Tivanton, the border town in the north of the Cormir Kingdom on the Continent of Lun, has completely broken away from the influence of the shadow plane and returned to the material world at this moment.

To be precise, since the ancient artifact was absorbed by Graya, the darkness that enveloped the area quickly dissipated, and most of the shadow creatures were wiped out in the bright and scorching sunlight.

Only a handful of powerful creatures like the Shadow Dragon, the Shadow King, and the High Shadows were able to withstand the sunlight and manage to escape into the interior of the house or the sewer.

However, they did not last long before they were captured by the returning Prince of Darkness.

In the face of the purest forces of darkness and nothingness from the birth of the crystal wall on the planet Torrell, no matter how powerful the shadow creatures could only be silenced, kneeling on the ground to express their submission to the young new master, without the slightest will to resist.

The most troublesome shadow plane creatures were solved, and the rest of the remnants of the Santarin Society and the Yin Soul City in the city were not a problem at all, and they were all killed and pulled down at once.

Those civilians who were lucky enough not to die naturally returned to their homes, and the troops of the Cormir Kingdom who had quelled the rebellion were officially stationed in them to guard against possible threats from the Enoch Desert.

Since the entire Tifanton was sent into the air by the powerful power of the Shadow Net, becoming a floating city that only Grea could control, he set up a portal on the ground that was linked to the Shadow Plane.

In this way, both civilians and merchants only need to travel through the shadow plane for a few seconds to achieve quick entry and exit.

If the enemy wanted to use this portal to attack, the Prince of Darkness would only need a single thought to completely lose them in the shadow plane, torn to pieces by all sorts of terrifying shadow creatures.

In particular, the spire that suddenly rises from the ground in the center of the city is completely shrouded in darkness day and night, and the mere sight of it can make people feel inexplicably frightened.

The minaret was a temporary residence that Grea had built for herself, and it was also the center of Tifanton's rule.

Instead of returning to the capital city of Susar to greet the flowers, applause, and triumphal ceremonies that his mother had prepared for him, he chose to stay and digest the power he had gained and learn how to use the magical abilities bestowed by the traveling mage's spark.

What's more, Grea knew very well that after killing a Nether Prince, Teramante would definitely not give up, and he had to inflict an unbearable blow on the other party in the war.

Right now, he's preparing for the coming war.

"Your Highness, as you ordered, we have secretly buried those things on the ground around the city."

The female officer knelt on one knee and reported to the prince, whom she had sworn allegiance.

At this moment, she is no longer a simple human being, but her whole body is shrouded in darkness and shadows that cannot be described in words.

Anyone who had seen the half-life, half-shadow inhabitants of Netherworld would not be able to tell that this woman had been transformed into a similar form by the power of powerful magic.

It's just that she goes further than the ghost form, and is also closely integrated with the shadow web of the goddess of the night, Shar.

That is, in addition to retaining the warrior abilities she possesses, she is also a natural spellcaster like a warlock.

On top of that, the woman named Corinna has been crafted as her first companion card by the Dark Prince, who became a traveling mage, so her loyalty is unquestionable and she has no fear of death.

Grea nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, keep your people on guard, because I can feel that Yin Soul City will definitely choose to fight without declaring a war." By the way, Ilminster, Storm Silverhand, and those harpists aren't gone yet? ”

"Nope.

They want to talk to you in person.

Ilminster, in particular, was clearly aware of the overwhelming dominance of the Shadow Nets in the region.

As a Goddess of Magic elect, this is clearly not the outcome he wants to see.

Moreover, the open and secret battle between the Netherworld City and the Santil Fort, as well as the changes that occurred within the Cormier Kingdom, also seriously threatened the safety of the valley.

With the character of Ilminster, you will definitely want to test your attitude. ”

Corinna spoke her mind in a hurry.

It's different from the legendary love of people.

In fact, Ilminster, the great sage of the Valley of the Shadows, is not very popular in many places, and the neighboring kingdom of Cormier happens to be one of them.

In particular, the organization of war mages, loyal to the royal family, sneered at the first elect of the goddess of magic.

In contrast, it is Lyra and Kelburn who are more respected in Waterdeep.

"Humph!

My father had said that Ilminster was nothing more than a old-fashioned, nosy, arrogant old stubborn.

He always thought he was right, helping the world maintain some kind of balance.

But in fact, he didn't even do a good job of promoting magic, which is his most important duty as a voter, and he actually advocated using magic as little as possible all day long.

If all spellcasters become like this, then what's the point of studying and studying magic?

The proper way to use magic should be to make it accessible to as many people as possible, as my father did. ”

As he said this, the Prince of Darkness's tone was filled with naked and undisguised disdain.

To be sure, Ilminster's daunting and absurd ideas are unlikely to be welcomed by young people at all.

Not to mention a young man, even the casters who are a little ambitious and inquisitive don't think much of him.

