Chapter 626 The Value of the Soul (10,000-word chapter, please subscribe)
After pondering for a long time about the duel challenge issued by Grom Hellscream, Thrall finally chose to challenge it.
However, because he modified the rules of Makgora when he became the warchief, neither side took off all their armor and armor as traditionally done, nor did they throw away their best weapons.
You must know that according to the most primitive rules, in order to be as fair and just as possible, this kind of battle between orcs to compete for power and resolve conflicts actually means giving up everything that may bring extra help. .
Generally speaking, you need to take off all your clothes and wear only a loincloth to prevent one party from gaining an advantage due to armor and clothing of different materials and enchantment levels.
Although you can choose the most convenient type of weapon, you are generally not allowed to bring your own, but are provided by a neutral third party.
It can be ordinary, enchanted or even blessed with shamanic elements.
In short, the weapons of both sides must be kept at the same level.
In this way, the outcome of the duel will be determined to the greatest extent by the skill, courage and physical fitness of the two fighters themselves.
In addition, the original Makgora also prohibited the use of any form of magical power. Once one of the weapons is knocked down, it cannot be picked up again.
But these two items had been basically abolished when Gul'dan was in power.
However, as the original old tribe completely collapsed under the siege of the Alliance, Thrall emerged and established a new tribe, and the rules of Makgora have undergone new changes.
The biggest change is the cancellation of its core "until death do us part".
That is to say, the ultimate and only goal of a duel is to kill the opponent, as long as the winner can be determined.
Of course, if the two of them still persist until death, they can also follow the ancient tradition.
Beyond that, most of the time the dueling parties can negotiate the specific details of the rules.
For example, the two heavily armed guys in front of them, each holding their own exclusive weapons and wearing the strongest armor, slowly walked to the open space in front of the battlefield under the gaze of countless orcs.
Thall, of course, needless to say, both weapons and armor were inherited from the previous tribal chief Orgrimmar.
Especially the weapon. According to legend, an orc named Gorna surrendered his body and mind to the elements of the world of Draenor, and then resolutely jumped into the lava pool unscathed and successfully forged this weapon. Legendary weapons.
Its power comes from the blessing of the elemental power of the entire world, so it can release scalding flames and lightning storms, and can also cause terrible natural disasters such as floods, tsunamis, and earthquakes.
Draenor was still under the rule of the Ogre Empire in ancient times. Gornar used this artifact to defeat the invasion of the Ogre army again and again, protecting his tribe from surviving the darkest period of the orcs' fate. He didn't become the ogre's slave or plaything.
So the Hammer of Doom is not just a hammer as many people imagine, it can bloom in Thrall's hand with thunder symbolizing the power of the wind element.
Rather, it allows the holder to completely release the abilities of the four elements of earth, water, fire, and wind.
But not everyone can unleash the full power of Doomhammer.
Its first two owners, whether it was Blackhand, the first warchief of the old tribe, or Orgrimmar, were unable to truly awaken the power contained within because of the darkness in their hearts. Elemental power.
Otherwise, the Doomhammer alone can trigger natural phenomena such as earthquakes, tsunamis, thunderstorms, and volcanic eruptions to easily defeat the Alliance and completely gain a foothold in the eastern continent.
Of course, it cannot be ruled out that because it is far away from its hometown, the elemental power inside Doomhammer cannot be replenished for a long time, so its power cannot be compared with that in Draenor.
But at least in Thrall's hands, this legendary war hammer can still release unparalleled thunder and lightning, dealing a devastating blow to the enemy.
So far, he has not encountered any opponent who can catch his full blow.
In comparison, Grom Hellscream's Bloodhowl is inferior.
The latter's power mainly comes from the fact that the ancestor of the Hellscream family used this ax to kill six legendary gronn, a kind of super giant cyclops in the world of Draenor, the creator of the ogre race, and brought the gronn into existence. The powerful power bred by the heart is sealed in it.
Every time it is swung, the airflow will quickly pass through the gap of the skull as a decoration on the axe, making a creepy sound, which sounds like a roar, hence the name.
"Boy, are you ready?"
Grom put the heavy ax on his shoulder, his eyes flashing with a terrifying red light.
