Chapter 633: Fight Ten

The Vigilant sent the Burning Blade across the battlefield outside Highmaul and delivered his own letter to the besieged Gantanon Temple. He was looking forward to the response of the Ogre Leader who was already in desperate situation.

But he did not expect that the response from the wizard leader Mar'gok would come so quickly.

At dawn, outside the ruins of Mogol Town that was razed to the ground by the enraged gronn, the saint had just led the recruits to complete today's Holy Light prayers. Now, when he was worrying that his excessive accumulation of Holy Power would once again manifest as the dangerous "innumerable", the dusty Fire Blade Swordmaster appeared near the camp.

He strode towards Diakum, took out a strange crystal rune and handed it over without saying a word.

Dick took the crystal and looked at it in his hand. The Eredar have a natural talent for jewelry craftsmanship, and distinguishing and selecting gems is almost a natural skill for them. Even the young Yrel could see the peculiarity of this crystal.

In particular, the polishing process is absolutely top-notch. It is hard to imagine that the stupid-looking ogres can produce such exquisite multi-faceted diamond-shaped crystal gems.

What’s even more amazing is that every perfect facet of this crystal has unique ancient runes engraved on it, making this crystal itself a very sophisticated magical tool.

"This is the Apexis Crystal! Uncle Diachem."

The knowledgeable "Traveler" Leland came over to explain to Dick:

"This is a special gemstone native to the world of Draenor. It is a unique mineral that naturally gathers energy. It is also the most commonly used and important spellcasting resource for Gorian ogre wizards. Those wizards use unique 'rune' magic, and they often mine various unique rocks to store arcane magic.

Although I have never been to Highmaul, I have exchanged magic materials with the ogre wizard in the Bladespire Fortress in Frostfire Ridge.

Although that guy's original intention was to turn me into his spellcasting slave, I still learned the secret of the Apexis Crystal from him before our fragile "friendship" broke down.

This thing is just like the Arkenite crystal we use, and can be used as energy for most magical rituals.

Archbishop Hataru studied the secrets of Apexis crystal many years ago. He improved this mineral and made it a new material for Arkinite crystal. Now, more than half of the various Arkinite crystal devices used by your compatriots come from the mining of Apexis crystal. "

"I see."

Dick nodded, indicating that he understood.

He also had to put on an "educated" expression, even though in his heart he knew more and more complete secrets of the Apexis Crystal than his "adopted daughter".

He even knew that the Apexis magic heritage of the ogre wizards was not unique to them. In fact, the ogres learned this spell from the Crowman priests in the south of the continent. However, after the collapse of the Crowman Solar Empire, the Goria Empire could naturally declare this power of others as the ogres' own powerful heritage.

But it must be said that these ogre wizards are really capable.

Based on the crystal magic taught by the Crow Man, they developed their own unique energy manipulation, and the ogre wizards also made good use of the unique power of the Apexis crystal to catalyze the intelligence of their people on a large scale and artificially "create" smarter and more powerful two-headed ogres.

It can be said that Apexis crystal magic is the most brilliant pearl in the ogre civilization.

Even though in the official history Highmaul was destroyed in this battle and the Gorian Empire completely disappeared from the history of Draenor, the Apexis legacy was still inherited, and decades later a strange ogre organization called "Ogrila" was born in the wreckage of the world of Draenor. The famous "Devil's Invincible" trial was created by that group of "smart" ogres.

But for now, we can put the study of the secrets of this crystal rune aside. Since Lantreso, as the "Special Envoy of the Vigilant", brought this thing back, it means that the ogre wizard leader has shown his sincerity.

"Activate it, Leland."

Dick handed the rune stone to his adopted daughter and reminded her, "Find a quiet place. Make sure my conversation with the wizard leader is not known to too many people."

"Leave it to me."

Leilan took the runestone and, under the protection of Garona, went to a dead ruin of Mogol, where he looked for a suitable building to create a private conversation space for Uncle Diakum and the Ogre Leader.

After they left, Dick looked at the Burning Blade Master and asked, "Is it bad?"

"It's too bad to describe it as bad."