Corinna nodded approvingly, "You're right. Ilminster has lived too long, and his set has long since become unable to adapt to the current situation. But it's not a good idea for you to just dry him out. ”

But Grea pouted disapprovingly: "It doesn't matter, just let it dry first."

I don't have time to waste time on them right now, anyway.

Also remember to warn the Harpists that if they dare to plant spies in Tifanton, whoever participates will be killed.

Even Ilminster and Storm Silverhand are no exception.

I'm not a father, and I'm not a Lady of Magic's chosen people, but I'm not used to them. ”

With these murderous words, the Prince of Darkness slowly stood up from his seat, exuding a cold that could freeze everything and a nothingness that consumed everything.

The biggest difference between him and Zuo Si is that people don't talk much, and when they have murderous intentions, they will inevitably take action immediately in the next second.

Whether it was the Prince of the Shadows or the Great Sage of the Valley of Shadows, there was no difference in nature.

"As you wish......"

Corinna bowed her head deeply, not daring to meet her master's eyes that were like black holes.

Just as she got up to leave, she suddenly heard Grea's voice behind her.

"Wait! I asked you to send a message to the undead Owo, haven't you responded yet? ”

Corinna hurriedly turned around and responded, "No, the Grand Arcanist has already responded, saying that he is ready to cooperate with you at any time to teach Terramant an impressive lesson. ”

Hearing this, the Dark Prince immediately understood the subtext that the other party wanted to express, pursed the corners of his mouth and said with a smile: "Since this is the case, then let's set a small goal first, that is, to kill at least two-thirds of the Yin Princes in this war, so that Yin Soul City can understand who is the real Lord of Darkness." Compared to me, their ridiculous shadow magic is nothing more than clown's juggling. ”

The voice has not fallen!

In the darkness on the top floor of the tower, where you couldn't see your fingers, thousands of faint flames emitting gray suddenly appeared.

I saw Grea raise his right hand and directly gather all the flames into his palm and slowly shape the shape of a raven.

In the flames burning inside the raven, Ramolec Tanshul's tormented soul could be faintly seen.

……

At the same time, far away is the hall of the Ghost City above the Shadow Sea, a super artificial lake in the Enook Desert.

The Supreme City Lord Teramante was sitting on his throne, staring at his lieutenant and his sons with a blue face, and after a long while, he spoke in a slightly low voice: "Just now I have personally confirmed that Ramolek is dead, and even his soul has been imprisoned or destroyed. No amount of magic or even wishing magic can resurrect it. ”

"What? How dare that guy! He's simply declaring war on us! ”

After a brief moment of shock, Melgogt let out an angry roar.

Because of all the shadow princes, he has the best relationship with Ramolec.

Upon learning that the latter had been killed and had not been resurrected in the clone, he vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

But who would have thought that even his omnipotent father would not be able to resurrect him.

The anger mixed with fear was a shock to the guy's heart.

After all, the strength of the Yin Soul City lies in the fact that the Yin Soul Prince and a group of high-level and even legendary mages have prepared more than one means of resurrection for themselves, both openly and secretly.

This means that even if they encounter a powerful enemy and are accidentally killed, they can quickly resurrect and report the information and intelligence of the opponent to the Supreme City Lord Tairamante, and then gather more powerful mages to make a plan to join forces to strangle the enemy.

But now, someone can actually make all these resurrection methods ineffective, which will naturally inevitably cause panic.

"Father, what are you waiting for?

If the other party dares to kill Lamolek this time, he will dare to kill any of us next time.

Whether it's to reclaim Ramoraec's soul or to eliminate the hidden danger once and for all, you should immediately find a way to get rid of the dark prince Grea.

After all, he had already shown enough hostility towards Yin Soul City to be an out-and-out enemy. ”

Matik, the only twin in the Nether Prince, stepped forward to show his attitude.

His twin brother Watik chimed in: "That's right. It's time to wage a war and let everyone know what Netharil's last floating city holds. Isn't it just a newly-born divine power? We can use that hole card to kill him. ”

Seeing that the Shadow Princes present were all showing the same hatred, Hajhorner couldn't help but remind, "Ladies and gentlemen, I can understand that Ramolek's death has angered you, but please don't forget that the Prince of Darkness, Grea, is the heir of the Emperor of the West Coast Empire. The latter is the most difficult to deal with. ”

"So what?

Is this your excuse to be a coward?

The only heir to our noble Nethar civilization!

Not to mention the great goddess of the night, Shar, who is protecting us! ”

Revaran seized on the omission of his political opponent's rhetoric, which was a taunt and a fierce pursuit.

And as an ardent believer and elect, he was convinced that the goddess he served was the most powerful in the entire kingdom, and that no second god could match it.

"So you mean that the great Shar will show up in the war to help us deal with Soth?"

Hajhorna was obviously not intimidated by the eldest Nether Prince, and ignored the malicious eyes of the others on the scene, but calmly questioned it.

The reason why he dared to do this was because his current power and status were all derived from the supreme lord of the city, Telamante.