With the power of his bloodline being fully activated, he now not only possesses unimaginable power, but his reaction speed and body coordination have also increased exponentially.
Especially after drinking the blood of the demigod Cenarius that is full of natural energy, the body has already completed the transformation from quantitative change to qualitative change, even compared to the abyss lord Mannoroth.
"Yes, I'm ready."
Thall took a deep breath and the muscles in his body tensed instantly, as if he was suddenly back to being a gladiator in Durnholde. At that time, my attention was more focused than ever.
This warchief knows better than anyone else that in a duel with a violent warrior like Grom, as long as he is distracted or careless in the slightest, he will immediately become angry on the spot.
"In that case, let the game begin."
As the last word came out of his mouth, Grom launched a large, wide-open jumping slash without saying a word.
Bump!
The ax blade and the war hammer collided together, bursting out with red fire and flames.
Saar obviously did not expect that his opponent's strength would become so great. His hands and arms were numb from the shock, and the tiger's mouth cracked and bled. He suddenly lost his balance and rolled several meters away. Yuancai barely managed to steady his body and got up from the ground, his face full of horror and disbelief.
“You seem surprised, don’t you?”
After succeeding in the attack, Grom did not pursue the victory, but looked down at the young junior in a condescending manner.
Once upon a time, like Orgrimmar, he firmly believed that Thrall was the prophesied hero who could save the orc race, so he led the Warsong clan to join the new tribe.
It is a pity that as time goes by, Grom feels more and more that Thrall does not look like an orc at all, and does not even see the slightest bit of the nature that an orc should have, but more like a human being.
Because orcs will not consider so many benefits and losses, let alone shrink from the battle. Even if they know that it is failure and death, they will still fight bravely until the last moment of their lives.
The most important thing is that Thrall shook the supreme law of the orc tradition that the strong dominates everything, and tried to establish systems and laws like humans.
This undoubtedly greatly weakened the authority and interests of various clan chiefs and people in power.
From ancient times to the present, when did the orcs have rules and laws?
It’s not just what the most powerful chief says.
If you don’t accept it, challenge the current chief and kill him. You can become the new chief and make the entire tribe obey your will.
Traditional orcs have always believed that only by maintaining this spirit of the strong being king can they cultivate the most powerful warriors who are not afraid of death, and can they survive difficulties and crises again and again under the leadership of the strong. .
But what did Thrall do after he became the warchief?
He actually imitated humans and created a military rank system, and created the position of "Overseer", which made all clan chiefs very dissatisfied. He wanted to take away the command of soldiers and armies from clan chiefs.
This is also the reason why there are always undercurrents within the orcs.
Any reform or transfer of power cannot be smooth sailing.
Vested interest groups will do their best to resist, resist, and even start rebellions.
What's more, the tribe was originally a fragile alliance formed by different clans forcibly kneading together. There have been assassinations and bloody conflicts more than once in the internal struggle for power.
Compared to the entire tribe, they care more about the interests of their own clan.
Otherwise, the Dragon Roar Clan and the Blackstone Clan would not stand on their own and would rather continue to fight against the Alliance in the Eastern Kingdom than join the Horde and become a part of it.
So whether it was the military rank system or the establishment of warlords, Grom Hellscream felt very unhappy.
The reason why he chose to be patient before was because he felt that Thrall could lead the orcs to find a way out.
But now...
The chief of the Warsong Clan has found another way to make the orcs extremely powerful and continue to live without having to look at anyone's face.
Thall quickly got up from the ground regardless of the pain in his palms, stared into Grom's red eyes, gritted his teeth and asked: "So this is why you drank the blood of the devil again? The reason for becoming a slave? In order to gain greater power, you would rather continue to be a dog for Mannoroth than be a free orc?"
"Hahahaha! Do you think I have been attacked by Mannoroth? Control? Don't be stupid, kid. He is not worthy of being the master of me and the Warsong clan."
Grom laughed wildly and launched another violent attack.
He didn't even use his own abilities, just using pure brute force and physical fitness to suppress Thrall until he couldn't hold his head up.
Even if the power of thunder was poured into the Doomhammer, it would not gain even the slightest advantage.
Just the opposite!
With the blessing from the ability of the blood god Hakkar, the heart of Gronn sealed inside the blood roar is completely stimulated, so that the power of each slash will continue to be superimposed.
