Lin Aotian stood in front of Erlang God's corpse for a long time and didn't speak, just stood like that, and kept standing, quiet and terrifying. Time passed little by little, and Aotian came back to his senses from that state, shook his head, and smiled again, meaning elongated.

"Thank you, Senpai. Aotian bowed to the corpse of Erlang God, turned around, and stared at the Ice Girl, his eyes were complicated and melancholy. The ice girl felt that Lin Aotian in front of her seemed to have changed as a person, a little strange, a little scary, and the old look of being a fool was gone. Aotian stared at the Ice Girl for a long, long time, as if to see her through, that gaze was deep and long, and it seemed that he had seen far, far away through the Ice Girl.

In the whole hall, there was a strange silence, and after a long time, Ao Tian withdrew his gaze, turned his head and bowed to the stone of Erlang God, but there was disappointment in his eyes.

"Let's go. After Aotian finished speaking, he didn't see the ice girl take the lead out of the palace. Outside the palace was already full of orcs.

"Did the Prophet go and embrace the beast god?" an orc asked.

"Yes, he is gone, he walked very peacefully, he walked very greatly, a very kind person, not only guided you, but also guided me!" Aotian glanced at the beasts that were densely surrounded, raised the little milk dog and said: "The prophet is gone, but he left a guide, he said that he must take care of it!"

The prophet is the faith of the eastern tribe, Lin Aotian knows the importance of faith to a person, the leap of faith may destroy a person's will, will crush the strength of a nation, must give these people hope before they are overwhelmed by sorrow, and this hope can be anything, as long as it is logical.

Among the surrounding orcs, there were a few orcs who were much stronger than other orcs, and they were the leaders of each tribe, "Please give it to us, this is the oracle of the prophet, and it will definitely be the totem of the orcs in the future!"

Aotian nodded and handed the little milk dog over, but the orcs are simple and a little stupid, but simple people have an advantage, that is, they have good morals, and Aotian believes that what they say is the words of their hearts, and it is the thoughts of all orcs.

The beast clan carried out a grand sacrifice at night, Aotian did not participate, the night in the north was a little cool, which was exactly what Aotian liked, the cold wind blew across his cheeks, some refreshed, some sober, after coming to this continent, Aotian really calmed down for the first time and faced his heart. Say goodbye to the hustle and bustle, don't be disturbed by the dust. Aotian thought a lot, from leaving Ragnarok to seeing Ponytail, to coming to another world to meet Liana, meeting the god king Zeus, meeting the Ice Girl, meeting the god Erlang God, countless pictures flashed in Aotian's mind, Aotian just looked at the sky quietly, his eyes were sometimes confused and sometimes sober. It wasn't until midnight that the Ice Girl came over, and Proud Genius recovered from the state of watching the sky. The eyes are clear!

"Are you human?" asked Aotian softly, so low that only he could hear him.

"What did you say?" The Ice Girl obviously didn't hear clearly, since she saw the Beast Clan Prophet, Lin Aotian had become so strange, the Ice Girl asked.

"It's nothing, why don't you sleep so late?"

"The sacrifice was going on all night, and it was too noisy to sleep. ”

"Such a powerful cultivator of yours will also be disturbed by these mundane things?"

The Ice Girl nodded, and shook her head again, "Anyway, I just can't sleep, and I have a very bad feeling." ”

Aotian nodded, as if he was particularly concerned about this sentence.

The night wind gradually blew violently, and no one noticed it in the night, and the Alterac Mountains, which had been covered in snow and ice all year round, gradually became clear. The wind and snow are gradually weakening, and behind the wind and snow is an army of undead composed of countless skeletons, quietly waiting for the wind and snow to end, rushing into the distance.

On the earth, a fashionably dressed young man suddenly chuckled, interesting, interesting, picture-in-picture, person-in-person, even if the chess pieces have to fight, right? Then hurry up and become stronger, otherwise no matter how you fight, it will be difficult to change the fate of the chess pieces.

In the western setting of the night, the fire lit the sky, the murmuring was incessant, and everywhere Gul'dan passed, not a single grass was growing, and the terrible magic had taken the lives of many small tribes of orcs.

"Give you one last chance, surrender to me, and pledge your allegiance to the great Lich King together, or those ruined villages will be your fate!" Gul'dan in the night, covered in green light, I don't know how many times stronger than when I first came out of the mountains.

"Gul'dan, you traitor, the death of an orc in battle is the greatest glory, no one can conquer us, and the orcs will never be slaves!"