Chapter 744 You are the lucky one who was chosen (a 10,000-word chapter, please subscribe)
Tifanton, the important border town in the north of the Kingdom of Cormyr in the Lun Continent, has now been completely separated from the influence of the Shadow Plane. Come out and return to the material world.
To be precise, since the ancient artifact was absorbed by Greia, the darkness that enveloped this area has quickly dissipated, and most of the shadow creatures have been exposed to the bright and hot sunlight. The sky is ashes and smoke.
Only a handful of powerful creatures that can withstand sunlight, such as shadow dragons, shadow kings, and high-level shadows, were able to successfully escape into houses or sewers and escape.
However, their survival did not last long before they were all captured by the returning Prince of Darkness.
In the face of the purest power of darkness and nothingness that came from the birth of the crystal wall where the planet Toril is located, no matter how powerful the shadow creature is, it can only remain silent and kneel on the ground to express surrender to the young new master, unable to raise it at all. A shred of will to resist.
After solving the most troublesome shadow plane creatures, the rest, such as the Zhentarim and the remnants of the City of Shadows placed in the city, were completely ignored and were killed all at once.
Those civilians who were lucky enough not to die naturally went back to their homes, and the army of the Kingdom of Cormyr to counter the rebellion was also officially stationed to guard against possible threats from the Aino Oak Desert.
Since the entire Tifantun was sent up into the air by the powerful power of the Shadow Web, becoming a floating city that only Greia could control, he set up a teleportation link on the ground that was linked to the shadow plane. Door.
In this way, whether you are a civilian or a businessman, you only need to travel in the shadow plane for a few seconds to quickly enter and exit.
If the enemy wants to use this portal to launch an attack, the Prince of Darkness only needs a thought to make them completely lost in the shadow plane and torn into pieces by various terrifying shadow creatures.
Especially the spire that suddenly rises from the ground in the center of the city. It is completely shrouded in darkness no matter day or night. Just looking at it will make people feel inexplicable fear.
And this spire is the temporary residence that Greia built for herself, and it is also the center of Tifantun's rule.
After concluding his conquest and sweep of the entire Kingdom of Cormyr, he did not immediately return to the capital Susar to greet the flowers, applause and triumphal ceremony prepared by his mother for him. Instead, he chose to stay and digest what he had gained. Power, learning how to use the magical abilities granted by the planeswalker's spark.
What's more, Grea knew very well that after he killed a ghost prince, Telamante would definitely not give up and would have to inflict an unbearable heavy blow to the opponent in the war.
Right now, he is preparing for this upcoming war.
"Your Highness, according to your instructions, we have secretly buried those things on the ground around the city."
The female officer knelt down on one knee and reported to the prince to whom she swore allegiance. .
At this moment, she is no longer a simple human being, but her whole body is shrouded in darkness and shadow that cannot be described in words.
Anyone who has seen the half-life, half-shadow residents of the City of Shadows can easily tell that this woman has been transformed into a similar form under the influence of powerful magical power.
It's just that she goes one step further than the ghost form, and is closely integrated with the shadow magic network of Shar, the goddess of the night.
In other words, in addition to retaining her warrior abilities, she is also a natural spellcaster like a warlock.
The most important thing is that this woman named Corinna has been made into the first follower card by the Dark Prince who became a planeswalker, so her loyalty is unquestionable and she has no regard for death. A little bit of fear.
Graia nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, keep your people on guard, because I can feel that Ghost City will definitely choose to fight without declaring war. By the way, Elminster, Storm ·Have Silverhand and the Harper executives left yet?"
"No.
They want to talk to you in person.
Elminster, in particular, is clearly aware of the overwhelming dominance of the Shadow Network in this area.
As a voter of the Goddess of Magic, this is obviously not the result he wants to see.
Moreover, the previous overt and covert struggles between Ghost City and Zhentil Keep, as well as the changes that have occurred within the Kingdom of Cormyr, have also seriously threatened the security of the valley.
With Elminster’s character, he will definitely want to test your attitude. ”
Corinna expressed her judgment in one breath.
It is different from the legendary love-making.
