The word death is not a noun in the world of Ntagre, but a verb.

In this magical world based on magic rather than technology, there are too many ways for people to escape death, and this extremely unscientific thing is enough to make all the scientists on Earth from ancient times to the present day get up from their coffins and vomit three liters of blood.

The Giving of Life, the Resurrection, the Great Resurrection, the Mass Resurrection, the Divine Calling, the Incarnation of the Holy Spirit! As long as your soul hasn't dissipated, the magicians can make you stand up again and again, and they can even cure your old cold leg arthritis by the way!

If you want to live another life, no problem. Elementalization, Soul Possession, Reincarnation, Spiritual Sublimation, and even Beast Shell, Golem Armor! Not to mention changing your race, it is a matter of minutes to transform you into an Autobot.

If that's not enough, the necromancers say it's their turn! Spiritualism! Well, become undead and serve the great will to die!

Killed on the battlefield again? No problem, even if there is only one soul left, it can be transformed into a ghost, plus an elite template, okay, you are strengthened, go up and send it!

If you are still scared to death, well, then rub the remaining soul and stuff it into the construct, all right, tall and strong, perfect!

Even if you don't have even a little soul residue, it doesn't mean that you are completely dead, you can still be resurrected from the dreams of some powerful creatures, resurrected from a certain relic, resurrected from the memories of a loved one, and even resurrected from the past through time rewind!

Therefore, Yu Bin didn't believe that Nalarex would be able to solve the Nightmare Lord Miklash, because he knew too well about these strange existences in the Entagri world, and if he had anything to do with ancient creatures, special existences, famous families, and rare origins, he would be embarrassed to greet people if he didn't kill him dozens of times. Not to mention an existence like a lich that can't be killed no matter how much it relies on a life box.

Death? Hehe, that's just the beginning of another life!

After returning to the Sweetwater Oasis, Yu Bin fell into a state of idleness, and he hardly had to worry about anything other than exchanging the white stripe for the centaurs from those orc soldiers.

If only that were the case!

The appearance of Sassarian forced Yu Bin to think about how to arrange this heroic undead knight, and to be honest, he didn't fully trust Sassarian. Perhaps while Thassarian was still alive, this brave and fearless knight was a friend worthy of life, but it is unlikely that the experience of dying himself, being controlled by Maltan, leading an army of the undead to slaughter in the barren lands, and finally being purified by Yu Bin, could not have had any effect on Thassarian's psyche.

The way the undead express their loyalty is very straightforward, not as hypocritical as other races, and giving a part of their soul fire to let their master control their own life and death is the only way for the undead to be loyal. But Yu Bin couldn't do it!

The reason is simple, the difference in strength between the two sides is too big!

A first-order undead to control a hero-level existence? You're thinking too much! The only result of doing this was that Yu Bin's soul fire was consumed by Sassarian, which was determined by the concentration of the souls of the two, and had nothing to do with the wishes of both parties.

And if he can't get the allegiance of Sassarian, Yu Bin can't keep Sasarian in Naxxramas, he doesn't want this hard-won territory to be taken away by Sassarian, and now Naxramas can't stop the power of a heroic undead, as long as he erases the soul mark left by Yu Bin in the core of the territory, he can easily change the ownership of Naxxramas.

So Yu Bin has only one choice, and that is to keep Sassarian by his side!

"The Great Chief has decided to send twenty shamans to help the Fireblade Clan purify the Sweet Water Oasis!" On the third day of awakening Nalarex, Sesk, who had returned from Orgrimmar, told Yu Bin the latest news, "Friend, we take everything you did for the Fireblade Clan in mind. ”

Yu Bin nodded indifferently, he didn't take Sesk's words seriously, the orcs were bold and reckless, but it didn't mean that they were stupid, relying on a little favor might allow these guys to provide him with some help in some inconsequential matters, but when it really came time for them to make a big effort, let alone help them a little, it was useless to provide their whole family up!

