Putting people to sleep and entering other people's dreams, Downing had heard of this ritual, a nightmare ritual unique to shamans, capable of achieving in dreams things that could only be done in reality, such as killing, only the most powerful shamans could have such abilities, which meant that the shaman in front of him had the same strength as Uncle Anduin, the orc shaman of the Gluck tribe of Catherta.

But this nightmare ritual has a very special requirement, when you need to kill a human, you need to enter the dream of a human to be realized, when you need to kill a cow, of course, you need to enter the dream of a cow, so now you can confirm that the other party wants to kill a human, who will it be.

However, Tang Ning had a very unexpected discovery, the Blood Altar, this orc shaman priest has a very complete blood altar, just on the ground next to it, like a water spring, the water spring is not a pool of clear water, but blood, bright red and sticky blood, exuding a strong fishy smell.

For the shaman, the blood altar has a lot of use for him, and the nightmare consciousness will need to be used in the future, but he doesn't know who the shaman's target is, but he can make a condition.

"Yes, I promise you, but you'll have to promise me one condition in exchange for you when I complete your Nightmare Ritual for you. ”

The shaman didn't expect this monkey to take the initiative to put forward the conditions, but it was beyond his expectations, a stable ritual medium is of course the best, and the other party can take the initiative to put forward the conditions, proving that this guy has some guts, at least he will not be frightened, his fingers stroked his chin and pondered for a while, and then stretched out his thick fingers. "What do you want, as long as you help me with my nightmare consciousness, I can give you anything in return, gold, a lot of gold. ”

"I don't want gold. Tang Ning looked at the outstretched index finger, almost able to catch up with the thickness of his arm.

The shaman was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "It's strange, you monkeys like gold the most. ”

"Normally, no one will refuse the opportunity to become rich, but now the one standing in front of you is a rich man, so I don't need it. Downing explained.

The shaman nodded. "Say, what do you want. ”

"I'm going to use your Blood Altar, and there's nothing to lose for you. Tang Ning walked over to the Blood Altar and looked at the murky blood in the spring.

"It's funny, it looks like you're a supernatural power owner, no problem. Once again, the shaman held out his thick index finger.

Tang Ning reached out and grasped the thick fingers, and the two reached an agreement.

According to the shaman's arrangement, the Nightmare Consciousness needed to lie next to that bright ball of light, and once his consciousness was in the Sleeper's head, he could find any human in the human world, including his target.

He swapped the viscous potion over and handed it over. "Drink it now. ”

Tang Ning looked around and found that there were many blood tribal orcs on the edge of the cliffs around this underground world, and he had no way to do anything if the other party wanted to regret it. "Well, why should I believe you'll let me go alive after you complete the Nightmare Ritual for you? ”

The shaman thought to himself that he was really cunning monkeys, and that it was quite troublesome, and that he would never have dealt with these cunning monkeys if it had not been for the task he had received from Anrida, and he looked around and asked, "What do you want?"

"There's at least one thing you brought out that makes me feel like my life isn't in danger. Downing was blunt.

The shaman muttered back and forth on the platform in the language of the beast, abusing the monkey of course, though he did not know that the monkey understood his beast language.

"If you keep cursing at me, our cooperation ends here, and it's not like a cooperative attitude. Downing protested to the shaman in a skilful beast language.

The shaman priest was surprised, he didn't expect this monkey to understand the language of beasts, and hurriedly apologized: "It turns out that you can understand our beast language, which is really surprising." He took out a hammer from the chest on the platform, which was rather crudely made, and handed it to the young man. "Since you know the language of beasts, you should know some about the history of orcs, and this hammer is in your hands to ensure your safety. ”

Downing took the rough hammer, the surface of which was badly worn, and on one end of the hammer he saw an engraved line of beast words with the name of a man, owned by Recoba, the Stormcaller.

Quite an unexpected gain, this storm summoner is the spiritual symbol of all the orc tribes, with the storm summoner, it is equivalent to being in charge of all the orc tribes, whether it is the blood tribe or the Gluck tribe, they quite respect this spiritual leader who led the orcs to defeat the invaders and establish the first generation of orc civilization, Recoba, but it was later lost, but I didn't expect it to be in the hands of the leader of this blood tribe.

"Storm Summoner, what an accident, this orc spirit symbol was lost when the first generation of orc civilization was destroyed, why did it fall into your hands?" Tang Ning was pleasantly surprised.

The shaman took the Storm Summoner back, stroked the badly worn hammer, and a blue light appeared on his arm, which was transmitted to the Storm Summoner, and the Storm Summoner let out a huge roar, blue thunder and lightning roared, and the entire underground world was illuminated as if it were day.

"The Blood Tribe has paid a terrible price for this spiritual symbol of the orc world, and you wouldn't expect this Storm Caller to be buried in the Valley of the Dragons. The shaman explained.

