Orgrimmar, there is a wail everywhere, and there are those decadent figures in every street and alley, they are Maghan orcs. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The massive loss in the Outlands left the Maghan orcs as bewildered as the orcs of the old tribe who had been captured by humans.

The old orcs were Thrall who awakened their bloodline with the belief of the elements, and this time, the Maghan orcs also need a faith to justify themselves.

"You useless things! Haven't you always looked down on us!? Haven't you always been assertive and capable!? Look what you guys look like now! It's just a bunch of pigs waiting to die! "This is the way orcs persuade others, they often carry a thick undisguised taunt, in order to make the other person angry, and then regain their spirits, and of course many of them are pure downfall.

The Maghan orcs, who could not bear this insult, jumped up and were about to start fighting, and this group of decadent orcs deserved to be beaten by the battle-hardened old orcs.

Then the estrangement between them deepens and it becomes more difficult to communicate.

"Alas...... You've had enough, and I know you hate it, but right now, what they need is patience and time. At this moment, an orc in a golden robe walked over, the burly orc wore such a thing, it looked a little nondescript, but in fact, it was good to get used to it.

He's Karoosh.

For the believers of this otherworldly god, the Maghan orcs have always been very repulsive, and they reject everything that does not conform to tradition.

But now, they themselves are confused and painful, and the shaman, who could have been a psychiatrist, has caused a series of tragedies because of the wrong side in the outer land, and they can't listen to the shaman's words now.

As a result, it is easier for the Asher church to take advantage of the situation, which is exactly what Zhang Li wants to see.

"Boys, I understand your confusion." Instead of coming up and forcing them to listen to him, Karosh began to speak to himself.

"Well, let me tell you a story, the protagonist of the story is an orc who has been reduced to slavery......"

The orc drank the blood of demons and went on an honorless expedition, but in the end the expedition failed, and he became a deserter, and he fled south, surviving all the way, until he was caught by the goblins and thrown into the gladiatorial arena to die.

Day after day of inhumane training, he began to be forced to master those performing skills, yes, acting, the gladiatorial arena of the goblins was all about making money, and those seemingly real gladiatorial fights were actually insider.

Who loses and who wins, who wants to be popular and who belittles whom, all this is determined by interests, he lives in such an environment, day after day, year after year, until he is trampled under the feet of others again, becoming a stepping stone for others' false honor, at that moment, the pain that has been piled up in his body for a long time finally broke out, he can no longer care about any orders or orders, he began to fight back wildly, the result is that the unlucky egg who was just on him was torn apart, and he was thrown into the gladiatorial arena for violating the orders of the goblins.

That gladiatorial arena is truly fair, everyone in it fights for freedom, and if you win a certain number of victories, you can be free, but not many people have been able to be free since ancient times, because the conditions for winning victory are too harsh.

The orc was forced to stand there, but he did not regret it, and the moment he got up to fight back, he could feel a long-lost almost forgotten bloodiness, which reminded him of his childhood running on the prairie, it was freedom, it was wildness, for a confused soul like him, it was relief.

Withering in tranquility or burning out in the wild, he fights and enjoys fighting, but in the end, he can't escape self-destruction.

His enemies are too strong.

But at the moment of his death, Ansha smiled at him.

That's right, Karoush is talking about his own life.

"So children, we were confused and miserable, we blamed ourselves for not protecting our fellow citizens and people, and we were confused because we lost our honor, but in the end, we got back on our feet and made our own kingdom in this world."

"In the face of mistakes, a true warrior will not run away, but accept and take that responsibility, and the broken bones will be harder if they are connected again, which is the consciousness that we orcs should have."

The scene was very quiet for a while, and by the end, Caroosh was almost crowded with people, and most of the Maghan orcs around him were drawn to his story, and in times of desperation, people needed heroes to show their way and guide them, and as one of the tribe's only two arena champions, Karosh was definitely a much more convincing hero than the young Thrall.

"Excuse me, my lord, is that the man in the story you?" A young man from Maghan looked at him with blazing eyes, hoping for the unquestionable answer.

"That's right, that's me."

Receiving the desired answer, the young orc's expression seemed to bloom: "Please allow me to follow you!" ”

"Me too!"

"I'm going to ...... too"

The more desperate it is, the easier it is to reap faith, and the orc-like church of Karoush is broken through the threshold on this day, and faith grows like an eruption.

And for all orcs, this is good news, the orcs only believe in the ancestors, which does not conflict with the belief in other gods, and seeing the young people regain their motivation, most of the orcs have a great better opinion of the church of Ansher.

The old orcs passed the good news to each other, and eventually to the ears of Gaiaan's grandmother, who was happy and wanted to tell the good news to her grandson, she knew that Thrall was heartbroken by the Maghan orcs, but unfortunately Thrall was not here now.

"Is this the thing?" In the depths, the taller humanoid creature tumbled a fragment from a blurred corpse, and he handed it to the shorter one.

