As we have already said, the principle of the divine descent is the extension and descent of the divine power, will, and even (part or all) of the soul, acting through the medium of the mortal body, thus completing its intervention and influence on the material world. However, on the other hand, when the gods let their souls partially escape from the protection of the kingdom of God and possess mortals, they must also bear the corresponding risks.

In comparison, it is only the first kind of divine descent that allows power to descend, which is probably the safest, low-cost and harmless - as the medium of the descent, the divine descendant spellcaster is indeed very likely to put his life on the altar, but the gods themselves hardly need to pay any price; However, the so-called "perfection" of God, which separates one's will and attaches itself to the believer, requires a great risk. If the Divine Descendant is harmed, it will also act on the will and spirit of the gods, and it will also directly harm the gods themselves. And if the god descender is attacked by some special weapons and dies on the spot, the god himself will also feel the impact of death. If the structure of the kingdom of God is a little weaker and the spirit is more delicate, it is possible to fall on the spot. In the mythological era when the gods were the most prodigal in the past, there were not a few gods who played themselves to death like this.

After all, the spirit exists and depends on the material, and when the material is no longer stable, the spirit will inevitably be affected or even disappear, and even the gods must rely on this basic rule. From this point of view, the world is actually very materialistic.

Now, the bloodthirsty king Parkens is faced with such a very cruel situation.

This time, he descended from God to detach a part of his soul and descend on the body of Bagasa. The other party is a shaman, his own priest, and his own god blood (although I don't know how many generations have passed), and there is no more perfect god descending body in the world. The possession of the soul clone can not only allow the god descendant to cross the rule limit in a short time and use the power of the superior rules belonging to the gods, but also equivalent to giving his knowledge and experience to the other party.

So, when Bagasa's body was completely cut open by the sharp blade of the "Pale Hell", the power of the Abyss Demon Sword incinerated her soul in an instant, and at the same moment, it also directly launched the heaviest blow to the soul fragments of the Bloodthirsty King on her body - even if she let her soul bear the intense pain of being burned and swallowed by the Demon Sword and her spirit returning to nothingness, Miss Orc Shaman must use herself as a sacrifice to complete her calculation against the Bloodthirsty King, and I don't know what kind of grudge it is!

Of course, Parkens won't hang up so easily, but this guy is also an old ancient god, and the two major realms of the clan patron god and the rule god are part-time in one. He had indeed spent a lot of time and energy on the operation of the Kingdom of God, and its stability was at least much more stable than that of Kazan's third-rate god of Dragon Aotian. This point, as long as you look at the vast bloody plain in front of you, you can know that if you have a little spiritual sense, you can't tell the difference between this kingdom of God and the real world.

You must know that the more real, three-dimensional, and richer the content of the kingdom of God, the more stable the control of the gods over their own power and domain.

However, Rao was so, and the Bloodthirsty King still felt the intense pain of burning parts of his soul. The power of the Abyss Demon Sword doesn't care if his Bloodthirsty King is a (theoretically) ally or not, and the treacherous magic that can instantly incinerate the souls of dragons and angels into nothingness, and can directly damage the gods themselves, has been directly transmitted to the soul realm of Parkens through the soul channel before the orc female shaman's body is completely destroyed.

At that moment, the god of war saw a white light descend on his spiritual realm, and in an instant he dominated all his senses. As far as he could see, he saw the pale flames burning continuously, and then turning into endless ashes, falling in all directions like goose feathers and snow. Soon, the realm of God in front of him, which was full of slaughter and blood, was filled with gray embers. In that pale solitude, there was no killing, no strife, no bloodlust, no death, and so on that pleased Parkens, nothing, and the white ground was so clean. It was so clean that the old gods like Parkens felt a chill like falling into an ice cave, so clean that it was as if the whole world had fallen into chaos.

The Bloodthirsty King was inevitably hit hard. His body trembled violently, if the body of a centaur tens of meters high was still a majestic mountain, it was now a dirt slope in the earthquake, right?

