It took a lot less time to evolve from a small silver-white ball to a silver-white ball than Zhao Kun imagined. This means that he can transform into human form at any time, as well as a variety of special forms of moderate size. However, although the time to evolve to this form was shorter than Zhao Kun expected, the next step, which was to transform from a humanoid faceless to a humanoid faceless, required much more time and energy than expected.

- The human form refers to the appearance of a human form, and the human form naturally has to be a real human creature. But for Zhao Kun's current amorphous state, it is not difficult to transform into a liquid state and become a humanoid like a slime or T1000, but it is another matter to transform into a humanoid creature and further stereotype.

But there's no way to rush about this, and it's useless to be anxious. After all the Holy Cult troops had obtained the inheritance, Zhao Kun was able to obtain the tainted power and entered a stable period, out of caution - every time he was a little reckless ended up miserable, it was really not prudent - he also had to look at the situation before deciding whether to sign a contract with more Draenei. Moreover, after the fall of Shattrath City, as the Draenei at that time redispersed to various settlements, although the reputation of the Holy Cult Army spread, a new round of doubts about the God of Light began.

People always judge the world based on their own perceptions - this is a line from Uchiha Itachi from Naruto, not many people notice it, but this sentence is very accurate.

So, the size of the Holy Cult Army is like this for the time being. Unless his 100-odd Draenei can break through the Iron Orc's defenses and save the Draenei who are being enslaved. Until he gives them new, more powerful plug-ins, this is obviously impossible.

Then, in this land, in this world, the dirty power that Zhao Kun can obtain is firmly limited. Fortunately, he has plenty of time.

After four months of construction, by the time Zhao Kun's true body descended on his Throne of Light, the Draenei had built a strong enough checkpoint on the mountain road to keep out the orcs and anyone who wanted to attack the Holy Light Throne.

Although the summit of the Holy Light Shrine is very large, the path up the mountain is also very easy to control. After the Holy Cult and their apprentices firmly held the crucial intersection of the road up the mountain, they discovered that the wrong Iron Tribe had not been able to attack.

Until their air force is unable to break through the magical defenses, the Iron Tribe will have to storm the land-based levels. However, due to the difficulty of the mountain trail and the difference in altitude, their proud firepower was weakened. On the contrary, the Holy Cult Army, which was backed by the Holy Light Divine Throne and had the strength of the Magic Array to increase blessings, had high morale and extraordinary strength. So today, many orcs have fallen on this mountain road.

Of course, it also has to do with the fact that they put all their energy into the world on the other side of the attacking goal......

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The chief of the Shadowmoon Clan, Naozu, closed his eyes and rested for a moment, then opened his eyes to look at the scroll spread out on his lap. Since then, Nao Zu has been immersed in researching and preparing the spells he needs. And now, it's finally over! Now he just had to wait for the astrological alignment to form, and then he could break through the defenses of the magical barrier leading to the mountain. In this way, the Shadowmoon Clan, who are not taken seriously because of their shamanic abundance and astrological divination (the occultism of the Iron Tribe is too far behind their science and technology such as gunpowder), can also improve their status among the Iron Tribe they have managed to join (Grom does not want waste).

- Despite the Iron Tribe's claim to treat all clans equally, it is clear that discrimination still exists, especially the Shadowmoon Clan, which is located in more remote areas and is not very social.

Soon, the status of his clan's people could be raised, and he himself would have to prove himself to Grom Hellroar for the first time, and even be taken seriously by one—if not many—of the clan's orcs once again. And all this will depend on his next success.