"You don't seem happy about that? Don't you think that's good news? ”

"Sir Sesk, have you forgotten that we don't know who helped those centaurs set this trap!" As a player, Yu Bin has long developed the habit of "there are always people who want to harm me", if something goes smoothly, he will wonder if there is someone behind him who wants to use him as a gunman, if something stumbles, he will wonder if someone behind this is stumbling on him, in short, players are doubting at any time.

"The Fireblade Clan is not afraid of any challenge!" Sesk shouted indifferently, "A coward who doesn't dare to challenge us head-on, no matter who he is, can't defeat the mighty Fireblade Clan!" ”

National pride is very necessary, but excessive national pride is completely an SB behavior, a certain island country is this pair of urine, after a little achievement, I feel invincible, look around, think that no one can fight, we have a great advantage, so I went up with a brain, and finally was planted two big mushrooms in my own house, and played GG!

Yu Bin really wants to say that your Fire Blade Clan has a population of 100,000, where can you see that you are strong? Those Juggernauts? Or those shamans?

Well, anyway, you Sesk is the Overseer, the son of the patriarch, and a hero who has done great things for your people, and you're right, the Fireblade Clan is powerful!

Political correctness is the greatest correctness!

"Well, congratulations, you have won a good living space for your clan! I will mobilize a batch of daily necessities to send to the Sweet Water Oasis as soon as possible, and I hope that the next time we meet, we will have the opportunity to meet your father, the respected Fire Blade Patriarch! ”

"No problem! You will be treated with the best hospitality, and orcs will never treat their friends badly! ”

Bidding farewell to Sesk, Yu Bin chose to go to Ratchet City, before he had a stable source of supplies, he could only rely on goblins to complete the trade with the Fireblade Clan, these green-skinned dwarfs had a business network all over the world, and the Fireblade Clan didn't even need to be transported from other cities for them, and Ratchet City alone could meet it.

On the other side, after seeing off the shamans who had gone to help the Fireblade Clan purify the Sweet Water Oasis, Thrall took Canos to the terrace.

"So, Grand Druinalarex didn't leave the Barrens?"

After returning to the surface, Canos went straight to Orgrimmar and told the orc chief about what had happened in the Wailing Cavern.

"Yes! But he's alone! The druids who followed him to the Barrens are either dead or become puppets of darkness and will never have any effect on us again! ”

"But they unleashed an even worse enemy! Lord of Nightmares! If he's really as terrible as you say, then it won't be long before we orcs have to face that nightmare! ”

Kanos was somewhat surprised by Saar's pessimism: "Do you think that the Grand Druid Nalarex will not be able to solve this problem?" ”

"The biggest drawback of those long ears is that they are too haughty! The collapse of the Elven Empire didn't really teach them to be humble, even the Council of Cenarion, who had only incorporated the Minotaur druids into the council since the early Second Age was founded to protect the balance of nature! Sal's tone was filled with disappointment and concern.

Canos knew that the shamans had been seeking to join the Cenarion Council, on the one hand, because many of the shaman's spells had something to figure out with the druids, and on the other hand, it was also to ease the relationship with the elves, but because the orcs were too deeply influenced by demons, the warlock replaced the shaman as the loudest voice among the orcs, which made the elves very hostile to the orcs.

Despite this, the shamans continued to show their sincerity to the Cenarion Council and formed a secret organization called the Ring of the Earth, which was not as xenophobic as the Cenarion Council, but instead attracted many races, including lizardmen, trolls, werewolves, and even fishmen, a race that should be classified as beasts in the eyes of other races.

"Did the Ancestral Spirit reveal something to you?" Canos knew that certain powerful shamans could gain the power of prophecy through communication with the spirits of the ancestors, and in the course of time, they could occasionally salvage a few fragments to infer the direction of the world and the arrival of disaster.