He really felt fear, because in that moment, he could barely feel his connection to the kingdom of God, and he felt that he was as weak as a mortal. Just like many, many years ago, when he was a mercenary of mixed Gelsar and orc blood, he barely lived like a war dog, struggling, and every day he was terrified, always feeling that he could die in the next battle at any moment...... This is really a long-lost fear experience! This kind of fear was something he hadn't experienced when his Dharma Body was locked up by the Great Sage of Laxis with a forbidden spell and then torn apart.

"Why are you doing this?" The frightened Bloodthirsty King wanted to ask such a question, but Miss Bargasa, who was already cold, could no longer answer him.

Then, at this moment, Parkens, who had received such a sudden blow, inevitably fell into a state of stiffness. For these Ogrimmar's peak strengths present, it is naturally impossible to let go of such an opportunity. Since they have already turned against the water and become two or five boys, they must also do things absolutely well.

"For Orgrimmar!" The old Minotaur raised his iron rod and roared loudly. His bull's hooves stomped on the ground fiercely, and the huge vibration was transmitted directly to the feet of the Bloodthirsty King, turning into a cracked ground on the spot, and the four hooves of the armored centaur fell into the cracks in the ground, as if they were several meters shorter in an instant. Immediately afterward, a huge stalagmite rose from the ground and crashed into the centaur's abdomen.

At the same moment, the Celestial Spirit Shaman Longsas didn't know when he had already floated, and soon passed over the head of the centaur, levitating in the air. His machete turned into a blazing white blade of light, the light was so dazzling that it was impossible to look at it directly, and the scepter in his hand caused the thunder to roar from the sky, crackling and piercing explosions, and then whistled down, turning into a dense power grid and falling from the sky. This was probably the most powerful attack in his life, and each pillar of the thunder of the power grid was as thick as a person's waist and abdomen, and the light was so white that people couldn't look at it directly. It was not the thunder and lightning of the atmospheric elemental attribute at all, it was clearly the thunder and lightning state shock wave formed by the purest attributeless energy. You must know that true gods are almost always immune to magical attacks of elemental attributes, and with the rules of the mortal world, perhaps only this purest energy impact can cause effective damage to the gods' dharma bodies.

After all, Ronzath is a shaman, and theoretically should be the highest priest who sacrifices to the bloodthirsty king, but at this moment, even he is on the opposite side of Parkens.

“…… How rotten your popularity is! Lu Xi couldn't help but sigh with emotion, and expressed his respect to this group of orcs, and then couldn't help but glance at the bloodthirsty king sympathetically. Personally, he felt that if a god got mixed up in this field, it would be better to blow himself up on the spot.

Also, if I'm not mistaken, remember that shaman magic doesn't have such a subtle use of magic! This kind of heavenly thunder roar composed of attributeless magic power should be the super nirvana that Longhas himself comprehended. From this point of view, the Heavenly Spirit Shaman is really an imaginative, obsessive, and action-oriented master!

However, he is also a heavenly spirit shaman, and his status is equivalent to that of the Pope of the Great Holy Church, but he is too unsophisticated to calculate the object of his belief in such a hollow and deliberate manner, right? Well, sure enough, we can't have much hope for the piety of the high-ranking clergy, no wonder there is such a joke circulating in our hometown Blue Star - when the angels really come, the first reaction of the popes and cardinals of the Vatican must be "That birdman is a heretic and burned it!" ”

This kind of thunder and lightning roar condensed by pure attributeless magic power should be very close to Lu Xi, or the Heavenly Pole Array of the World Tree Scepter. Of course, as a legendary-level spellcaster, the shamanic mage's first master's ultimate move to press the bottom of the box is of course not only as simple as its superior energy attribute. Lu Xi judged from his first impression that this blazing white thunder and lightning might not be as good as the overwhelming attack range of the Lv3 Heavenly Pole Array's magic arrow dense array, nor could it have the accuracy of those magic arrows (under the control of Lu Xi's spiritual power), but the absolute power must still be victorious.