In fact, Elminster, the great sage of Shadow Valley, is not very popular in many places, and the neighboring Kingdom of Cormyr happens to be one of them.
Especially the war mage organization loyal to the royal family scorned the first choice of the goddess of magic.
In contrast, Lyra and Kelben of Waterdeep City are more respected.
"Hmph!
Father said that Elminster is just a conservative, nosy and arrogant old stubborn.
He always thinks that he is right and is helping this man. The world maintains a certain balance.
But in fact, he has not even done his most important duty as a voter - to promote magic. He actually advocates using as little magic as possible all day long.
< br>If all spellcasters become like this, then what is the point of learning and researching magic?
The correct way to use magic should be like what my father did, so that as many people as possible can enjoy the convenience it brings. ”
When saying these words, the Dark Prince’s tone was full of naked and undisguised contempt.
To be precise, Elminster’s languorous absurdity It is impossible for his ideas to be popular among young people.
Let alone young people, even spellcasters who are slightly ambitious and curious about knowledge do not like him very much.
Ke. Lina nodded with deep approval: "You are right. Elminster has lived too long, and his routine has long been unable to adapt to the changes in the current situation. But just leaving him alone is not an option. ”
But Greia curled her lips indifferently: "It doesn't matter, just let it dry for now.
Anyway, I don't have time to waste time on them now.
Also remember to warn those people Harper leaders, if they dare to plant spies in Tifantun City, they will kill anyone who participates
Even Elminster and Storm Silverhand will not be exempted.
Me. He is not a father, nor is he chosen by the goddess of magic, so he will not coddle them.”
As these murderous words blurted out, the Prince of Darkness slowly stood up from his seat, his whole body exuding the coldness that could freeze everything, and the nothingness that swallowed everything.
The biggest difference between him and Zuo Si is that they are ruthless and don't talk much. When they have murderous intentions, they will definitely take action in the next second.
Whether it is the Prince of Shadows or the Great Sage of Shadow Valley, there is essentially no difference.
"As you wish..."
Corinna lowered her head deeply and did not dare to look into her master's eyes that were like black holes.
Just as she stood up to leave, she suddenly heard Greya's voice from behind.
"Wait! I asked you to send someone to deliver a message to the undead Ovo. Is there no response yet?"
Corinna quickly turned around and responded: "No, this The great arcanist has already responded, saying that he is ready to cooperate with you at any time to teach Telamante an impressive lesson."
Hearing this, the Prince of Darkness immediately understood. The other party wanted to express the subtext. He pursed his lips and said with a smile: "In that case, let's set a small goal first, which is to kill at least two-thirds of the Princes of Shadows in this war, so that the City of Shadows can understand who they are. They are the real masters of darkness. Compared with me, their ridiculous shadow magic is nothing more than a clown's sideshow."
He finished his sentence!
In the darkness at the top of the tower, thousands of dim flames emitting gray suddenly appeared.
Graia raised her right hand and gathered all the flames directly into her palm to slowly shape a raven.
In the flames burning within the raven's body, one can vaguely see the painful soul of Ramolek Tanshur that has been distorted beyond recognition.
......
At the same time, far away in the hall of the Ghost City above the Shadow Sea, a super artificial lake in the Eno Oak Desert.
The Supreme City Lord Telamant was sitting on his throne, staring at his deputies and sons with a livid face. After a while, he spoke in a slightly lower voice: "I have personally confirmed it just now. , Lamorake is dead, and even his soul has been imprisoned or destroyed. No magic or even wishing magic can resurrect him."
"How dare that guy! It is simply declaring war on us!”
Melagonte roared angrily after a brief shock.
Because among all the ghost princes, he has the best relationship with Lamorake.
When he learned that the latter was killed and was not resurrected in the clone body, he vaguely sensed that something was wrong.
But who would have thought that even his omnipotent father could not revive him.
The emotion of anger mixed with fear greatly shocked this guy's heart.
After all, the power of Yinhun City lies in the fact that the Yinhun Prince and a group of high-level and even legendary mages have secretly prepared more than one method of resurrection for themselves.
