The dragon is the symbol of order in Azeroth, and the Aspect Dragon is the guardian of order.
The emergence of a sacred dragon means that the Holy Light has taken over the guardianship of Azeroth.
Tyrande had good reason to guess that this was a test by the Holy Light.
The Pantheon was destroyed, and most of the Titans were imprisoned deep in the planet Argus. The object of the Holy Light's test was not the Titans, but the moon god Elune.
After serving for ten thousand years, Tyrande knew Elune's temper very well.
Before Tyrande finished speaking, he saw a ray of milky white moonlight falling from the sky. The newly born sacred dragon completely evaporated under the moonlight before it could even scream.
At the same time, countless moonlight fell straight down like raindrops, targeting the Holy Light believers present.
Velen stumbled suddenly, and it took him a long time to get up.
In contrast, those light-forged tauren were not so lucky. Magatha spurted blood from his mouth and sat on the ground sluggishly. The other light-forged tauren died of anger, and their bodies sank into the earth little by little.
Viren was so frightened that he trembled and hurriedly knelt on the ground and begged:
"Great Moon God Elune, please spare my life. I am willing to work as an ox or a horse for you and serve you for the rest of my life."
The moon god Elune disappeared just as quickly as she came. Tyrande raised her head and saw the moonlight flashing past in the sky. Velen continued to kowtow until his head was broken and bleeding.
Tyrande smiled and said: "Get up, Velen, remember, never tempt a true god."
Wilen then stood up uneasily, his face dark.
Magatha glared at Velen bitterly. This time she brought the elite of the light-forged tauren, but they all died for Velen's ambition.
Wei Lun looked embarrassed and could only console him loudly:
"Their sacrifice will not be in vain. When the Holy Light comes, they will be reborn from death and receive the Holy Light's highest award."
Witnessing "Ysera" evaporating under the power of the Moon God, Tyrande's expression was a little complicated. Fortunately, she successfully recovered the Tears of Elune.
Washugu, the Headquarters of the Ogres.
Head of State Margok handled government affairs while listening to reports from his subordinates.
Velen entered Azeroth through the portal in the Axefall camp, and did a series of things, and a detailed report had already been sent to him.
"Dear Head of State, Velen is spreading the faith of the Holy Light in Azeroth. Many tauren have accepted the Holy Light and become light-forged tauren. If we let it go, the Holy Light is likely to spread like a plague. If
All races in Azeroth have accepted the Holy Light, which is a major threat to us."
The head on the right side of the head of state, Margok, continued to process official documents. The head on the left side raised his head, thought for a while, then turned around and asked:
"Saurfang, you were once the general of the Horde and are very familiar with Azeroth. What do you think of this?"
King Saurfang laughed and said:
"Velan made a mistake. He should not have chosen the tauren. The tauren are just food for the orcs. They appear to be strong, but in fact they are timid and cowardly. As long as you give me five thousand light-forged orcs, I will take them down."
Velen's head."
Antonidas had different opinions on this and loudly said:
"The reason why the tauren are willing to be the food of the orcs is because they are afraid of the moon god Elune. Now that the orcs have taken refuge in the Holy Light, it is a betrayal of the moon god Elune. The tauren will definitely fight bravely."
Margok looked expressionless and asked: "Zuljin, what do you think?"
Zuljin's voice was hoarse as he replied: "There are a hundred times more trolls in Azeroth than there are tauren. Velen spreads the Holy Light, why can't we."
Mar'gok hesitated for a moment. He didn't trust Zul'jin. If the light-forged troll became powerful, it would probably become its own king and break away from control.
After thinking carefully for a while, Margok asked again: "Antonidas, do you have a way to open the portal to Azeroth?"
Antonidas smiled and said: "I spied on the portal of the Axefall camp and obtained the coordinates of Azeroth. There is no problem at all."
Malgok tapped his fingers on the table: "Velen's portal leads to Theramore. Where is the right place to open our portal?"
Antonidas pondered for a moment: "Due to the many wars that broke out, the Holy Light's Hope Chapel has a relatively weak space. It is far away from Ironforge and the Kingdom of Stormwind, and very close to the Zul'Aman Empire. In addition, it is the headquarters of the Holy Light. It is exactly
The most suitable place.”
Margok ordered someone to bring a map of Azeroth, carefully looked at the location of the Holy Light's Hope Chapel, and nodded convinced:
"Yes, we will choose Holy Light's Hope Chapel, Hellscream, Kilrogg, and Blackhand. I will leave this matter to you. Velen spreads the Holy Light, and we will compete with him for believers."
Antonidas shook his head and said: "The orcs are notorious in Azeroth. I'm afraid they will be besieged as soon as they leave the portal. They need a respected leader."
Margok smiled and asked: "Who do you think is the most suitable?"
"The spokesperson of the Holy Light, Tirion Fordring."
Relying on the power of the Holy Light to be reborn from death, Fording looked depressed and was unwilling to raise his head to face Margok.
He did not forget to be eaten by Eitrigg in one bite, and then his soul was captured by Mannoroth. He howled miserably and wandered around the Plague Land for many years until he exhausted his soul power and sank into the Shadow Kingdom.
Every time he recalled that experience, Fording was scared to death.
He carries a two-handed sword on his back, which is the Ashbringer rebuilt by the Naaru Legion.
"Plague Land, Holy Light's Hope Chapel, a group of nasty orcs." Fording said very unhappy: "I hate orcs, they have tarnished the Holy Light."
Antonidas patted Fording on the shoulder: "Have you forgotten? Orcs are the noblest race in Azeroth. Has your position changed because of facing the moon god Elune?"
Fording immediately retorted: "Don't forget, you were also eaten by orcs."
Antonidas shrugged and said, "Forget about the past. Now that you are the leader of the light-forged orcs, you have to shoulder your responsibilities, including helping them find food."
Fording looked very ugly, and he did not forget to sell the Silver Northern Expedition to the orcs to use as military rations.
Antonidas said coldly: "After you were eaten by Eitrigg, the Silver Northern Expedition existed in name only. Most of the soldiers returned to the Plague Land. The land here is fertile and the rain is abundant. It's time to return to your old profession. For
Holy Light, they need to be food for the Lightforged Orcs."
Fording gritted his teeth: "No, no, I can't do that, the orcs will eat me."
"Fording, this is your only chance." Antonidas threatened.
Although Fording is very reluctant, if he refuses, he will have to return to the cold Shadow Kingdom, and may be sunk into the deepest part of the Shadow Abyss.
Finally, Fording agreed.
Fording led the Lightforged Orcs down to make preparations. Head of State Margok looked at Fording's back and said worriedly:
"I don't trust Fording. Which one of you is willing to replace me and accompany the army to monitor Fording."
The generals in the tent were silent. Compared with the relatively comfortable life in the world of Draenor, no one wanted to get involved in the chaos of Azeroth.
After a long while, someone finally stood up:
"Führer, I am willing to take on this important task."
The one who took the initiative to stand up was Aman'Thul, disguised as the draenei Amador.
Margok smiled happily and said: "Very good, Azeroth will be left to you."