Look at the grid, when it rumbled against the back of the Bloodthirsty King, it no longer looked like thunder and lightning, but more like a pillar of light falling from the sky. The crackling sound of thunder and lightning soon ceased, turning into a huge explosion, and it turned into an explosive storm of energy on the back of the huge centaur. The spreading shockwave slid through the cracks in Parkens' scales, tearing open his flesh and his shell. Several half-sized basin-sized scales, as black as black pearls, but glowing with a gorgeous halo of scales, flew out, accompanied by blood, which was said to be not red, but liquid energy with a colorless glow.

However, in Lu Xi's view, it is not colorless, but a gorgeous color that cannot be described in the language and layers of mortals. Because its color properties have surpassed the limits of visual capture for mortals, this is why it is described.

In fact, in the eyes of Lu Xi, a self-proclaimed mortal hangbi, Parkens's blood was actually a deeper and brighter color than gold, but that was only a façade. In fact, each of those scales was filled with disgusting boiling blood, as if it had been soaked out of countless corpses.

However, whether it was scales or blood, when they fell into the field beneath their feet, they disappeared directly. Or rather, it's more like being directly absorbed by this bloody land.

The kingdom of God is an extension of the will and power of the gods, and in a sense, it is true that the kingdom of God can be regarded as a part of the body of the gods. The flesh and blood of God are separated, fall into the kingdom of God, be absorbed by Him, and at the same time feed back into Himself again, which subtly forms a cycle. This is why the gods are regarded as immortal in their own kingdom.

However, pain did arise. Parkens did let out a terrible roar on the spot, as fierce and heavy as a landslide.

"Ronzas, I have given you shamanic powers! I see you as the right and right hand over the earth! But you will betray me! Betray me completely! He howled, raised his head with difficulty in the thunder and lightning, but for a moment he could not fight back, only roared loudly.

"Shut up! Bloodthirsty King! We worship the spirits of our ancestors who gave us life, who have become heavenly spirits and earth mothers, who will always watch over us. This is the origin that shamans should return to! We convey the will of the heavenly spirit and the earth mother, and we comprehend the power in the realm of heaven and earth, but when and where we become your lackeys! Ronzath exclaimed, "I'm just getting back to where I was!" ”

Well, that's nice to say. But don't you feel a little shameless? When the Bloodthirsty King was healthy, he didn't look at you to go to that Rausch Ziben and which Menziyuan to return!

"See, my fellow citizens, he will hurt! Then he will definitely die! There has never been a need for a high god to rule our destiny from the tribes of Orgrimmar, and we have been so since the beginning of time, and we will always be so! In the distance, the Golden Horde Khan Asog did not know when he was already standing on a high point, holding a war hammer in one hand, and holding a flagpole more than three meters long from somewhere, with a dark red background fluttering on it.

It wasn't the Nine Flags representing the Orgrimmar Golden Horde Khan and the Clan Alliance—in fact, it had become Lu Xi's trophy when the coalition was sweeping the Golden Horde, and was now being used as a tablecloth in his tent—a simple but charming badge was embroidered on the red flag. The tusk-encrusted coat of arms represents the orcs; The crossed spears, arrows, and totem poles represent trolls, minotaurs, and centaurs, respectively; The one-eyed coat of arms represents the cyclops, and the head of the beast is the symbol of the Behemoth. In addition, the quaint ancient patterns on the dark red flag represent the incarnation of the unity of the heavenly spirit and the earth mother, and are also runes that symbolize the traditional ancestral beliefs of the orcs.

Yes, the ancient orcs were first the herdsmen of Ragbar, the god of tyranny and slavery, and then the efforts of the Gelsa. However, for thousands of years after the fall of Ragbal and the fall of the Gersala Empire, they have always believed in primitive and rugged ancestor worship and nature worship. Until the return of the Bloodthirsty King Pakens to Orgrimmar as the successor of Ragbar, the Clan Alliance had been symbolizing the banner with a red background, not the current nine-threaded banner embroidered with the Palmens crest.

