Only those who have lost their loved ones will be willing to believe that there are ghosts after death, and that there is another world after death.

Everyone firmly believes that their loved ones will bless them in another world after death. They also don't think about how much work it will take on their deceased loved ones to do so. In short, all races in the world of Azeroth have their own ghost cultures, and ogres are no exception.

Resting on a stone pedestal covered in animal skins, Margothor is the eldest son of Magthor and the current ruler of Broken Ridge. After eating roast venison, the huge ogre quickly fell asleep.

In the dream, Magssol dreamed of hunting with his father, who grabbed a stag and smashed it into a ball of meat sauce with a huge mace. The stag's blood splattered her father's face, and the bloody look of his father made Maggs Thor laugh. Then, a fawn ran past Magthall, who raised his mace and smashed the fawn flattened, and the fawn's blood splattered Margothor in the face, and the father and son looked at each other, and then laughed at the same time......

Margoth Saul woke up from her dream, stretched and sighed, "What a good dream. Sometimes, these beautiful dreams make Mags Thor unable to distinguish between reality and dreams, and perhaps somewhere in his heart, he believes that his father is still alive.

It's a pity that my father has died at the hands of the lackeys of the Banshee King. Magthor scratched her back with a wooden stick full of spikes, contemplating what she would want to eat in the afternoon—a fresh whole deer or a snowman kept in a cave.

"Magus Saul."

A voice echoed through the empty hall.

"Who's calling my name?" Magthor narrowed her eyes and looked around, and there didn't seem to be anyone in the hall.

"Magus Thor, my son, it is your father who calls you."

Magthor looked up and vaguely saw an ogre phantom floating in midair.

The phantom was a little vague and her voice was ethereal, and Mags Thor could only ask tentatively, "Is it really you?" Father! ”

The ogre, floating in mid-air, said, "Of course it's me, my son, and I'm really proud of you to see you getting stronger and stronger." ”

Magossol had remembered his father countless times, he had remembered the first time he had shown him how an ogre should give birth to a blood-devouring elf, how to smash a wolf into an easy-to-cook patty with a sledgehammer, but his father's soul finally responded to him. Margs Thor burst into tears of emotion.

"Father, I can also use a sledgehammer to smash the perfect 'wolf patty'." Magus Thor said proudly.

"As the Spirit of the Ancestors, I have seen your growth." Margsol's soul paused before adding, "But now, it's time for my Shattered Ridge Ogre to take a step forward, and our clan will have a fresh beginning. ”

Magssol took an obedient step forward, "Father, I've taken a step forward, and then what?" ”

"To take a step forward means to make the entire clan grow, you stupid...... Ah no, I mean my stupid son. The ghost said angrily.

"Grow and grow? I don't understand what it means to get people to eat more and get stronger...... Oh! My head! Magthor tried to scratch her head, but unfortunately it was the hand holding the mace.

"That's right, just eat more, and make each ogre stronger." The ogre nodded.

"Mags Thor loves food! Magus Thor loves to get stronger! Magthor cried out for joy, and he immediately went on to ask, "Then father, what are we going to do?" ”

"The Ancestral Spirit has paved the way for the entire clan, preparing you with endless delicious food and great power. But first you and your people must be well prepared to meet us. The ogre said.

"And what do we need to do, father?" Magus Thor asked.

The ogre informed Magthor of his request......

Of course, what happened in the Oakland Throne Room was not the manifestation of the Ancestral Spirit, but the work of someone else.

The initiator is of course Moqi, the person in charge of the investigation is the intelligence service of the syndicate, and the person in charge of the spell projection is the sorceress Dabel Montrose, and the projection medium is the crystal stone that Mochi collected from under the tomb of King Minethir, this unknown crystal stone can store and project energy, and of course, with the help of other props - an intact ogre corpse.

Ogre corpses are easy to obtain, and three Syndicate Elites plus a simple food trap can be done.

The crystal image works by storing the image and projecting it, and Mochi and the mage group hide in a small room above the throne room (that room is so small that ogres rarely go there). One of the biggest drawbacks of this projection imaging is that there is a long interval between conversations, but fortunately, the ogre usually has a longer reaction time when he speaks, which gives Mochi the opportunity to exploit the loophole.

At the end of the "Spirit of the Ancestors" show, the sorceress cut off the energy supply to the projected crystals.

The physically strong warrior lowered the ogre corpse to the ground.

Dabel Montrose frowned and said to Glavis Srinot, who was in charge of the "voice work": "You almost ruined our whole operation!" ”

Gravis-Srinot squeezed his shoulders and said, "How could I have imagined that this ogre leader would be so stupid that he could not even understand such an obvious metaphor as 'taking a step forward'. ”

"Stop arguing! Mr. Mochi told us to hurry up and evacuate. Don't be discovered by the ogres. Anvina put an end to the argument between the two core members of the syndicate.

The four-man infiltration team climbed out of the balcony and walked to the side near the eastern wall of the fortress against the outer wall of the fortress. The four of them climbed down the wall along the knots and successfully joined up with the receiving team that had been waiting there in advance.

The retreat went well, and along the cracks in the collapsed walls, the four managed to enter the woods. Originally, Moqi still had a backup move, and if something went wrong, he would send a signal for the Stalker team hidden on the west side of the castle to set fire to attract the ogre's attention. Let Mo Qi and the others successfully retreat.

But things went even more smoothly than he had imagined.

After all, ogres are not a race known for their alertness.

"Fishman, your strategy is indeed admirable." Walking through the snow-covered woodland, the sorceress praised.

"What a plan! I almost laughed out loud when I heard the ogre call me father. Gravis patted Mochi and said, the warrior's hands were so strong that he almost slapped Mochi into the snow.

In fact, this method is not original to Moqi, it is a common trick of the Burning Legion, and Moqi is just using this method on ogres. If the orcs will be fooled, then the ogres will be fooled as well. These ogres are from Draenor, like the orcs, and share the same reverence for the spirits of the ancestors.

"But that's just the beginning. Fishman, you'd better not mess up your work, and I'm happy to punish you if anything goes wrong. After saying this, the sorceress in the black gauze skirt walked quickly to the front.

Mochi looked at the sorceress's distant figure and knew that in addition to completing the ogre's fraudulent work, he also needed to watch out for this woman. If possible, Mochi doesn't mind striking first.