the Holy Light, they will show a pious expression and worship towards the Holy Light.
In order to build the Iron Horde, Hellscream took away a large number of Warsong clan warriors, leaving only the old, weak, sick and disabled in Warsong Fortress.
Hellscream returned and returned to his homeland with the power of Holy Light. After receiving the permission of Prophet Velen, Hellscream stood on a high place and gave a loud speech:
"Today is a big day for the orcs. The orcs in the world of Draenor have been blessed by the Holy Light. We are no longer under any coercion. We are free. Everyone follows me and shouts: For the Holy Light."
"For the Holy Light."
With the blessing of faith in the Holy Light, the orcs praise the Holy Light from the bottom of their hearts.
Velen watched all this happily, dreaming of returning to his people, uniting the orcs and draenei, and becoming the true king of Draenor.
Among the crowd, a light-forged orc showed a sly look and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.