"For the Orgrimmar Clan Alliance! We will never be slaves! "The Golden Horde waved his banner, his face full of fervor and determination, like a martyr with a mortal heart. The red flag fluttered, and in this blood-filled land of the kingdom of God, the shield on the banner seemed to be a little blurred. For a moment, Lu Xi felt that the scene seemed to have a sense of déjà vu.

Nor does it depend on the Immortal Emperor...... Is it? If you change it to a sickle and a hammer, it will be even more appropriate!

"For the Alliance!" The Khan's call was echoed in unison.

You've all betrayed the camp! Lu Xi finally didn't spit out this groove, and then five cyclops appeared from behind the khan. They held in their hands iron pillars as thick as human torsos. As they ran, they raised their heads at the same time, shooting a one-eyed death light at Perkens' face.

Four Gold 5 Rank and one Gold 9 Tier! The golden 9-year-old cyclops led by the golden 9 has barbs growing on his carapace, and his body is even larger than that of ordinary people, and he is clearly a rare ancient species, having lived for at least five hundred years.

However, this kind of death ray is no less powerful than a finger of death, and it seems that the death ray that can ignite the battleship of the Federation in an instant cannot hurt Parkens in the slightest. The blazing white light was distorted and deflected by an invisible force the moment before it concentrated on the Bloodthirsty King's face, and it immediately returned to the invisible.

"Rats!" The Bloodthirsty King roared. Of course, perhaps he had been surprised many times today, but this time he didn't seem too surprised, only angry like a volcanic eruption.

"In the days of the Gelzas, you were nothing more than a herd of cattle in captivity! I give you dignity! I am the one who gave you dignity! With his roar, the invisible divine power turned into a fatal blow. Even with Lu Xi's spiritual sense, he only felt a slight fluctuation in the air, and the heads of the four gold-level 5-order cyclops instantly exploded into a ball of plasma. In the end, although the ancient Jin 9 was not killed on the spot, the legs and knees of the lower half of his body were also shattered at the same time, and he fell down on the spot.

The average intelligence of the cyclops was not much higher than that of monsters such as the Hydra, the Winter Wolf and the Snow Monster, and in ancient times it was indeed just a group of livestock with considerable combat effectiveness. Their rise in status was also due to the fact that the Bloodthirsty King had made them clansmen in the ensuing clan alliances. But because of this, its life is more easily governed by the rules of Parkens' divine powers.

"I just don't want the tribe to fall into the fate of Beamon." The ancient cyclops crouched on the ground, gritted his teeth, and said in a deep voice.

…… Oh, it turns out that Cyclops can really talk when he is old!

The Cyclops didn't think this attack would work, and they were just going to attract the attention of the Bloodthirsty King. I saw that the sudden dimensional fluctuations also bloomed around Parkens, turning into a rotating dimensional circle. Immediately after, the three-headed mountain troll stepped out of the middle and strode directly to the feet of the Bloodthirsty King. Both of his heads exhaled frost mist and poisonous gas at the same time, enveloping one of its legs in an instant.

This was only his first attack. Immediately after, the main hair in the center of the mountain troll let out an earth-shattering shout, waving his hands, and slammed into the frost mist and toxin-infested legs. The gloves of the trolls' hands were made entirely of steel, and they were as large as battering rams. At that moment, the scene was as if a 100-ton stone chisel was opening a mountain.

Lu Xi heard a roar like a rock cracking, and Parkens's body began to collapse as if it had lost its balance. The old swordmaster held the pale Hell in his hand, and with a flicker of the wind, he had already leapt behind the head of the giant centaurs.

Just now, it was he who killed the Bloodthirsty King's possessed Bargasa with a sword, and in a sense, he also dealt the heaviest blow to the Bloodthirsty King. And now, a second heavy slash followed.

He focused almost all of his strength on this simple slash that slashed Huashan. This time, the power of the magic weapon broke through the defenses of the divine power, and in this way, it pulled a huge wound on the backbone of Parkens.

The god may be immortal, but his body is never indestructible. For tens of thousands of years, countless mortals have proven this. Everything today is just a repetition of the past.