This means that even if they encounter a powerful enemy and are accidentally killed, they can quickly resurrect and report the opponent's information and intelligence to the Supreme City Lord Telamante, and then summon more powerful enemies. The mages made a plan to join forces to strangle the enemy.
But now, someone can actually make all these resurrection methods ineffective, which will inevitably cause panic.
"Father, what are you still hesitating about?
If the other party dares to kill Lamolek this time, he will dare to kill any of us next time.
Whether it is to take back Lamolek In order to eliminate the hidden danger once and for all, we should immediately find a way to get rid of the Dark Prince Graia.
After all, he has shown enough hostility to the City of Shadows and is an out-and-out enemy."
Martik, the only twin among the Princes of Shadows, stood up and expressed his attitude.
His twin brother Vatik also echoed: "That's right. It's time to launch a war to let everyone know the details of the last floating city in Netheril. Isn't it just a newly born divine power? We You can definitely use that trump card to kill him."
Seeing that all the ghost princes present were showing the same hatred, Hajhorna couldn't help but remind him: "Everyone, I can understand Lamolek. His death makes you angry, but please don’t forget that the Dark Prince Gray is the descendant of the West Coast Empire Emperor Soth. The latter is the most difficult to deal with. "
"So what? br>Is this your excuse for being a coward?
The only successor to our noble Netherese civilization!
What's more, the great goddess of the night, Shar, is protecting us! ”
Revalan seized on the omissions in the words of his political opponents and ridiculed them and chased them fiercely.
And as a fanatical believer and voter, he firmly believed that the goddess he served was The most powerful in the entire kingdom, no other god can compare with it.
"So you mean, the great Shar will show up in the war to help us deal with Soth?" ”
Hajhorna was obviously not intimidated by the eldest ghost prince, and ignored the malicious looks from other people present. Instead, he calmly raised questions.
The reason why he dared to do this was that his current power and status all originated from the supreme city lord Telamant.
So as long as Telamant still trusts him, it doesn't matter even if he offends all the ghost princes.
“You actually dare to speculate on the intentions of the great goddess? How disrespectful and blasphemous this is!”
Revalan subconsciously held the weapon hanging on his waist, with a more serious look in his eyes. It revealed a strong murderous intention.
"No, of course not. I just want to analyze the consequences of a failed war from an objective and rational perspective." Hajhorna retorted without giving in.
Seeing that the two of them were quarreling to the point of fighting again, Telamant immediately shouted impatiently: "That's enough!
Can't you put aside your personal grudges and work together at this time?
< br>I have made up my mind!
From now on, the Dark Prince Greia will be regarded as the greatest enemy of the Ghost City.
No matter what method is used, he must be eliminated.
Otherwise, there would be no hope of reviving Netheril. "
"In that case, I suggest you take that thing out.
After all, you can never be too careful when dealing with a powerful god-like force.
What's more, killing the Dark Prince Graya is most likely just the beginning of the war.
The most terrifying thing is to face Soth’s crazy revenge. ”
Hajhorna stared at the box placed on the table next to the throne of the Supreme City Lord and gave his own suggestions.
Telamante obviously knew what his deputy was referring to and opened the sealed box directly.
In an instant!
A heart that looked like a mixture of muscle and mud appeared in everyone's sight.
It doesn't look big, but it is wrapped in dark divine power, and there is even a dagger of artifact quality stuck on it.
With just a slight touch, a large amount of foul-smelling black mud and mucus will flow out from inside.
What is even more incredible is that although it is just a single heart, it beats weakly every thirty seconds.
"Prime's Heart of the Mire..."
The Ghost Prince Coraribonas whispered the name of this artifact.
You don’t need to ask to know that this thing was the trump card that Shar gave to Revalan, and then Revalan gave it to Telamante to use against Zuo Si.
As perhaps one of the most well-known wild gods in Faerûn, Prim was killed by the three mortal gods of death with the Zasman dagger, and the heart in front of him was the only remaining remains of him.
Because of this, this matter is more or less mentioned in the classics of the Church of the Three Gods of Death, so many people know that there is such an ancient desolate god.
