Durotan was in the center of the position and was closely protected by heavy troops.
In a strong city, once the walls collapse and the morale of the defenders is low, the city will be destroyed and destroyed.
The strange thing is that even though tens of thousands of lightforged orcs have entered the city walls, Highmaul still stands.
The battle continued into the night, with more and more Newlightforged orcs pouring into Highmaul.
Durotan suddenly discovered that there were less than five thousand light-forged orcs left around him.
Only then did Durotan realize that he had made a mistake and was too impulsive.
Lightforged orcs are well-disciplined, like a well-oiled machine.
The flaw is that there are no low-level officers among the Lightforged Orcs, and Durotan is worried about handing over the command of the Lightforged Orcs to anyone.
The lightforged orcs who entered Highmaul all self-destructed and never returned. Durotan did not know what happened in the city.
Highmaul is like a terrifying monster that has devoured hundreds of thousands of Newlightforged orcs and still has more to eat.
"Stop the attack, set up camp, and open the portal to mobilize reinforcements."
In desperation, Durotan could only stop the attack. The loss of hundreds of thousands of soldiers was nothing to him. The New Light Forged Orcs had as much as they wanted.
Looking at the collapsed walls of Highmaul, Durotan clenched his fists and let out a low growl.
The light-forged orcs were confronting the ogres of Highmaul, and the head of state Mal'gok said with some regret:
"Durotan is quite rational. If all the light-forged orcs are brought in, he will die tonight."
Inside Highmaul, dozens of mage towers are brightly lit, forming a strange illusory formation.
The formation enveloped most of Highmaul, and its function was to trick the lightforged orcs into self-destructing.
This is the result of the ogre magician's research on the light-forged orcs. The new light-forged orcs are too simple-minded. Faced with the oncoming ogre army, they choose to self-destruct without hesitation.
When a Lightforged Orc blows himself up, an entire team is wiped out, and no one tells them that what they saw was just an illusion.
"Will Durotan still be fooled?" Khadgar asked uneasily.
Head of State Margok swept his sharp eyes over everyone: "Unless there is a traitor among us, if there is a traitor, I will definitely find a way to find him."
In Storm Fortress, Naruk Ulay teaches everyone the knowledge of the Holy Light.
The Delaneys sat in a large circle, and Robbie and Vanessa were also among the crowd, full of curiosity, like children listening to a class for the first time.
After cultivation, K'urei's Naaru body has become radiant, and his powerful voice echoed in the lecture hall.
"First of all, I want to talk about the flaws of the Holy Light. When I was in Washugu, I swallowed a lot of alien energy in order to survive. Among the Naaru group, this is an absolutely unforgivable act of betrayal. The Naaru are pure energy.
Life, pure light, or the opposite of pure shadow energy, if mixed with other energies, is even more disgusting than turning into an entropy demon, and is called an unclean one. Now, I am an unclean one,
Not accepted by the Legion of Light."
After a pause, Keure continued:
"But during this process, I found that my body was more stable. If I could obtain enough holy light, I would have returned to its peak form. Since then, I have been thinking about it, and I began to realize that the holy light has some flaws.
, To be honest, the Holy Light Legion has not made technological progress for more than 50 million years, and we have encountered a bottleneck."
The draenei people sitting around all exclaimed in surprise, more than 50 million years, which is older than the civilization history of the planet Argus.
K'urei's tone was full of regret:
"Always, when we encounter technical problems, no matter how difficult they are, we can eventually overcome them. But the bottleneck we encountered this time is the conflict of faith. Our use of the Holy Light has reached the extreme. If we want to make progress, we must
Accepting other alien energies, however, this conflicts with our beliefs, and no Naaru wants to be unclean.
"To give a simple example, the most commonly used Holy Shield can be dispelled by specific shadow spells, but if a little arcane energy is mixed into the Holy Shield, the shadow spell will lose its effect."
Robbie was secretly surprised that such a thing could happen.
Of course, it is not easy to mix arcane energy into Holy Shield. It requires a certain ratio and a certain order of casting, which requires countless attempts, otherwise it may be counterproductive.
K'urei's voice gradually became calmer:
"My contact with Velen was not with good intentions. At that time, the Eredar people were studying arcane energy and had very little exposure to the Holy Light. I used Velen's hands to promote the technological progress of the world of Argus, with the purpose of using the dimensional
Lun's hand spread the faith, and eventually all Eredar people believed in the Holy Light. Unfortunately, before my plan could be completed, Sargeras came.
"Both the Holy Light and the Shadow Realm are afraid of the Burning Legion, because the Burning Legion is not pure evil. They are willing to try arcane, shadow, nature, and even Holy Light. If things go on like this, the Burning Legion's strength will inevitably exceed that of the Holy Light and Shadow Realm.
, all they need is time, so the opposing light and darkness will unite to fight against the Burning Legion.
"I want to tell you that pure light and darkness are wrong. What I am teaching you now are some new magics summarized in Washugu over the past few hundred years. I need you to study with me and make progress together. We
Although the power is small, as long as you persist, one day it will ignite the whole universe."
Shadowmoon Valley, the place where the moon falls.
A team advanced through the dense forest, cutting through thorns and thorns along the way, and quietly approached a fortress.
The person at the front is Garrosh. He is still not used to receiving the Holy Light, and he always feels a little awkward.
"Why do we want to sneak attack on the Land of the Falling Moon?" Garrosh asked in confusion: "They are just a group of lowly adventurers. Why should we be so cautious and sneaky and just rush in."
Sylvanas warned sternly: "Remember our purpose, Durotan needs us to capture him alive, preferably a mage, to torture out the coordinates of the world of Azeroth."
Jaina followed behind the two of them, still lowering her head and remaining silent.
Following the three men were fifty light-forged orcs, each with a strong physique, and they were all elites among the light-forged orcs.
Garrosh climbed over the wall and opened the door of the fortress from the inside. Everyone carefully sneaked in. The fortress was silent and there was not a soul.
"Where have everyone gone?" Garrosh was confused.
Sylvanas found a large cauldron, and the thick rust told her that there had been no fire here for a long time.
After leaving this empty fortress, Garrosh led his team to sneak into another fortress, but there was still no sign of anyone.
More than a dozen fortresses in a row were empty, and Sylvanas couldn't help but complain:
"I knew it was unreliable to cooperate with the orcs. They didn't even do basic intelligence work, so they sent us here."
Garrosh protested: "I said, I am an orc too."
It was another fortress, and Garrosh was so careless that he smashed through the door.
The fortress was still empty. Just as everyone was about to leave, a strange voice came:
"You are finally here?"
Garrosh was so frightened that he hurriedly grabbed his weapon and said in a trembling voice:
"Who are you? Come out, right now."
"Hmm hum hum!"
A burst of weird laughter came:
"I am a god. Before you set foot on this land, I dominated this world."