Lantresor shook his head and said, "The ogre fortress is like a candle in the wind, and what's more terrible is that their morale is low. I understand some ogre language. When I was scouting near the Temple of the Goddess of the Temple of the Goddess, I saw with my own eyes that an ogre wizard under Margok took advantage of the shift change to escape from the position.

The most outrageous thing is that the Twilight's Hammer Clan has people specifically responsible for responding to it.

As long as they put on new uniforms on the spot, the ogres easily completed the camp change.

Such is the racial tradition of these guys, the desire for strength is an instinct engraved in their blood. This is also the way the Fire Blade Clan deals with the ogre bandits during their daily defense patrols. They kill their leaders in front of them, and the remaining ogre barbarians will scatter even if they still have the strength to fight.

Although they are wild and strong by nature, they are poorly disciplined and poorly organized.”

The Burning Blade Master commented coldly, "In my opinion, there is no need to save Highmaul! The Twilight Hammer Clan's attack there was more like 'recruiting' than destroying it. Most of the powerful warriors under Mar'gok have become the backbone of the evil Cho'gall, and the wizard leader's elite troops have been completely hollowed out.

Even if you were to descend from the sky, you could only save a commander without troops."

"No, it is precisely because ogres are naturally strong that Mar'gok is still very valuable."

Diakum looked at the burning Highmaul in front of him and shook his head. "Chou'gall wants to destroy the Gorian Empire by killing Mar'gok on the spot, but we can do the opposite! As long as we kill Cho'gall, the 'axis of evil', on the battlefield, the ogres of the Twilight's Hammer clan will also turn against us. Then, all Mar'gok needs to do is make a call, and the Gorian Empire, which you think is weak, will naturally rebound and recover."

"Well, from a strategic point of view, this is indeed a solution."

The Burning Blade Master nodded, but then asked, "But Cho'gall is very cunning, and its whereabouts are elusive. How can you accurately behead it? Your granddaughter and I can help find its location, but the problem is that I don't think the Twilight's Hammer Clan will give Highmaul more time.

The temple was destroyed in just one or two days."

"Well, that's not something we need to worry about, Lantresor. We just need to be prepared to intervene in the war."

The saint waved his hand confidently and said:

"In the same matter, both parties must take action and achieve each other's goals. The mode of working together to achieve victory is called 'cooperation'. In this matter, the wizard leader Mar'gok is more anxious than us."

"You mean, let it be bait?"

Lantresor was indeed a master of tactics. He guessed Dick's idea immediately, but he frowned and shook his head and said, "It's not very realistic. If the cunning ogre leader had the courage, the situation in Highmaul would not have deteriorated to this point. In my opinion, the noble bloodline of hereditary power is nothing but a coward.

Grom Hellscream broke its will in a single blow during the siege."

"Then help it regain its courage!"

Dick flexed his fingers and said:

"When his own tribe and kingdom are facing extinction, if he, as a king, cannot make a decision, then the Goria Empire deserves its demise!

The Alliance of K'ure is not the only option.

If the ogres are strong enough, then all they need is a powerful warrior with ogre blood to initiate the conquest, and eventually all the ogres in Draenor will gather under one banner and fight for the same goal!

Margok must understand his situation.

If it only expects others to rescue it like a giant baby king but is unwilling to make any sacrifices, then it is not the ally we need."

"Saint, Ms. Leland has activated the runestone, and the arrogant ogre wizard leader is waiting to speak with you."

Nobundo ran over to report, Dick nodded, turned and walked towards the ruins of Mogol.

He entered a relatively intact room. Lelan was using his magic to keep the rune activated. The Apexis crystal was suspended in the air, constantly emitting a violet halo, and within that halo was projected the shrunken figure of the wizard leader Mar'gok.

This two-headed ogre wizard of noble bloodline is dressed in a gorgeous crimson-purple robe of the head. On his waist and chest are mysterious purple Apexis crystal pendants that emit powerful arcane energy, and his shoulders are covered with heavy armor made of steel.

The most peculiar thing is that there is a crown of the head supported by arcane power on the back.

This outfit made the ogre break away from the previous stereotype of being "stupid" and "barbaric". Even the two heads and three eyes with war patterns engraved on them became wise and noble.