But if you think that Prim is completely dead, you are totally wrong.
In fact, even the weakest of divine beings like Aragami are difficult to kill.
As long as the weapon inserted in the heart is pulled out, warm and turbid water will burst out from the hole above, transforming the surrounding environment into a boiling mud lake.
After thirty days, Prim will be completely resurrected and able to return to Toril under his own power no matter which plane he is in.
So to a certain extent, this heart carries the essence of Aragami's power.
Anyone who holds it gains a small god-like bonus to armor class and saving throws.
Attention!
This is a quasi-divine protection, not ordinary magic protection. Even divine attacks can still be weakened.
Its physical defense improvement is basically equivalent to wearing an additional piece of strong armor.
In addition, it also gives the wearer the ability to breathe freely and walk on flat ground in swamps and muddy areas.
If a spellcaster or god makes it into a weapon, it must be a very powerful artifact.
However, it is easy to see from the dark power emanating from the heart that Shar, the goddess of the night, must have made some unknown image or even transformation of it.
"Are you sure it would be a good idea to release it at a time like this?"
Tilamant asked in an uncertain tone.
“This is our only choice.”
Hajhorna replied in the affirmative without hesitation.
The next second...
Telamante pulled out the sharp weapon inserted above.
moment!
Black juice quickly spurted out along with thick smoke and enveloped the entire hall.
The rapidly becoming extremely cold ambient temperature proves that it contains amazing negative energy.
If it were an ordinary person, if they were infected even a little bit, they would get a serious illness or even have their life energy sucked out on the spot, leading to death.
But these ghost princes present have already acquired ghost physiques, so they don’t need to hide at all. They just stand there and watch the rebirth process of Aragami Prim.
Although it takes a long time, no one wants to miss any details.
There is no doubt that from this moment on, the war between the City of Shadows and the Prince of Darkness, Graya, has officially begun.
......
On the other side, Zuo Si, who left the Marvel Universe, also came to the sky above the continent of Kalimdor in the west of the planet Azeroth.
The reason why he appears here is also very simple, that is, to take away the soul of Thrall, the chief of the tribe.
Following the death of Admiral Daelin of Kul Tiran at the hands of the orcs, his daughter Jaina led the coalition to launch a fierce attack on Azshara.
Although under Thrall's operation, the Horde side gained additions from the centaur, ogre and furbolg tribes.
The two sides once fought repeatedly at the junction of Ashenvale and Azshara to compete for those important strongholds. But with the disappearance of the Lich King Ner'zhul and Arthas, and the Scourge being dragged to the front lines of the bloody battle in droves as cannon fodder, the situation in the eastern continent suddenly became much better.
So the Queen of Lordaeron, Calia Menethil, mobilized a lot of troops, weapons and equipment to help her good sisters win this battle of revenge.
Coupled with the reinforcements provided by the night elf allies, and the personal leadership of powerful leaders such as Malfurion and Tyrande, the whole process was basically overwhelming.
Although the goblins, who regard wealth as their lives, tried their best to help the tribe survive so that they could make more money from this group of high-quality customers, all resistance was in vain in the face of overwhelming firepower. of.
After several decisive battles, the centaurs, which suffered the most heavy losses, even left more than 100,000 corpses. The furbolgs and ogres lost more than half, and only the orcs and darkspear trolls were lost. The casualties are still within control.
Especially Jaina, who led a very small number of elites to carry out surprise attacks using group teleportation magic, gave Thrall a first taste of how a powerful mage could easily influence the battle situation.
As long as Jaina is willing, she can appear anywhere on the battlefield at any time to defeat the defenders at lightning speed and open up gaps, or even go deep into the rear to burn down granaries and destroy transportation and supply routes.
This made the tribe, which was already in short supply of food, even worse.
We couldn't win on the frontal battlefield, and there was a big problem with logistical supplies. The soldiers couldn't fill their stomachs at all.
In the end, the accumulated conflicts within the tribe finally broke out.
Some people began to question Thrall's leadership ability. Others believed that Thrall was the culprit of the current predicament and should be handed over in exchange for a truce with the Alliance.