After finally reaching the critical point, there was a loud bang and a white shock wave that exceeded the speed of sound was released.
The huge destructive force will send Sal flying ten or twenty meters away. His skin will rub violently with the soil and gravel on the ground. Large areas of skin on his face, arms and back have been ground to pieces, showing the appearance of his lower body. Bloody muscles and blood vessels.
But fortunately, Thrall is a shaman and has the power of natural healing. He only needs to give himself a sip of milk to make these scary-looking wounds scab and heal.
But being beaten down like this is obviously not the answer.
So he didn't care about hiding his trump card and directly activated the elemental power of the Doomhammer. Instantly, the originally dark hammer surface burst into a dazzling orange-red fire, and at the same time, silvery-white electric light continued to adhere to the surface. It makes a crackling sound.
"No matter how you explain it, drinking demon blood is a blasphemy against the free will of the orcs! Go to hell! Grom! Only by dying can we orcs gain a chance of survival."
Thrall raised his war hammer high and roared with power.
“Free will?
You’re kidding!
Look at what you’ve done in the years since you became Warchief!
You are destroying our ancient traditions , making the orcs less and less like themselves!
He doesn't have the slightest bit of bravery that an orc should have, and he acts like a weak human being who is timid all day long!
Even more unworthy of sitting in the position of warchief and continuing to lead the entire race forward! "
Grom retorted sharply, while releasing the blood in his body and injecting it into the blood roar, allowing himself to be closely connected with Gronn's heart, gaining more powerful power from it. The whole person looked like Bathed in a blood-red mist.
“Everything I do is to avoid making more enemies, so that the orcs will not eventually be destroyed when surrounded by powerful enemies.
Do you think your reckless behavior without considering the consequences is brave?
No!
That's stupid!
Now as you and the Warsong clan drink the blood of demons again and wreak havoc in Ashenvale, you even killed the demigod Cenarius.
All the natives of Kalimdor, without exception, have regarded us as invaders and minions of the Burning Legion.
Just like the old tribe crossed the Dark Portal to burn, kill and loot in the Eastern Continent!
You never reflected on your mistakes and continued on the same path. ”
Thall vented his inner dissatisfaction and anger towards Grom and the Warsong clan.
In fact, the differences and conflicts between the two have been going on for a long time. For a while.
At the beginning, they got along quite happily with Orgrimmar, the former war chief with great achievements, as a lubricant.
But with Og. With Rima's death in battle, the differences in concepts, thinking and values between the two sides gradually became apparent
In fact, compared to the most famous Thrall, Orgrimmar is the most suitable warchief for the orcs.
On the one hand, his mind is flexible enough and he is very good at maneuvering. The best example is his ability to kill the Blackhand Chief and then seize power from Gul'dan when the situation completely ignores him.
On the other hand, he is the most traditional orc who understands how to unite all the clans. He can be regarded as the top in terms of personal strength and leadership level, and he also has the top strategy. With his vision, the strategic goal of surprise attack on the Kingdom of Lordaeron almost succeeded.
It was only later that Gul'dan's betrayal led to his failure.
So the conflict between Thrall and Grom is essentially the epitome of a series of complex issues between the reformists and the traditionalists due to concepts, power, interests, values, etc.
In the original timeline, this conflict ended due to the latter's death in battle before it completely broke out.
The Warsong Clan became directly subordinate to Warchief Thrall, giving the reformists an overwhelming advantage. The conservatives had no power to resist except to obey.
When the new military rank system and the position of military governor came into operation, the rights in the hands of the chiefs of each clan, especially the military power, were greatly weakened, and naturally there was no room for rebellion.
What's more, after the Battle of Mount Hyjal, the Horde flourished under Thrall's leadership. It first won over the Forsaken, and then got the blood elves and goblins to join, and even once showed an momentum that overwhelmed the Alliance.
This made the new generation of orcs full of infinite admiration and worship for this warchief.
When they join the army as adults, they naturally become loyal supporters of the new tribe.
But at this moment, Thrall has not yet gathered strong prestige. Instead, he has been questioned by many clan chiefs because of his inexplicable order to cross the endless sea to the desolate and primitive Kalimdor.