It is extremely tall.

It is several heads taller than the strongest ogre warrior. Just from sitting on the ancient stone throne, one can infer that this guy is at least five meters tall. Even among ogres, he is a "giant", which reflects his extraordinary wizard bloodline.

Behind the wizard leader stood an elemental monster composed of arcane energy on each side. These elemental energy creatures should be irrational and extremely violent, but at this moment they were as docile as servants beside Mar'gok, holding high the weapons belonging to the noble leader for him.

On the left hand side is a huge staff adorned with arcane power and wrapped with a luxurious ribbon like the authority of the Supreme Leader.

On the right hand side is a ferocious and powerful heavy sword. Mysterious runes cover the blade, giving it the power and majesty of the heritage of the Goria Empire.

"Go ahead."

Seeing the real master coming, the wizard leader in the magic projection raised his hand and said arrogantly: "Saint of Draenei, why are you meeting the King of Goria? Now that you are meeting the king, why don't you bow?"

Well, it was standard Draenei, with clear pronunciation, sophisticated word choice and even a hint of elegant retroflex consonants. Moreover, this two-headed ogre did not have the bad habit of speaking a sentence with two heads like other two-headed ogres.

When one of its heads spoke, the other remained silent, but there was a gleam of thinking in its three eyes, which meant that its two heads could think at the same time. This was a manifestation of the perfect collaboration of two consciousnesses in the same body, representing the uniqueness and transcendence of the Wizard Leader.

But it was this attitude that made the vigilantes very unhappy.

He stared at the still arrogant Margok in the projection and said:

"So, honorable wizard leader, who is in dire straits now, us or you? Who is in urgent need of help, the Gorian Empire or the Draenei? Since you have taken the initiative to send this rune stone, please show a corresponding attitude!

I have no intention of arguing with you about etiquette. Time is precious to both you and me, so I will skip the red tape and get straight to the point. What response do you and your empire plan to give to the invitation to the Alliance of K'ure that I personally gave you?"

"Oh, pragmatist, I like it!"

The other head of the Wizard Leader spoke.

This time, his voice was no longer arrogant, but rather as solemn and majestic as a warrior's. His blood-red single eye stared at Diakum and asked, "But before we form an alliance, I must at least know your strength. My empire has fallen, my noble subjects have become bandits, and the former empire's territory has been invaded by inferior races. These are facts, but the Goria Empire has not perished! As the most orthodox king of Draenor, I will not allow myself to form an alliance with a group of liars."

"Then you should stay in the Parthenon."

Dick's tone cooled. He said:

"You are guarding your throne and waiting for Cho'gall to drain your power, sending your noble people to the war tribes, and being driven by the Blackhand chieftain as war slaves to massacre the whole world.

In fact, you should thank me.

If my victory in Shadowmoon Valley had not forced Blackhand to speed up the pace of the war, Grom Hellscream would not have been recalled to Tanaan Jungle. If the chieftain of the Warsong clan was still dominating this war, I am afraid that both of your heads would be hanging on the gate of Grommashar's clan fortress by now, as a display of the Warsong clan's great military prowess.

Although this is our first meeting, Master Wizard, you already owe the Draenei a favor!"

Margok fell silent.

It is trapped in the Gandenon but is not isolated from the news. As the number one person in the arcane field of Draenor, the Wizard Leader has plenty of ways to observe the changes in the world without leaving home.

It knows that Diakum is not seeking credit, he is telling the truth.

The tough verbal confrontation made Mal'gok realize that the Draenei saint in front of him was not an easy character to control. In fact, this conversation might just be an attempt on his part, which meant that the Alliance of K'ure might have other candidates besides him.

Well, this is really the worst news for a leader of a faction who is in desperate need of reinforcements.

So, the Wizard King decided to stop pretending.

It stood up from its throne, and this action allowed Diakum to clearly see the wound hidden under the gorgeous robe on its waist. Although the hideous tear had scabbed and healed during its recuperation, its shape showed that it was caused by a heavy weapon.

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Needless to say, it must have come from the Bloodroar in Grom Hellscream's hands. No wonder it stayed indoors. For the strong-loving ogres, if their leader looked so weak, there was no way they would have the morale to fight.