At the beginning, Thrall was able to suppress the opposition with the help of the orc race.
Until one day, even one of the most trusted people around him, Eitrigg, chose to betray, and joined with other orcs to launch a coup with Jaina, handing himself over to the other party as a bargaining chip in exchange for the right of the tribe and the orcs to survive.
Although rationally, Thrall can understand that Eitrigg made such a choice because he could not see any hope of winning the war, so he must be sacrificed in exchange for the future of the orc race.
But in terms of emotions, I have devoted so much to the continuation and development of the race, but in the end I ended up like this. It is definitely impossible to say that there is no resentment and resentment at all.
Especially when he was taken to the execution ground to be beheaded, the cheers, curses and expressions of relief on the faces of the orcs in the audience were simply harsh to the extreme.
Obviously, hunger, exhaustion, hardship and successive defeats have made these originally bloodthirsty and warlike guys tired of war.
In other words, the reason why all intelligent races, including orcs, like to wage war is that they can benefit from it.
With positive feedback, the people will enthusiastically support the war, and the soldiers will feel that they are invincible and can defeat any enemy.
But if the result is negative feedback, then the enthusiasm for war will quickly cool down, and eventually it will turn from warlike to war-weary.
Unfortunately, by the time Thrall understood this, it was already too late.
Now he can only kneel on the execution platform, put his head into the groove and wait to be beheaded by the sharp axe.
As for escaping...
It's not that he doesn't want to do it, but his hands and feet are wearing strong magic shackles, and there is a powerful mage watching him next to him, so it is impossible to run away.
“Do you have any last words?”
Gianna, who was to be the executioner herself, walked up to him with an ax and asked.
Saar shook his head slightly: "No, I don't have any last words. You can do it now. After all, I killed your father. It is only natural that you kill me now. There is nothing to complain about. .”
"Very good, then let me take you on your way."
As she said that, Jaina raised the sharp ax high, and then chopped it down with all her strength.
The next second...
Poof! ! ! ! ! !
With the gushing blood, Sal's huge green head fell directly, and the headless body became completely motionless after twitching twice.
At this point, the founder of the new tribe finally ended his legendary life from slave to gladiator to warchief.
His death not only announced the end of an era, but also heralded the beginning of a new era.
In this era of Azeroth, there will no longer be a fierce confrontation between the Alliance and the Horde, but the Alliance will be completely dominated by one family.
As for the tribe composed of the remaining orcs, darkspear trolls, centaurs, furbolgs and ogres, they can only survive carefully under the supervision of the former.
After personally completing the feat of avenging her father, Jaina's tense and serious face finally relaxed. She turned around and said to Eitrigg, the current leader of the tribe: "Our deal is completed.
From now on, you have the power to survive in Azeroth.
But please remember, if anyone dares to collude with the Burning Legion or drink demon blood, the truce between us will be void immediately. "
"Don't worry, we have had enough of being dogs for the devil, and we will never make similar mistakes again. "
Etrigg revealed a hint of pain and sorrow in his eyes and gave the guarantee directly.
Because he knew that the tribe could no longer withstand the ravages of any war, even if it abandoned its dignity and knelt on the ground. Praying for forgiveness from your enemies also requires recuperation.
Otherwise, as the population declines, it will soon be extinct.
“I hope so.”
After saying these words with a cold face, Gianna turned around and left with the others.
Because that strong hatred did not disappear because of Thrall's death, but became even more intense.
Afraid that she would break her promise if she stayed any longer, she ordered the coalition forces to sweep the entire Azshara and drive out all the orcs here without leaving a single one behind.
Watching this coalition of dwarves, gnomes, humans, and night elves disappear into the distant woods, Eitrigg's tense nerves finally relaxed a little, and he quickly turned his attention to his confused compatriots.
He understood that the real challenge really began from this moment.
Since I betrayed Thrall in exchange for this hard-won peace, I naturally have to bear the corresponding responsibility to lead the orcs to survive.
But no one knew that from the moment Thrall was beheaded, his soul had been sucked into Zuo Si's side by powerful force.
