American comics: Starting with Luke the Maker

On the former site of the ogre arena, a magnificent Dark Portal stood tall. Kargath, leading the orcish slaves who had escaped from the ogre prisons, oversaw the ogres, now enslaved after their defeat, as they transported materials.

His severed limb was now fitted with a metal blade, and the orcish slaves who had also harmed themselves to gain freedom were equipped with various metal weapons.

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They spontaneously formed a new orcish clan, the Shattered Hand clan.

They were fanatical and free, indulgent and tyrannical. After gaining freedom, they were extremely difficult to control. The only one who could make them sincerely submit and obey was the high priest Held, who had defeated the ogres and unified most of the orcish clans.

Her cataclysmic elemental magic and power deeply shocked their hearts. She had liberated them, granted them freedom, and earned their respect.

Power and respect. As long as these two points were achieved, most orcs were willing to obey, even if the other party was not an orc.

Auchindoun.

"Is this the Shadowmoon Clan's treasure?" Held looked at the huge black mountain. Her entire body surged with energy, and under the astonished gazes of Ner'zhul and others, she telekinetically lifted the massive mountain. Sharp magical power boldly shaved off pieces of the mountain, revealing a black star.

Powerful shadow energy radiated from the star, and the air seemed to be filled with some kind of void whispers. Ner'zhul and the other shamans were extremely sensitive to these whispers. These whispers reminded them of the clan's taboos.

"Shadow, Light, Fel, Azeroth's arcane," Held muttered to herself. She thought that perhaps it was time to awaken the [Apostle's Heart]. But that required enough energy of the corresponding attributes.

"You have made the right decision." Held stuffed the Dark Star into the Sky Saint's portal, turned around, and looked at Ner'zhul and the other Shadowmoon Clan shamans. As they bowed slightly, the portal in the sky plummeted, shrinking all the way down, covering her entirely, and then disappearing, leaving only her words in Ner'zhul's ears.

"Take your clan's warriors to the assembly point. The power and knowledge I promised you, you will all obtain."

...

Lordaeron.

"Your Majesty, the Archmage implores you to go to Dragon's Watch to witness it." A court mage, transformed into a bird, reverted to human form beneath the throne. He bowed slightly to Terenas, who was showing signs of age, and reported.

"Is Kel'Thuzad succeeding?" Terenas Menethil opened his slightly narrowed eyes, his face showing a hint of surprise.

"Yes, the Archmage is about to completely control one of the Dragon's Watch towers. The Kingdom of Lordaeron will permanently enjoy the resources produced by Dragon's Watch." The court mage also gave a positive answer with a smile.

"That's very good. Tell him that I will bring people to witness it. Don't forget, he still owes me a secret that I want." Terenas stood up from the throne and said to the court mage who brought the news.

...

Dragon's Watch.

"Your Majesty!" Kel'Thuzad bowed slightly to Terenas, who had arrived with his army.

"You did it, mage." Terenas said from horseback. "I have bought you thirty years. If you still haven't succeeded, then we can only wait for the next time. At that time, you may only be able to hope to cooperate with my successor."

"You will remain young forever. That is what I promised you!" Kel'Thuzad also knew that Terenas was not complaining, but stating an imminent fact.

After all, the key to Dragon's Watch had a pre-arranged term of custody agreed upon by the original powers. In addition to the original ten years, Lordaeron had forcibly kept it for more than twenty years under various pretexts. The changes in Lordaeron's army could not be concealed from the other kingdoms, which made many kingdoms dissatisfied with Lordaeron's domineering behavior.

Although they would not unite to target Lordaeron now, various inquiries and pressures had been flying to Lordaeron frantically and densely in recent years. Even the elves had sent envoys to inquire.

Although the other party did not express any dissatisfaction or inclination, it still made Terenas feel troubled. He even had to wonder if it would be the guardian dragons who came if he continued to stubbornly find excuses to delay, after the kingdoms, the mages of Dalaran, and the elves.

But fate ultimately chose to stand by his side at this moment. Kel'Thuzad's plan had succeeded!

"I hope so." Although Terenas was excited, he did not show it on his face. He had come here to completely control a gateway of Dragon's Watch with Kel'Thuzad's help.

No power had ever been able to do this before. Kel'Thuzad seemed to have mastered many secrets and knowledge of Dragon's Watch.

"It is a vast energy that is completely different from arcane magic. It is the convergence of people's hearts! It is naturally suitable for monarchs who hold authority. I believe that the Tyrant King built this tower to harvest the power of people's hearts. But unfortunately, he was exiled and sealed before the tower reached its maturity.

For thousands of years, a large amount of the power of people's hearts has gathered within its body. No one has branded these forces. They are unowned. What the Tyrant King did not obtain will be grasped in Your Majesty's hands at this moment.

You will rise to the heavens in one step and become a demigod!" Kel'Thuzad said with fanaticism, congratulating Terenas.

"The power of people's hearts." Terenas repeated it in his mouth, his eyes slightly shining.

"You can also understand it as faith! This is a power that only a king can inherit, and it is also the restriction set by the Tyrant King for this power," Kel'Thuzad said.

"When does it start?" Terenas was already a little impatient, but he still acted calmly. He looked at Kel'Thuzad and asked.

"It has already reached the final stage." Kel'Thuzad stepped aside, signaling Terenas to enter the tower with him.

...

In front of the huge black portal, the wide ground, which had been leveled and reinforced, was densely packed with a large number of orcish troops. They were all the most elite and powerful warriors carefully selected from a clan, and were the vanguard sent to the new world.