But on the other hand, the fact that he was able to escape the hands of Grom, the "headshot maniac", is enough to prove the value of this ogre wizard.

"My empire needs allies! In the past, the Goria Empire has always fought alone, using our power to fight the entire world, but as you said in your letter, the gathering of warring tribes is only a sign of worse times to come."

The wizard leader said in a deep voice: "To be honest, Draenei Saint, when I was injured and weak, an emissary from the Burning Legion did visit me, and a Nathrezim offered me quite generous conditions.

It says that all I need to do is ally with my empire and the warring tribes to gain the blessing of power from the great demon!

It promised me that my empire would rise again, and that the glory of Goria would shine across Draenor as it always did.

However, I decisively rejected it and strangled the dreadlord with my own hands as a resolute response of the Gorian Empire to the Burning Legion. Do you know why? "

"I'd like to hear more about it."

Dick made a "please" gesture, and the wizard leader snorted. Its two heads spoke at the same time and said loudly: "Because it requires me to kneel down to the Lord of the Legion! It requires me to be loyal to the supreme power. However, the king cannot bow his head! My power will not allow me to bow my head to anyone.

If this Sunset Empire needs to sacrifice my dignity to be saved, then I would rather destroy it with my own hands.

Sounds a bit silly and a bit arrogant, right?

Putting the dignity of a king before the survival of my empire makes me look like an unwise ruler.

But you have to know that for an ogre leader, actively bowing to someone means you will lose everything you have! No matter how powerful the opponent is, you have to fight with it for your status and power! Only the strong are worthy of leading the tribe! This is our tradition, just like the orcs' Mak'gora, this is the glory of us ogres.

So, Saint of the alien race, no matter what your Alliance of K'ure wants from the Goria Empire, and no matter whether this alliance is another damn trick, I need help now, and I will not hide it.

But don’t even think about establishing another ‘master’ over me! This is my bottom line.”

"The Alliance of K'ure will not have a leader in the conventional sense."

Dick nodded and emphasized:

"Draenei and orcs are equal. If the Gorian Empire is willing to join, then you and your people can enjoy this equality.

This covenant is for protecting the world rather than conquering it. In times of war, it can unite all races to deal with threats together. In times of peace, it is the best diplomatic occasion to coordinate conflicts between each other. You don't have to worry about the emergence of a character like "High King of Draenor" or in other words, if you want to become the High King of Draenor, it depends on your skills.

But right now, we have a common enemy, not just the warring tribes, but also the Burning Legion who want you to be enslaved."

"We can talk about this later! I am a visionary leader and will not be tempted by empty promises."

Führer Margok waved his hand, interrupting Dick's description and saying:

"I can join, but only if the siege of Highmaul is lifted! You must come here with your army and help me fight off the Twilight's Hammer siege. Once my capital is safe, we can talk about joining the Covenant."

"I have a better idea."

Dick waited until the Wizard King had finished speaking, then he stared at it and said:

"In your Highmaul, you and I worked together to kill the Twilight Hammer Chieftain Cho'gall, and to destroy the Twilight Vanguard of the War Horde. We used a common victory to lay the foundation for cooperation between the two sides.

You know your ogre traditions better than I do!

If you can kill Cho'gall in front of those weak barbarians and wizards, it proves that you are stronger than it! You also have the blessing of the royal blood of Goria. With the power of victory, those servants who betrayed you will return in an instant, and even the Twilight Hammer warriors that Cho'gall worked hard to gather will become your army.

Isn't this the first step towards the revival of the Goria Empire?"

“Good idea!”

The three eyes of the wizard leader shone at the same time, but then it snorted contemptuously and said, "But you are trying to use words to seduce me into becoming your bait for hunting Gugaer. I don't know what personal grudges you have with that bastard who was branded with the mark of shame by my own hands and exiled from his hometown, but the fact is that you, a foreign saint, have a 'bad heart' hidden in the light.

You know clearly that only when I personally walk out of the Temple of the Goddess and step onto the battlefield, the cunning Gugall will appear on his own initiative.

You are fishing!

And I am the bait you cast.