Right now, the two of them are floating in the outer space of the planet Azeroth, looking down at this beautiful planet that breeds the strongest star soul.
"How do you feel now? Do you feel a great pain and anger after being betrayed by your most trusted compatriot?"
Zuo Si was the first to speak and break the silence.
Thall sighed slightly and responded: "A little bit.
But I can understand Eitrigg's reason for doing this.
In his eyes, the orcs Survival above all else.
And I, the great chief, am not irreplaceable.
Did you anticipate this day when you proposed playing a game with your soul with me last time? "
Zuo Si smiled and nodded: "Well, yes.
Because any mortal race has an upper limit to its ability to endure pain, hunger, failure and death.
Even the most bloodthirsty and warlike orcs are no exception.
This has been proven in the first two orc wars.
Otherwise, do you think that the orcs who drank the demon's blood suddenly lost their will to fight and became muddled, just because the demon's blood failed?
No!
What’s more is that their spirit and will have collapsed.
Similarly, why do you think you can establish a new tribe?
Because of the restoration of traditional and shamanic guidance?
Or is it those ridiculous glory?
The answer is obviously neither.
The reason why these orcs are willing to follow you is because you have won victory after victory in the process of attacking the asylum to liberate your compatriots.
Feed their hungry bellies by pillaging villages and towns for food.
So when they begin to suffer from hunger, when you can no longer lead them to victory, only failure and death, that is the moment when your political life as a warchief ends.
After all, power always comes from the bottom, from how many people are willing to trust and follow you. "
Perhaps it is impossible for other orcs with low intelligence and uneducated to understand these words, but Thrall, who has received the education of human elites, understood it and sighed with a bitter look on his face. : "Yes, you are right. From the moment I kept losing, I actually lost the qualification to continue to serve as the war chief. So what are you going to do with my soul now? ”
“It’s very simple. I will take you to another world and use your outstanding leadership skills to lead the orcs in this world to another path. ”
The words have not yet finished!
Zuo Si raised his hand and snapped his fingers, using the power of the planeswalker's spark to teleport directly back to Faerûn.
Through the deafening shouts of death below, Thrall in his soul form saw groups of orcs similar in appearance to his compatriots, constantly attacking a huge wooden fortress.
Although the barbarian warriors inside resisted desperately, they could not withstand the tide of enemies. In the end, all the males, including babies, were brutally driven away and killed.
Women have become the objects of their desire and violence.
The bloody and cruel scene made Thrall, who had received the baptism of civilization, feel strong discomfort.
Since he had heard about what the old tribe had done during the invasion of Azeroth, he immediately had a lot of associations. He also understood why countless humans showed such twisted anger when they mentioned the orcs. with hatred.
Zuo Si obviously noticed the subtle change in the expression of the great chief, and said very simply: "Believe me, what your people did when they first crossed the Dark Portal was worse than what is happening now. The massacre is even more unsightly.”
“With the powerful power you have, it shouldn’t be difficult to kill them all, right?”
Saar finally spoke tentatively after being silent for a long time. asked.
“Kill them all directly?
No, no, no, that's not the rule of the game in this world.
Because here, all races have their own gods and even gods.
Under the blessing of the gods, it is very, very difficult to destroy a race through massacre.
And what I want to do is not to simply kill all the orcs, but to sever their connection with the orc gods from the source.
In other words, the god of the orcs is completely driven out of the world. ”
Zuo Si bluntly stated his plan without any concealment.
“Cut off your faith?”
Saar keenly grasped a key word.
“That’s right!”
Zuo Si pursed his lips and revealed a playful smile.
"You can use all the methods you used when establishing a new tribe and use them on these orcs.
Whether it is to make them believe in nature and elements, or to focus their faith on themselves, In short, separate the belief in the orc gods from the orc group.
As long as I can do this, I can not only free your soul, but also support you in becoming the only belief of the orcs in this world. .
Even compete with the orc gods for dominance of the orc race in the endless planes of the universe.
At that time, you can transform the savage orcs according to your own ideas and concepts. Make them what you want them to be.