Compared with the difficult hunting and gathering of food here, it is much easier to rob human villages and towns in the Eastern Kingdom, and the food is more abundant.
As the saying goes, it is not enough to say anything without speculation.
Seeing that it was impossible for Grom to understand his painstaking efforts, Thrall finally gave up the last thought of mercy, tried his best to communicate with the ubiquitous elemental power, and spent all his mana Transformed into fire and thunder and infused into Doomhammer.
In a blink of an eye!
The hammer has become extremely dazzling and bright, emitting heat enough to melt everything.
"Ahhhhhhhh!!!!!!"
Grom roared and raised his strength to the extreme, leaping once again during the run-up. Jump high.
The Blood Howl exuded a strong smell of blood under his swing, and even dark red plasma flowed from the inside.
Just when one person and one ax jumped to the highest point, Thrall finally threw the hammer in his hand with all his strength.
Boom! ! ! ! ! !
A loud noise like thunder swept hundreds of meters around it and formed a shock wave visible to the naked eye.
Many of the orcs standing in the front row watching the battle involuntarily retreated under the influence of this force.
Even veterans like Varok Saurfang, who had participated in the previous two wars, couldn't help but look horrified.
As the adjutant of Orgrimmar, the warchief of the old tribe, he once witnessed the glorious duel between Orgrimmar and Anduin Lothar. He once thought that it was the pinnacle and ultimate that a warrior could achieve. It is a manifestation of strong will and belief.
But now, the elemental power exploded by Thrall has far exceeded the limit that the warrior can achieve with his body and weapons.
Even if Orgrimmar comes back from the dead, he will definitely be seriously injured and fall to the ground in the face of such a blow.
But just tenths of a second later, Grom Hellscream stepped forward without showing any signs of weakness and used his blood roar to hit the surface of the Doomhammer full of elemental power.
In an instant!
Terrifying flames and thunder erupted on the spot, forming an electric fire like the end of the world.
Boom! ! ! ! ! !
The terrifying high-temperature flames and the more deadly thunderstorm instantly expanded outward from the collision point, forming a spherical energy group with a radius of hundreds of meters.
Everything within this range, whether soil, stones, trees, or weeds, evaporated in an instant.
A giant, high-temperature lava pool has even formed below.
Many people believe that under such an attack, even the strongest warriors of the orcs will realize the possibility of survival.
But they soon discovered that they were wrong, and they were very wrong.
In the boiling lava pool on the ground, an orc warrior covered in scarlet blood slowly walked out of it, carrying Blood Howl in one hand and dragging it with the other. The Doomhammer, which was emitting red light, came step by step in front of Thrall, who had lost all his power. He grinned and asked: "Boy, is this your full strength? It's really disappointing. I thought Ogg The person chosen by Rima should at least be able to hit me hard, but you just broke a few of my ribs."
"This...this is impossible!"
Sal, who was panting, was frightened, and his eyes revealed panic and despair.
You must know that in order to ensure that he can achieve the effect of killing with one blow, he has exhausted all the magic power in his body. Now he has tried his best to even stay standing and has no strength to continue fighting.
“Nothing is impossible.
In the final analysis, this world is about the jungle.
As long as we orcs are strong enough, we will never have to worry about being annihilated.
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So power is what we should pursue, not your ridiculous human tricks. Now, are you ready to meet your destiny?"
As he spoke, Grom threw away his Doomhammer, grabbed Thrall by the neck, and pulled the warchief up from the ground.
"So you plan to lead the orcs to surrender to the devil or the so-called master who gave you power?"
Thrall suppressed a strong sense of suffocation and sneered and sneered.
“The master has arranged a destiny for the orcs. All we have to do is obey his orders with gratitude and awe. At least under his command, we are powerful orcs, not submissive cowards. and cowards.”
As the last word blurted out, Grom directly opened his bloody mouth and pierced Thrall's neck with his fangs. While sucking the blood, he also injected the blood in his own body.
The latter only felt that his body was completely out of control in an instant. Not only did his breathing and heartbeat completely stop, but even his muscles gradually became stiff.
But this is obviously not death, but closer to a kind of physical shock and suspended animation.
What’s even more incredible is that despite being completely unable to move or even blink, Sal’s consciousness has always remained awake.