"Good," Kilrog, the leader of the Blood Cave Clan, who was standing aside, whispered. "In a few days, the mysterious star will appear, and we will be able to take this down - it is really not far from the Dark Gate, and this group of Draenei female warriors, although small in number, is quite terrifying. No matter what, this place that should have been forgotten can't be left to those blue-skinned guys, so that we can better fulfill the tribe's plan! ”

Naozu looked thoughtfully at the one-eyed warrior. Kilrog has always been impressed in his mind, both because of his sharp mind and excellent strategic vision, and because of his fighting prowess. However, when the injured Bloodcave Chief limped back from the Dark Gate and was sent by the Grand Chief of the Iron Tribe, Grom Hellroar, to serve as a 'personal bodyguard' for Neozu.

Perhaps, sending him to the battlefield is a waste of resources. Fortunately, there are not many blood cave warriors left in the Tanaan jungle. All the while, the bloodcave orcs have been on the front line. While they have gained a great deal of glory, this once huge ancestor has also paid a terrible price. In the end, when Naozu had to accept Kilrog to stay by his side, and even let the Blood Cave Clan take the position of his personal bodyguard, there were also considerations for this.

Of course, his own Shadowmoon Clan wasn't happy about this, but there were many Shadowmoon Orcs, many of whom had been sent to the other side of the Dark Gate, and a large number of people who lived in Shadowmoon Valley on the land where they had lived for generations. In addition to this, Neozu had also considered that he was now a member of the Iron Tribe, not just the Shadow Moon Chieftain. He couldn't refuse the Grom Hell Roar.

"But first, we still have some way to go." Neozu pointed to the fortress not far above the two of them and said to Kilrog. "Spells can fail, and I can't take that risk. The skies have come to our aid, and we must get the land to work with us. I need to harness as much energy as possible from the leylines in order for the continent of Draeno to increase the effectiveness of our spells and help us strengthen them. He sighed. In order to accomplish this task, I also need a sacrificial ritual. Use the blood ritual that your clan specializes in to enhance the effects of your spells. ”

Kilrog's one-eyed eyes were wide open, but his expression didn't fluctuate. In his deep voice, he said, "You'll get everything you want, shaman!" ”

Naozu nodded, doing his best not to show the disgust in his heart. Obviously, it must have been the Draenei slaves who were used for blood sacrifices. In fact, the Shadowmoon Clan had been neighbors of the Draenei in Shadowmoon Valley for many years, and he still had some resentment of breaking the centuries-old peace and fighting a war between the Draenei. It's a pity that he didn't count.

If he dared to resist, the orcs of the Iron Tribe wouldn't mind crushing him along with the Shadowmoon Clan. For this matter, Nao Zu has always had a deep sense of disgust and guilt, but he has to do so.

Kilrog, on the other hand, and the rest of the Iron Tribe, didn't feel that way. For them, the death of the Draenei and the destruction of the town were a great victory, and these efforts were the spoils of their glory. If Neozu wants to fit in with the Iron Horde, he'll need to believe that too.

"If it's up to you to execute the ceremony, we can guarantee the success of the plan."

"I'll leave right away and arrange the relevant matters." Kilrog said.

"Leave? Where are you going, Kilgro? The thunderous footsteps of the chieftain of the Broken Hand Clan, Kargas, rang out at the same time as his voice.

The Broken Hand Clan chief has a broken arrow stuck in his left shoulder. He snorted and reached out to pull out the arrow. Grom Hellroar appointed Kargas as the commander-in-chief of the Delaney Line, and the idiot insisted on going into battle himself. For the most part, they never confronted each other head-to-head - the Holy Cult continued to shoot arrows of death at them from above, until the iron-clad orcs and golons were wounded and ordered to retreat. But at least that keeps the Draenei busy all the time - and so does Kargas.

"I need a ritual so that when the stars are about to be completed, cast a spell there to break the magical barrier here." Naozu put away the scroll beside him and placed it safely in the pouch that hung from his belt. He stood up and patted his seat casually. "When the spell doesn't work here, our artillery and tanks will be able to blow the stoned walls to pieces."

"I'm going to gather the soldiers." Kargas replied, turning to leave, but Neozu motioned for him to stop.