How about it, doesn’t it sound interesting? "
"So the gods of those orcs are your enemies? "
At this moment, Thrall finally fully understood the other party's intentions and realized his own value.
"Congratulations on your guess.
The orc god of this world is my enemy. He once wanted to kill me when I was still a mortal.
Unfortunately, I happen to be a person who holds grudges, so I naturally look for opportunities to exact revenge.
It’s just that compared to the boring revenge of killing and simply causing destruction and chaos, it doesn’t suit my personality.
So I decided to just dig up their roots!
Shake or even destroy the foundation of their faith!
Take away their followers!
Create an enemy that will scare them!
And you, dear Sal, are the lucky one chosen by me..."
As the last word blurted out, a chilling smile appeared on Zuo Si's face, The two eyes reveal a depth and evil that cannot be described in words.
“Obviously I have no other choice but to accept it, right? "
Saar asked, suppressing the strong fear that surged in his heart.
"Yes, you have no choice. Because I have arranged everything for you, and now it is time for the gears of fate to start turning."
After saying that, Zuo Si raised his hand and moved directly to Sal's Some unknown power was injected into the soul, and then it was squeezed into a sphere that exuded a silvery light and was thrown straight to the ground littered with corpses.
Just a few seconds later, a young orc warrior who had died in battle suddenly twitched, and the horrific wound on his body began to heal quickly.
After about five minutes, he opened his eyes again and got up shakily.
"You... aren't you dead?"
An old orc who was handling the buried corpse opened his mouth in shock.
"Death?"
The orc warrior raised his head and stared at the sky, and replied in a very calm tone: "Maybe there is some great being who doesn't want me to die. Yes. "Yeah, do you know what my name is?"
The old orc shook his head quickly: "I don't know. There are hundreds of tribes from all corners of the continent. Who knows what your name is and where you belong?" Which tribe. But it doesn’t matter. All the chiefs are recruiting strong warriors now. Since you are alive, just find any tribe to join.”
“That’s true. Great. In that case, my name will be Sal from now on.”
As the last word blurted out, a bright and dazzling lightning suddenly fell from the sky.
The terrifying momentum and terrifying power immediately tore the old orcs who were carrying and burying the corpses to pieces together with their bodies and souls.
On his charred bones, there stood a war hammer surrounded by electric light.
Orgrim Doomhammer!
Thall, who had just completed his reincarnation, immediately recognized this legendary weapon that had been with him for many years. Without saying a word, he stepped forward to pick it up and put it on his shoulders, then turned towards the carnival in the camp. The orcs walked away.
Due to their chaotic nature, the organizational structure within the orc tribe has always been very loose, accompanied by endless internal fighting and mutual annexation.
Especially in the current situation where hundreds of tribes are mixed together, basically no one knows anyone.
So Thrall was easily accepted by an orc chief named Obould Arrows and officially joined the latter's tribe.
Following that, he went on to kill everyone in the traditional orc wrestling entertainment, easily defeating challengers one after another, fully demonstrating his strength and fighting skills.
After all, compared with these barbarians who have not received any systematic training at all, he is an out-and-out champion gladiator.
"Is this the secret weapon used to deal with the orc lord?"
While Zuo Si was condescendingly admiring Thrall's performance with great interest, a voice with a handsome appearance and a thin figure suddenly appeared next to him.
The visitor is none other than Corellon, the creator and guardian of the elven race.
Obviously, if such a huge conspiracy against the entire orc race is to be carried out unnoticed, the preliminary condition is to interfere with and block the divine power perception of Gruumsh and even the entire orc pantheon.
And if you want to do this without making them suspicious, the best candidates are the elves and gods of Arvandor.
So Corellon is the most important ally in this plan.
"What do you think of him?"
Zuo Si asked without looking back.
Corellon observed for a moment and replied: "The soul of this orc is very special. To be precise, it is very, very special. I can't see any trace of the chaos, brutality, savagery and chaos of traditional orcs in him. Bloodthirsty, but full of calmness and wisdom. Most importantly, he seems to be very susceptible to the favor of elemental forces."