Grom casually threw the transforming warchief to the ground, raised his head and cast his gaze on the other top orcs, and declared in a condescending tone: "I won this duel. . Now, I am the new chief of the tribe, I believe no one has any objections, right?"
"It depends on where you want to take us. If it is to surrender to the devil and become the slave of the other party, I would rather die heroically than join in the same trap with you."
Varok Saurfa Er was the first to express his attitude.
“Me too!”
Etrigg also followed and stood clearly on the former’s side.
With the two leaders, many other orcs gradually joined in.
They generally hate the violence and impulse brought by demon blood, so they refuse from the bottom of their hearts to become that kind of monster without thinking and self-awareness.
"Hmph! A bunch of stupid guys. Do you think I am a slave of the devil?"
As he said that, Grom Hellscream turned around and looked at the guy who was swinging his big butt towards this person. The Lord of the Abyss walked quickly, his eyes bursting with cold and bloodthirsty light.
Etrigg seemed to realize something and immediately added: "Then prove to us that you and the Warsong clan are not controlled by demons."
"Keep your eyes open and watch carefully. ! ”
After Grom said these words, he walked directly in the direction of the Abyss Lord.
Mannoroth obviously did not realize that his death was coming. When Hellscream came over, he stretched out his hand and patted the other party's shoulder, laughed and praised: "Well done, I like it the most.
You are more violent, bloodthirsty and powerful than your compatriots, even far beyond my expectations.
Maybe I should tell Ah Jal after we capture Mount Hyjal. Lord Kermund has made an application to completely transform you into a new species of demon
In this way, you can become my adjutant, conquer and destroy more worlds with me, and enjoy the killing place. The pleasure it brings.”
"Becoming a demon?"
Hearing these words, Grom immediately pursed his lips with a mocking expression.
"Yes! You must know that this is the highest level of honor that the Legion can bestow on its servants! You should feel honored to be valued so highly, and do your best to make contributions in the next war."
Manoroth was pacing with his short legs, and the fel flames burning on his head and back looked particularly dazzling because of his high interest.
But just a second later, he saw Grom suddenly slashing his right front leg with a blood roar without any warning.
puff!
With the tremendous power provided by Gronn's heart, the abyss lord's thigh was immediately cut with a bone-deep cut.
The burning blood suddenly scattered in all directions, and the terrifying high temperature ignited the ground.
"Ah!!! Damn it! How dare you?"
Manoros was frightened and angry, and immediately raised his double-headed sword to fight back, and at the same time released a powerful curse magic, trying to kill Death to this lowly orc who dared to attack him.
Unfortunately, Grom was no longer what he used to be. He jumped up and stepped on the huge double-headed sword swung by the opponent, flying into the air, and hit another ax with his backhand.
Directly cut off the raised fingers of the Abyss Lord and the entire palm to the wrist.
After destroying the opponent's spellcasting ability, the powerful warrior moved forward without mercy and raised the ax high. With a click, the ax blade was directly embedded into the skull of the big head. middle.
The loss of this blow caused the huge evil space-time in Mannoroth's body to burst out with dazzling light from the broken wound, obviously preparing to self-destruct.
After all, as a demon, after his death, he just returns to the Twisting Nether to wait for rebirth, and he will not really die.
Killing this dangerous orc before the body is completely destroyed is obviously a very cost-effective thing.
"Hahahaha! Sorry, it's too late."
Grom obviously noticed the intention of the abyss lord, grinned and let out a burst of laughter, followed by opening his mouth full of fangs. The big mouth aimed at the place where the wound was bleeding, greedily absorbing the opponent's blood full of shadow and evil energy. Even if the entire mouth and tongue were burned by the overflowing evil energy flames, there was no intention to let go.
The Warsong clan on the side saw that their chief had begun to take action, and they did not hesitate to change direction and launch an all-out attack on the demon.
Whether it was the ugly-looking hellhounds or the succubi with charming looks and sexy figures, they were all forced to the ground by the blood orcs and drank blood.
The slightly smaller ones were treated like crispy chicken or bullfrog, thrown into their mouths and eaten alive.
After seeing that brutal and bloodthirsty scene, even the orcs, who have always had a strong psychological endurance, couldn't help but start vomiting, feeling fear and trembling from the bottom of their hearts.