You should convince me, Diakum Zastins, but I wonder how you can convince me to take such a risk? What if you break your promise when I need your help the most?

"You should probably convince yourself."

Dick smiled, he took out the original document of the Alliance of K'ure from his arms, unfolded it in front of the head of the party, pointed to the signature at the bottom of the document that shone with elemental light, and said: "Look, here are the signatures of the Frostwolf Clan and the White Claw Clan! The two orc clans that have lived in Frostfire Ridge for a long time have become firm members of the Alliance of K'ure. The best thing is that they have long been threatened by the Blade Tower Ogres on their own land. As far as I know, the Blade Tower Fortress is the frontier of the once glorious Goria Empire.

The tens of thousands of ogres in that fortress, divided into several factions and led by different warlords, fighting each other, should all be your servants! They have been away from the glory of the empire for too long, and have forgotten their glorious past and returned to barbarism, especially after the Battle of Blood River killed another wizard leader.

I make this promise to you, Lord Margok.

You and Highmaul join the Alliance of K'ure, and the Frostwolves and White Claws will assist your army in retaking Bladespire Fortress! Of course, those ogres must be evacuated from Frostfire Ridge.

They take back the lost land, you get the precious population, and the return of the elite division of the Blade Tower Fortress will instantly give you a legion capable of launching conquests! The empire will be injected with fresh blood and will be able to operate again under your will. "

"Then what?"

The wizard leader asked, "Then I launched a conquest and played the role of Chieftain Blackhand at this time, and then was defeated by the rest of you joining forces?"

"No, the Draenei are just passers-by in the world of Draenor. One day we will leave here. The ogres and orcs are the natives of Draenor, and you both have strong claims to the sovereignty of the world.

Who will dominate the world in the future is your internal matter, and we Draenei have no interest in getting involved."

Diakum shook his head and said, "We only care about whether this world can survive the threat of the Burning Legion. Just like in your current situation, if you want to ensure that the Goria Empire does not fall, you have to consider whether you are willing to take risks with your noble self.

But I can swear to you by my holy light and my morality, honorable leader, when the sinister guy Gugar appears on the battlefield, you will always have the support of the Holy Light!

As soon as it shows its head, I promise you, it will be dead! I have prayed to my faith, and the Holy Light will allow me to execute it!"

"you mean"

The wizard leader was very smart and he understood the hidden meaning of Diakum's words.

It narrowed its three eyes and said, "I just need to lure Gugall out, and you can do the rest?"

"right!"

Dick said in a deep voice: "I am happy to execute the traitor for you as an ally of the Goliath Empire. If I can't do it, it will prove that the K'ure Alliance is not as powerful as we claim. But if I hunt down the head for you, then the Goliath Empire must fulfill its promise of alliance."

"make a deal!"

Margok agreed immediately, but Dick was not satisfied with verbal promises.

He said:

"You must swear an oath as king, and I must ensure that your overly wise mind does not come up with an idea that would disappoint us at the critical moment."

"Oh, so cautious."

The wizard leader sneered: "Your eloquence is even better than that dreadlord I strangled to death. You are really suitable to be a lobbyist, a saint of the alien race, okay, okay.

I! The Wizard Archon Mar'gok!

The most legitimate heir to the Gorian Empire! The supreme lord of Highmaul, Bladespire, and the lost territories of the empire! The only king of all the ogres in Draenor!

I swear by my name, my family heritage, and my noble bloodline! As long as the siege of Highmaul is lifted, as long as the "exile" Cho'gall is executed, as long as my warriors and I win the victory on the Temple of the Goddess of the Temple and spread the prestige of the empire, then I and my empire will join the Alliance of K'ure and fight against the threat of the war tribe and the Burning Legion with our allies.

The ancient runes bear witness! The great arcane bear witness! The trampled earth bears witness! If I break this oath, I will die under the sword of the gods; if I break this oath, the glory of the Goria Empire will vanish into thin air!

Hum, are you satisfied with this oath, Diakam?"

"Then, tomorrow! Tomorrow, let us join forces to hunt down the madmen who have fallen into the void! Holy Light needs me to stand firm, and I will do as He wishes."

(End of this chapter)