For Zhao Kun, the pain of death is unbearable. His body was subjected to multiple harsh blows at the same time, and the terrible spell tortured him to death until he finally disappeared.

Therefore, if you are resurrected, you must prepare a strong enough body. Zhao Kun is really fed up with the weak state!

Although his current state is more than the torment of death.

- He had no body, no flesh, nothing but a soul left in the magic book he had prepared before. Listening, seeing, feeling, and communicating all rely on mental power and magic.

If one were to prepare for a perfect body, how long would this state last—days, weeks, months, years, centuries...... God knows.

After receiving the relevant knowledge given by Yugsothoth, the original rebirth plan was no longer in his eyes. It's just that among the hundreds of ways to make a perfect body, there is not a single way that is particularly simple and easy to do at the same time as it is in his eyes.

And his only progress now is that while practicing the way of Igronac, transforming his divine power into his own power to strengthen himself, he has also 'redeemed' a little Draenei girl in the name of the Light and Naru.

This will be a useful chess piece, but it's a pity that Zhao Kun doesn't have a physical body now.

Maybe...... He should speed things up.

More, he needs more, whether it's a pawn, resources or power.

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Many long months have passed since the land of Draenor was moistened by rain. The rainy season has passed, and the dry season has arrived.

But now, as if protesting against the impending battle, dark clouds rolled overhead. A misty drizzle fell on the city and the army beyond its walls, and both sides watched and waited, and the rain slowly began to grow heavier, and finally poured down.

"There must be ten thousand of them," Samarra sighed deeply as she stood high on top of the inner wall.

Beyond the city walls, where it was once part of the Teroka Forest, there are now many shadows moving. It was the vanguard of the Iron Tribe, and despite being the vanguard, there was no shortage of steam tanks, hell artillery, and lumbersaws, except for the gray-black orcs in iron armor.

Apparently the Orcs had a well-planned strategy, destroying the forests around the area in advance to facilitate the attack, and turning the wood into siege materials. Then, when the preparations are complete, the tribal armies led by Goron (a giant beast of the Draenor world) will swarm under the cover of long-range fire.

With this style of play, many of the once majestic cities of the Draenei are now in ruins, and it now looks as if Shattras, the largest city of the Draenei, will also enter the fate of the former.

Although the leader of the Draenei, the Prophet Viren, had left the Temple of Karabo and arrived in the city of Shattrath, calling on all the Draenei to defend the holy city.

It was as reinforcements that Samarra came to this majestic city. All along, as a Draenei Garrison, she lived in Shadowmoon Valley, living with her sister Iriel. But at the call of the Prophet, she still came here, after her sister was captured by the orcs in the chaos and her whereabouts are unknown......

The orc legion began to slowly move towards the walls, looking like a large viper with fangs coiling around its body for attack...... And this will certainly be a failed attack - their main force has not yet arrived, and this is nothing more than a feint.

However, this does not mean that Samara will survive no matter what.

She knew very well that she and the others gathered here tonight were destined to die in part. They volunteered to take part in this hard battle. Unfortunately, courage alone does not give them strength, everyone can die, and no one knows who will be next.

Well, so be it for now.

Despite the pouring rain, the orc artillery fired a batch of Steel Stars, followed by the siege steam tanks that began to attack one after another.

Even if I die, my spirit will continue to live and become something that accompanies glory, and that is the Light!

The Draenei woman rose bravely, straightened up, and prepared herself for the catastrophe with her modest frame.

Under the cover of artillery fire, Goron and the orcs have rushed to life.

The woman struggled to hold her weight, and her horseshoe-like toes stepped into the solid stone building. Taking a deep breath, Samarra gripped the handle of the heavy crystal mace with both hands. But the anxiously writhing tail showed that her heart was not at peace.

She and the other Garrisons, as well as the Champions of the Light, will fight to the end. With her head bowed, she cautiously walked along the ramparts—to avoid orc fire—Samarra glanced at the Draenei stationed on either side. The garrisons remained at their posts with expressionless faces and resolute faces, and like her, they were already aware of their fate.

Outside the city walls, the projection of the war machine has reached a peak, and the garrisons on the city walls are suppressed and cannot hold their heads up. Despite this, many people were carried down and even killed on the spot.

Then the drums sounded, at first only a few sporadic times, and then more and more of them mingled together until the whole forest was activated by a rhythm that was soft as rain at first, and then slowly intensified into a long-lasting, thunderous roar.

The orcs riding on top of Goron's head had begun to jump onto the walls and engage the Draenei.

Samarra prayed in a low voice, asking for the Light to give her strength.

Overhead, the gloomy clouds moved violently and rumbled, a low sound that echoed the frantic drumbeat beneath the wall. Immediately afterward, a power did show its power, but it was not the divine power of the Light.

The clouds thundered, swirled, erupted, and were pierced by a massive amount of burning steel, and the spinning wheels flew to the ground with the speed of a meteor and a force enough to shatter bones.

-- This is a terrifying weapon called the Iron Star.

One of the Iron Stars grazed past Samarra in a thrilling way, leaving a deafening roar in her ears, and the steel wheels taller than her destroyed the buttresses next to her, sending the wreckage of the flying wall towards Samarra. The woman had to swing her weapon to knock the large pieces of rubble away.

At the same time, however, the creepy battle cry is getting closer. Orcs, the orcs who are struggling to charge forward have rushed forward!