It turns out that the long-missing Storm Summoner was lost in the Valley of the Dragons, the Valley of the Dragons is the place where the Dragons gather, and the Dragons with a high sense of territorial protection prohibit any creatures from entering there, and it is conceivable how much it will cost to get this Storm Summoner from the Valley of the Dragons.

"So the Blood Clan fell here because of Dragon Valley?" Downing looked at the Storm Summoner, the hammer that symbolized the spirit of the orcs undoubtedly had considerable effect.

Owning this Stormcaller means that you can command all the orc clans to fight for themselves, and being able to keep this Stormcaller for yourself means that the future journey of revenge will be much simpler, at least for Uncle Anduin.

"Some impact, but not fatal, those green-skinned scum are the main culprits in the fall of the Blood Clan, I will return to the Plains of Thorns to bring those green-skinned scum to justice, and prove that the Blood Tribe is the legitimacy of the Orcs. The shaman retrieved the Storm Caller and handed it over. "How about this Storm Summoner in your hands for now. ”

"Deal, I have seen your sincerity. Tang Ning took the heavy giant hammer, the giant hammer regained its composure, it was not easy to put away this giant hammer, take out a little potion and apply it to it. "Dofono Potions can shrink Stormsumer, and it's a bit difficult for me to put away a giant hammer like this, you wouldn't mind, would you? ”

The shaman didn't mind, watching as the monkey put away the Storm Summoner, pointing to the stone bed next to the ball of light, and then proceeded to hand the viscous potion up.

This viscous potion doesn't look good, and there is always a sense of fear of unfamiliar things, Tang Ning glanced at it, and took out a potion himself. "My potion can also put people to sleep, just use mine. He drank the potion and lay down on the stone bed.

Seeing the young man close his eyes, the shaman's red-skinned thick fingers rubbed against the ball of light, the clouds and storms on the ball of light were intertwined, and the electricity shone brightly, he reached out and picked up an item from the Holy See, which was a target item that needed to be killed, a little piece of clothing, with this kind of thing, he could quickly find the target in the dream world, and then closed his eyes and entered a meditative state.

The dark world quickly became brighter, and when everything became brighter, Downing looked down at this world with god-like eyes, this was the dream world, and then a familiar figure appeared in the dream world, the shaman, but the shaman looked a little different.

The shaman in the dream was strong, like a monster, and then he saw another familiar figure, which surprised Tangning, it was Cybertron, the paladin.

This means that the shaman's target is Cybertron, and the shaman priest of the Blood Tribe wants to kill Cybertron, and there is nothing between them, and they have never heard of the paladin mentioning it, and the current situation has revealed a secret.

The shaman has some connection with the Holy See, the Paladin has killed a lot of Holy See, and as a wanted criminal of the Holy See, only the Holy See wants to kill the Holy See.

Things are getting interesting, Downing is looking at the paladins and shamans in the dream world from the perspective of God, if you change to an ordinary supernatural power owner, you will have no power against the nightmare attacks in the dream world, but this paladin is an exception, because he is the guardian of heaven Vermaelen.

Not only was he able to watch the battle with God's eyes, but he was also able to listen to the conversation between the two with God's ears and get more information.

Cybertron had a nightmare in which he frowned as he looked at the huge blood-red monster. "Who are you?"

The shaman observed the paladin, two huge fangs that could easily break through a boulder, and his hands and arms were covered with azure electricity and thunderclaps. "You killed a lot of people in the Holy See?"

"That's right, I've killed a lot of people in the Holy See, who are you?Messenger of God??Repnoisseur of my sins on behalf of God himself?" Cybertron didn't know the identity of the monster, and was still speculating.

The shaman let out a maniacian laugh, and he was mistaken for a messenger of the gods. "Yes, I am a messenger of God, and it seems that you have been prepared for the punishment you have committed for your crimes. ”

Cybertron looked at the huge monster and roared angrily: "If you are really a messenger of God, you should now appear in the Holy See in the Holy City to punish those who are truly wicked, they are the blasphemers who betray God, who are you?" ”

The shaman pointed his finger at the ground in front of the paladin, and blue lightning fell from the sky and fell in front of the paladin, smashing a huge deep pit with dust and smoke flying. "Monkey, you are not qualified to know my identity, kill the believers of the Holy See, you have to be responsible for your actions. ”

Cybertron drew his sword and stuck it on the ground in front of him, a golden glow spreading along the ground, clearly fighting back.

"Weak monkey, the price of hitting me is death. The shaman's huge paws stepped into the range of the holy light, and the holy light immediately began to dissipate, and the azure electricity transmitted from the shaman's paws to the earth, surging towards the holy sword that was inserted into the ground.