In just about twenty minutes, some of the Burning Legion's vanguard, including Mannoroth, were completely killed or injured.
To be precise, it was sucked dry alive.
The blood orcs of the Warsong Clan seem to have become much more powerful, and some of them even emit evil fire visible to the naked eye, or extremely cold shadow energy.
After discarding the worthless body of the Abyss Lord, Grom Hellscream wiped the remaining green liquid from the corner of his mouth, turned to Eitrigg and asked: "How, can I prove now that I am not controlled by demons? ”
Gudong!
Even though Eitrigg had seen many big scenes, he was still frightened by the state shown by the other party. He couldn't help but swallowed his saliva and nodded lightly: "Yes. You and Your Warsong clan has proven itself, but we still can't accept the fact that you become the warchief, because you don't look like orcs at all, but more like a group of terrible demons."
"Then get out. Go! Before I change my mind in a good mood, remember, I will never appear in front of the Warsong clan, otherwise I will kill you all with my own hands."
After saying this, Grom. He directly picked up Thrall who was lying on the ground and disappeared into the burning jungle.
The orcs cautiously began to retreat until they broke out of contact and turned around to retreat in the direction of Azshara.
After losing the great chief Thrall, they urgently needed to find a safer place to stay and rest, and digest the major events that had happened one after another during this period, and what was going to happen next. Only in this way can we ensure that we will not be liquidated after the war.
After all, judging from the power displayed by the Warsong clan, it is basically impossible to annihilate them.
Grom Hellscream alone is more than anyone present can handle.
Even the most senior Varok Saurfang said that he had no hope of winning.
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On the other side, after destroying several portals established by Mannoroth, Grom quickly brought Thrall to Zuo Si deep in the forest.
This time he was no longer as rebellious as before. He knelt on the ground very humbly and reported: "Master, I have fulfilled your order, granted Thrall his first embrace and brought him back. .
As for those orcs, they seemed to be very resistant to becoming one of the blood orcs.
Considering that I did not receive any instructions from you, I did not deal with them immediately and let them leave."< br>
"It doesn't matter, I have other plans for them."
Zuo Si pursed his lips and showed a creepy smile, then raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
Pop!
After a crisp sound, Sal suddenly jumped up from the ground, and his heart that had stopped started beating once.
However, as vital signs such as breathing were restored, he suddenly felt an unprecedented hunger and thirst flowing through his body.
Blood!
I want blood!
The war chief's eyeballs turned a blood-red color unconsciously, and his skin also turned from green to red. He twisted his neck crazily to find a prey to complete his first hunting and eating.
Zuo Si, who had been prepared for a long time, directly threw a captured orc prisoner in front of him.
Under the control of a strong bloodthirsty impulse, Thrall did not even recognize that this was his compatriot, and directly pounced on him to sever the main artery in the opponent's neck, greedily sucking the sweet blood.
Ten seconds...
One minute...
Three minutes...
Five minutes...
Until the orc's blood is completely sucked dry and becomes Turning into a slightly pale corpse, his skin returned to green again, and he suddenly regained his rationality. Looking at his dead compatriots, he licked the remaining blood at the corner of his mouth, and his whole body began to tremble violently uncontrollably.
"I...what have I done? You...you actually turned me into a monster that is cursed like you!"
"Monster? No, no, no, this is not a curse. , but a blessing. It restores the orcs to a state that is perfectly in line with your past traditions of barbarism, killing, plundering, and preying on the weak." Zuo Si immediately raised a finger and shook it gently.
"Are you the master Grom talks about? The man behind turning them into monsters?"
Saar obviously noticed Zuo Si, who was disguised in a demon-like form, and subconsciously thought To get the Doomhammer.
But unfortunately he caught an empty shot.
Because at this moment, the Doomhammer has been placed in front of the opponent, and it is still being held in his hand and played with like a toy.
“You seem to have a lot of misunderstandings about me.
You must know that I have never forced anyone.
All of this is the fault of the Warsong Clan and Grom himself.
I only provided a little help and guidance when they were attacked by Cenarius and the Night Elf Sentinels.
And don’t you feel that your will and thoughts are free now?