"After eliminating the warlocks, the Ring of Earth recently had a secret communication in the Flame Rift, and the elemental spirits showed us fragments of the future, which were filled with darkness and blood, almost despairing!" Thrall said in a deep voice, "The world is about to usher in a terrible end, and no one will be spared in the face of the end day!" ”

Thrall's words made Canos uneasy, but he didn't continue to ask, the shamans were able to learn the news from the elemental spirits, and it was obvious that they had paid a great price, otherwise Thrall would not have been able to send only twenty shamans to help the Fireblade Clan purify the Sweet Water Oasis, you know, in order to eliminate the warlocks entrenched in the Flame Rift, there were more than three hundred orc shamans gathered in Orgrimmar alone!

"What do you want me to do?" Canos didn't think Sal had called him in just to have a chat.

Thrall turned to look at this orc blacksmith, Canos's strength is not anything special in Orgrimmar, heroic orcs are not a hundred or eighty in the whole Orgrimmar, but there is no one to replace Kanos's other identity, because his name is Canos Hell Roar!

"I hope you can find your brother, the most powerful sword master of the Warsong Clan and the only orc who has the potential to enter the Eternal Song Forest." Thrall said with a serious expression, "In the face of the end of this world, it is impossible for orcs to fight alone, we must find a way for our race to survive!" ”

"You want to make peace with the elves?" Canos was shocked by Thrall's whimsy, as it was almost impossible to achieve, and regardless of the long-standing hostility and hatred between the orcs and elves, the mere fact that the two sides were in two camps would be enough to undo any of Thrall's efforts, and the demons and undead would never sit idly by and watch the orcs leave the chaotic camp.

"I'm not that stupid!" Sal did not hesitate to deny Karnos's speculation, "The hatred between us and those long-eared people is irreconcilable, but that doesn't mean that the two sides can't communicate!" I don't have a lot of requirements, even if it can only be delayed for a few years, which can give me more time to prepare! ”

"You mean, Faction War?"

There was a sense of loneliness in Sal's eyes, and it was clear that the phrase "faction war" reminded him of some bad memories.

"It's been almost thirty years since the last camp war ended, and in fact if it hadn't been for the catastrophe that broke out suddenly, I'm afraid the war would have lasted for years, what does that mean, you know, Canos?"

"Knowing means that everyone's strength is not exhausted!"

"Thirty years is enough time for humanity to train a new batch of soldiers, and sometimes I envy those humans, who occupy so much rich land, and have a large population base, even ordinary civilians have at least sixty years to live. And what about us? We are strong, we are brave, we are fearless, but who knew that the average age of our orcs was not even forty years old! Not to mention the premature mortality rate of newborns! For every qualified warrior we train, humans can train ten, if not more! Thrall said these words in an almost roaring tone, "And those warlocks, those damned warlocks! In order to consolidate their position and power, they did not hesitate to let the newborn of the orcs undergo the Shadow Affinity Ritual at birth! That's murder! Murder an entire race! ”

Just as a mage needs to test the apprentice's affinity for the magic element before recruiting an apprentice, although the warlock's talent requirements are much lower, the learner also needs to have a certain degree of affinity for the shadow power, otherwise you won't even feel the shadow element, how can you learn the knowledge of the warlock!

It's just that the orc warlocks have gone a little more excessively, in order to increase the number of orc warlocks, they do not hesitate to carry out shadow affinity rituals on newborns, and let newborns absorb a certain amount of shadow elements at birth through special methods, thereby increasing the shadow affinity of orcs. But this comes at a very high rate of fatality! The mortality rate of orc newborns is higher than that of humans (lack of supplies and low medical technology), and the fatality rate of the Shadow Affinity Ritual is even more than one-third, once those orc warlocks are really allowed to do this, there is no doubt that the annual population growth rate of orcs will even be reduced by half!

This is absolutely unacceptable to shamans, because this is equivalent to eliminating the shamanic path from the root, and the reduction of newborns plus the fact that most of them have been trained as warlocks since childhood, how many new forces can the shamans have to replenish?

That's why Thrall broke with the Warlocks at great cost and attacked the Flame Rift!