"That's right, this is what the elements asked me to find, don't ask me what this thing is for, I don't know." The short man directly blocked the tall man's next words, making him smile awkwardly.

Then the short man looked south.

"According to the elementals, we should go over there next, and this time their warning is even stronger."

"If it's very dangerous, I'll go alone, Sal, the tribe still needs you to preside over the overall situation." That's right, Grandmother Gaia couldn't find Thrall, because he appeared in the deep sea.

"Lexa, my friend, Orgrimmar is dead now, I finally found an excuse to come out and relax, you just let me take care of this matter and go back." Sal smiled bitterly, and let out a long sigh after speaking, the depression in his chest could not be dissipated all along, he was also a human being, he also needed to vent, and this time the warning of the elements was too strong, even related to the fate of the world, as a shaman, it was impossible for him to escape.

"Relax, my friend, and just let things be."

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Above the Throne of the Tides, Kamimako finally spat out the tentacle from her mouth, and spit out a huge little soft.

In his stomach, the warrior monks were working hard to treat his perforated stomach wall, and in desperation, they tore the wound wider, and only then did the tentacles that clinged to the stomach wall fall off.

The panda man is in the belly of Kamiko, but the shaman gets what he wants, the organization of tentacles, which is exactly what Solbin needs.

"Give it to me, you've been delayed for a long time." Solbin didn't care about the shaman's aggrieved expression at all, and directly began to study the piece of meat, and the aggrieved shaman looked at him for a while and found that it was very safe to be surrounded by friendly forces, so he planned to enter the front line.

The battle there was a mess, adventurers needed to be careful not to be affected by the battle between Azhara and Nepturon, and on the other hand, they had to fight hand-to-hand combat against Naga's magic, and the elves had a few mages, but the number was too small to be proportionate.

However, their mission is to persevere, as long as they hold on until the goblin fleet arrives.

Fishing nets and bombs began to fall from the sky, as well as all sorts of unstable chemicals, all of which rained down on Naga's head.

From the beginning of only one boat throw, now at least dozens of boats throw, the Nagas can only be beaten passively in order to protect the ritual, Nazchar tried to organize a counterattack, but they were all defeated by cunning goblins, they spilled oil into the sea, and then directly ignited, the shaman on the ship would do his best to organize the ship to burn, and the Nagas were not so lucky.

Aishara couldn't stand it anymore, she was dealing with the delay of the elemental nobles, while casting spells to blow away a lot of items falling from the sky, she was really very, very impatient, she was very glad that she came with her now, otherwise this plan would have failed, who would have thought that there would be so many inexplicable forces to join in?

All in all, everyone is fighting for the war, but the balance of victory is still on Naga's side.

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The shamans crouched around to guard the Tide Stone, but they didn't wait for any naga when they saw two humanoid objects rushing towards them.

They were visibly frightened by the sight before them, especially the big man, who was a little stunned as he watched the demigods fight.

"The Great Chief?" A crouching shaman cried out uncertainly, and from the hammer, the hammer of destruction, he guessed who was coming.

"It's me, tell me about the situation here." As soon as Sal saw his own shaman, his expression became much more soothed, as he did not know what to do about the scene in front of him.

"Yes...... "It's a bunch of it, it's a bunch of it, and Sal finally grasps the most crucial point of it.

"You mean something called the Stone of the Tide, which is the key to this war?"

"That's right! That's right, we're squabbling here. ”

"That's not the thing." He pulled out the shards he had snatched halfway through.

The shamans' eyes widened instantly, they looked at each other, and then replied in surprise, "That's right! ”

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The Naga who presided over the ceremony were safely protected, but gradually, they felt that something was wrong.

The Pillar of the World is a treasure left by the Titans to Azeroth to stabilize the world, and if it is used by someone recognized by the world, its orders can of course be a little more complicated, but for others, there are only a few very simple orders they can give.

For example, to silence the water elemental in the surrounding sea, or to let the water elemental get out of here.

Silence doesn't mean rejection, they may become calm and not respond to Nepturon's call, but Nepturon's huge body is enough to absorb a lot of water just by moving around, so Naga's order is to leave, leaving Nepturon with nothing to absorb.

It's just that the departure is not pure, with the source of pure water, Nepturon still retains a little water element.

And now, these departed water elementals are floating around, waiting for the order to pass and then return to where they came.

Now it's coming together little by little.

The shamans used the fragments of the Sea Tide Stone to forcibly instill the water element into Sal's world, Saar's body swelled a lot, and the green skin began to turn blue.

Sal, who couldn't hold back anymore, began to send waves, although it was to enhance Sa, but his healing skills were still several, so a healing wave was very eye-catching and rushed out, directly hitting Nepturon.

"Ahhhhh!!hh As if he had taken a stimulant, Nepturon's somewhat dull body regained its water color, and with this supply, he regained a lot of strength, so he punched Erzumat hard.

Sal's treatment wave continues.