In other words, you can leave and return to the tribe at any time as long as you want, and continue to be the so-called chief.
The most important thing is, now you have the same power as Grom.
You can even create descendants just like yourself. You can mass-produce a group of men to destroy the Warsong clan and prove your position and determination to the native creatures.
As for the price, it just needs to suck blood from the enemy every once in a while.
See, I've now given the orcs on the brink of death a choice, and it's also a way to survive.
You can make your own choices under the control of free will.
There will be no coercion or mind control as you might imagine. "
At this moment, Zuo Si has obviously entered the state of a big devil. He is seizing the weakness of the opponent's mind to launch an attack, slowly guiding this one of the absolute protagonists of Azeroth for many years to come. Towards the ending he hoped for, an extremely dark ending.
But Thrall is not a fool either.
Having been tricked by goblins more than once, he knows very well that there is no free lunch in the world. If there is, then there must be some conspiracy behind it.
Looking at the corpses of his compatriots on the ground in silence for a long time, he quickly sneaked away to endure the sadness, pain and self-blame in his heart, clenched his fists with both hands and continued to test: "Why should I trust you? How do you know this is not a trap for orcs?"
Zuo Si smiled and replied: "You don't need to believe me, you just need to trust your own judgment.
What's more, you still have it. What other choice is there?
Don’t forget, you must prove to all other races in this world that you are not monsters, let alone minions of the Burning Legion, before the end of the Third War. >
So do what you have to do, son of Durotan, orphan of the Frostwolf clan, and warchief of the new tribe.
Don't worry, your skin will not turn completely red like Grom who drank the blood of the Abyss Lord.
Only when extremely hungry, thirsty and bloodthirsty will it temporarily become like this. "
Zuo Si obviously knew what Sal was worried about, and simply gave him a reassurance.
His actions and words obviously made Sal full of doubts.
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At first, the shaman thought that the demon in front of him was a member of the Burning Legion, but it didn't take long for him to realize that what he was doing was completely against the Legion, so he was puzzled.
However, the biggest difference between Thrall and ordinary orcs is that the city is deep enough, and he will not show his emotions, anger, sorrow, and joy on his face. He quickly retreated tentatively and quickly left the place of right and wrong.
Looking at his retreating back, the Dread Lord Mal'Ganis hidden in the darkness finally appeared and asked in a slightly playful tone: "You should be able to control Grom just like you do. He, right?"
"Ah! Of course."
Zuo Si replied in the affirmative.
"Why not control it directly? Wouldn't that save a lot of trouble?"
Mal'Ganis asked with interest, touching his chin.
The reason why the Dread Lord likes to seduce, torture and abuse is mainly to extract spiritual energy from the target.
He didn't understand whether Zuo Si did this simply out of some bad taste or if he had other purposes.
“My dear friend, you need to understand that evil deeds committed while under manipulation do not equate to mental corruption.
There is no way to get a soul that exudes a wonderful dark atmosphere.
The real method is to let the target willingly fall into the abyss under the influence of self-awareness by constantly giving choices.
And in this process, you have to make him feel the pain and struggle, the conflict between conscience and desire, the intertwining of love and hate, and finally turn completely dark under the betrayal and separation of relatives.
Only in this way will its soul emit dazzling evil light and be able to provide more and more powerful energy.
This is the value of the soul!
Also, please be sure to convey my words to your master.
I believe he can understand some mysteries from it. "
After saying that, Zuo Si gave the Dread Lord a "you know" look, and then directly used psychic magic to resurrect the dead orc corpses on the ground into undead with thinking and consciousness like the Forsaken. , then take him with him and use teleportation magic to disappear.
"Soul?
Energy?
Damn it!
This guy knows more secrets of the Shadow Realm than I thought.
It seems that I have to find a way to quickly write a report to the master to let him know about the changes in Azeroth.
As for Archimonde's vanguard, it is obviously impossible to be this guy's opponent.
He will definitely lay a deadly trap on Mount Hyjal and wait for the Burning Legion to mobilize themselves. ”
After Mal'Ganis stood there and muttered a few words that others could not understand, he quickly activated the teleportation magic and disappeared.
As for the Warsong clan, under the leadership of Grom Hellscream, they continue to march towards the depths of Ashenvale...
(End of this chapter)
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