"No, it's not the time yet. I need to wait for the astrology, the astrology! ”

Kargas frowned, and raised the scythe in his hand and swung it at Neozu, "I hope your astrology and divination will work." ”

"At least better than the consequences of letting that little Draenei girl go."

"You!" Kargas's ass ached when he remembered what had happened, but he often remembered how he felt at that time, and even looked forward to doing it again.

"Alright, stop arguing. I'll bring this good news to Hellroar," Kilrog said, turning to leave.

"Nope."

Kilrog slowly turned around and looked at Naozu. "What do you mean by that, shaman?"

"Your Excellency, the Great Chief is still on the continent of Azeroth." Under Kilrog's gaze, Naozu straightened up uneasily. "It's not necessary, it's only a few days away from the right astrological signs. We've wiped out the Draenei, and we'll report back again. You don't question my wisdom, do you, Kilrog? ”

The tension made an otherwise brief moment seem extraordinarily long. Eventually, Kilrog nodded, "Okay, I accept your explanation, shaman. ”

"I'm going to gather the fighters and fight another wave." Kargas smiled disdainfully, "If it weren't for the Hell's Roar that brought our elites to the other side of the door, and the remaining elites had to protect the Magic Gate and control the jungle, I would have killed the Draenei long ago." ”

Naozu didn't want to say anything about it, and Kilgro wasn't in the mood. He longs for blood, not tongues.

When Kargas was gone, Kilrog also said to Neozu, "I'll get them ready." We will open the ceremony in a short time. ”

Then, the one-eyed orc also left the room. Naozu began pacing. He wondered if the spell was as useful as it was recorded, and that it had to work. The only good news is that Grom hasn't rushed back to Draenor yet, and even if he fails the first time, he probably has a second chance. But Hellroar is an orthodox warrior who has always looked down on astrology and divination, and if he doesn't fulfill his obligations, the Shadowmoon Clan will no longer have to do it.

What a terrible future. For the sake of the people of the clan, Naozu vowed to avoid this terrible end.

On the same day, Kilrog returned, telling Neozu with a simple nod that his warriors were ready.

After that, they spent another three days waiting for the right astrological signs.

"Very well," After the orcs of the Bloodcave Clan escorted the Draenei to the mountain path, Neozu began to say to Kilgro and Kargas, "do it, I'll complete the spell." The two laughed.

"I hope you can do it, Naozu!" Kargas said.

"Yes, this would be an ideal place to cast spells under the ritual."

"I'll gather all the soldiers here before dusk." Kargas nodded. "I'll leave a handful of troops behind to guard the camp, though it doesn't seem necessary. The rest will launch an all-out attack after your spell has taken effect. ”

But the shaman shook his head, "No, no, no, the attack can't be stopped." When they realize that we are preparing rituals and spells, they will attack with all their might. ”

Kilgro nodded—he and Naozu were in the same mind. "Keep your clan on the attack," he instructed Calgas, "pin down the Draenei, and we'll complete the ritual as soon as possible." ”

Naozu frowned and answered, "I need some time. You can't stop attacking, Kargas. ”

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"The orcs are holding a blood sacrifice at the foot of the mountain, Holy See."

The Draenei were not blind, and soon an apprentice of the Holy Order knelt behind Iriel, filled with envy for the Pope kneeling between the legs of the glowing man. Apprentices like her can only kneel between the Mentor's legs and gain more Light through the Mentor's Sister's juice. "Moreover, the sacrifices they use are none other than our compatriots."

"Must ...... Not...... Delay their actions and do everything they can. "The sound of her mouth doesn't affect Iriel's commands, it's about a habitual relationship." Albeit...... Reason tells me...... It shouldn't be like this...... Let Samarra rush - ahem! ”

As she spoke, she seemed to choke on something and coughed.

"Wait a minute," the avatar of the Holy Light suddenly spoke, "don't attack lightly, just guard the level." Let me teach the orcs what the real membrane and dirty ...... are" (to be continued.) )