All the orcs looked fanatically at the cloaked figure floating in mid-air in front of the portal. Even the Shattered Hand clan, which was the least compliant with the rules, did not show the slightest impatience with this long wait. On the contrary, their hearts were full of expectation.

Destruction, anger, tyranny, conquest.

They were more extreme than ordinary orcs and, under the power granted by Held, even more powerful.

Finally, under the expectant gazes of all the orcs, the calm black portal finally rippled and undulated. A huge portal of light opened from the door, accompanied by the buzzing sound of energy, opening in front of the orcs.

"Go, for the orcs, and for the life of Draenor, occupy a new world!" Held's voice spread to the ears of all the orcs, as if it was ringing in their minds.

As soon as her voice fell, the orcs, who had long been impatient, immediately turned into a brown torrent, stomping the ground with a resounding sound, and rushed towards the black portal one after another.

...

"What is that?" Terenas, who was heading towards Dragon's Watch, suddenly seemed to see a light flashing on the tower. He pointed with the sword in his hand and, while asking, a hint of unease flashed in his heart.

"That is?" Kel'Thuzad followed Terenas's sword and saw that one of the gateways of Dragon's Watch was shining brightly, and surging energy poured out, outlining a huge portal in the void. Then, a swarm of brown monsters poured out of the door.

As the only conspicuous life in the vicinity, Terenas and his army saw those brown monsters that swarmed out, almost without stopping, making a turn, waving their weapons, and roaring towards them.

Seeing this scene, Terenas finally realized where the unease in his heart came from. He first glared at Kel'Thuzad, who looked blank, while waving his sword, ready to deal with the impact.

At the same time, the court mages who came with the team were also preparing materials and magic again under his orders, preparing to open a large portal back to Lordaeron.

Terenas only hoped that the elite army he had brought, armed to the teeth, could buy him some more time. At least, buy enough time for the portal to open and for him to take people away!

A whistling battle axe was thrown in the air, and a team of about thirty soldiers, holding a shield in their hands, stood out from the ranks. Under the stimulation of the embedded energy crystal, the gale spell engraved on the shield rushed out from the shield, turning into a strong wave of wind and rushing forward, curling up the whistling battle axe in the air.

This was a special means to deal with ranged attacks such as battle formation arrows. Correspondingly, there was also the bedrock spell, which was used to deal with powerful impacts and magical bombardments.

During these thirty years, the Kingdom of Lordaeron under Terenas's control had unscrupulously scoured a large number of magical materials from Dragon's Watch. Among them, the bones of dragons could be pieced together into more than a dozen.

These resources armed Lordaeron's most powerful army. Even more luxurious than the army's equipment were Lordaeron's court mages. With a wealth of resources and the magical knowledge system provided by Kel'Thuzad, the Lordaeron royal family had recruited and cultivated many powerful mages in the past few decades, and even vaguely caught up with Dalaran, the city of mages, in terms of reputation.

Of course, it was just catching up. Whether it was heritage or other things, as well as the attraction and appeal to human mages, Dalaran was still the undisputed crown.

A large amount of resources were invested in those mages, and those mages created many magic scrolls and equipment according to Terenas's requirements. Little by little, with more and more mages, Terenas finally armed a powerful magic equipment army. The extravagance of it was unmatched by any human kingdom today.

Perhaps only the elven kingdom could compare to his powerful army.

This was also the foundation for him to remain calm in the face of the overwhelming number of orcish warriors despite the disparity in numbers. This invincible thousand-man army was his confidence.

However, Terenas's confident expression soon froze. Because he found that although the equipment of those orcs was not as good as that of his soldiers, their strength was strong enough. Especially among them, there were shamans similar to human mages who could use the power of the elements to harm them.

The human soldiers formed a circle, protecting the mages and Terenas in the center. A dark mass of orcs finally rushed over and clashed with the soldiers.

The court mages who did not participate in the portal casting also took action to resist the attacks of the orcish shamans and gave the orcs magical counterattacks.

The number of orcs pouring out of the door was increasing, and the pressure on the human soldiers also increased. Although they were always facing only a certain number of orcs, the other party's fearlessness of death and strength somehow offset the equipment advantage of the human soldiers. This made the human soldiers' formation like a stretched string, not knowing when it would reach its limit and break.

Looking at the dead soldiers, the anger in Terenas's heart was almost indescribable. These were all excellent soldiers carefully selected and cultivated through painstaking efforts, spending a lot of money and Lordaeron's national strength. The death of one was enough to make his heart ache, and if the loss of those expensive magical equipment was added, it would be more than just heartache.

It was a darkening heartache!

And those orcs obviously regarded those magical equipment as their spoils of war. Every time they killed a soldier, they would strip off the equipment on the other party.

Finally, before the defense line was breached, the court mages opened the portal to Lordaeron.

Terenas retreated into the portal with his people, almost with a black face.

Seeing that they were about to run away, the orcs almost frantically attacked the human soldiers' army, but other than leaving behind the lives of some human soldiers, they could only watch the light of the portal turn from bright to dark, and finally disappear into the air with a crackling sound.

...

The Apostle's Heart was activated by Held in Dragon's Watch. Under the heart energy stored in Dragon's Watch, its creator was manifested in the tower as a representative of energy.

Apostle Luke!

A Luke who can't connect to the internet, a Luke who can only play single-player games, a Luke who exists based on the energy of Dragon's Watch, an energy clone who even the original body may not know is manifested and exists, was shaped by Held with the Apostle's Heart.