So as long as Teramante still trusts him, it doesn't matter if he offends all the Nether Princes.

"How dare you speculate on the intentions of the great goddess? What disrespect and blasphemy! ”

Revaran subconsciously grasped the weapon hanging from his waist, and his eyes revealed a strong killing intent.

"No, of course not, I just want to analyze the consequences of starting a war from an objective and rational point of view." Hajhorner retorted unrequited.

Seeing that the two were arguing again to the point of making a move, Telamant immediately scolded impatiently: "Enough!

At this time, can't you put aside your personal grievances and work together?

I've made up my mind!

From now on, Grea, the Prince of Darkness, is regarded as the greatest enemy of Netherworld.

Whatever means used, it must be removed.

Otherwise, how can we talk about reviving Netheril. ”

"In that case, I suggest you take that thing out.

After all, no matter how careful you are when dealing with a powerful god-like power, you can't be too careful.

Moreover, the killing of the dark prince Grea is most likely just the beginning of the war.

The next revenge in the face of Soth's madness is the most terrifying. ”

Hajhorner stared at the box on the table next to the throne of the Supreme City Lord, giving his own advice.

Apparently aware of what his deputy fingered was, Telamant opened the sealed box.

Moment!

A heart that looked like a mixture of muscle and mud came into view.

It didn't look big, but it was wrapped in dark divine power, and there was even an artifact-quality dagger stuck in it.

At the slightest touch, a large amount of foul-smelling black mud and slime will flow from inside.

What's even more incredible is that even though it's only a single heart, it beats faintly every thirty seconds.

"Boream's Mire Heart......"

The Prince of the Shadows, Corari Bonas, whispered the name of the artifact.

You don't have to ask to know that this thing is the hole card that Shar gave to Révaran, and then Révaran handed it to Terramante to use against Zuosi.

As probably one of the most well-known Aragami on the continent of Feren, Borim was killed by the mortal Death Trio with a Zasman dagger, and the heart in front of him was the only wreck he had left.

Because of this, this matter is more or less mentioned in the canons of the Church of the Three Gods of Death, so many people know that there is such an ancient Aragami.

But if you think Borim is completely dead, you're wrong.

In fact, even the weakest of them are very difficult to kill.

As soon as you pull out the weapon stuck in your heart, the hole above will gush out of a frenzy of warm, muddy water, transforming the surrounding environment into a boiling mud lake.

After thirty days, Borim will be completely resurrected and will be able to return to Torreel in all his own power, regardless of the plane.

So to a certain extent, this heart carries the essence of Aragami's power.

Anyone who wields it gains a weak god-like bonus, greatly increasing their defense level and immunity.

Note!

This is a god-like protection, not ordinary magic protection, and even a god-like attack can still be weakened.

Its physical defense boost is equivalent to wearing an extra piece of sturdy armor.

It also gives the wearer the ability to breathe freely and walk on flat ground in swampy and muddy areas.

If a spellcaster or god crafts it into a weapon, it must be a fairly powerful artifact.

However, it is easy to see from the dark divine power emanating from the heart that the goddess of the night, Shar, must have some kind of unknown image or even transformation of it.

"Are you sure it's a good idea to release it at a time like this?"

Teramant asked in a tone of uncertainty.

"It's the only option we have."

Hajhorner did not hesitate to give an affirmative answer.

Next Second......

Teramant pulled out the sharp weapon that had been inserted into it.

Moment!

Black juice quickly gushed out with thick smoke and enveloped the entire hall.

The ambient temperature, which quickly turns cold, proves that it contains a surprising amount of negative energy.

If this were an ordinary person, anyone who was contaminated would get a serious illness or even be drained of life energy on the spot, resulting in death.

But these Yin Princes present had already obtained the ghost physique, so they didn't need to hide at all, just stood in place and watched the rebirth process of Aragami Borim.

Even though it takes a long time, no one wants to miss any details.

There is no doubt that from this moment on, the war between the Ghost City and the Dark Prince Grea has officially begun.

……

On the other side, Zuo Si, who left the Marvel Universe, also came to the sky above the continent of Kalimdor in the west of the planet Azeroth.

The reason why he appeared here is also very simple, that is, to take the soul of the great chief of the tribe, Thrall.

With Admiral Darin of Kurtilas dying at the hands of the orcs, his daughter Gianna led a fierce assault on Azhara with the coalition forces.

Despite Thrall's operations, the Horde side has been joined by tribes from the Centaurs, Ogre, and Bear Monsters.

At one point, the two sides fought back and forth over those important strongholds at the junction of Ashenvale and Azhara.

But with the disappearance of the Lich King Neozu and Arthas, and the Scourge Legion being dragged to the front line of the bloody battle as cannon fodder in batches, the situation in the eastern continent has suddenly become much better.

Therefore, Queen Lordaeron, Galia Minahir, has drawn a lot of troops, weapons and equipment to help her good sister win this battle of revenge.

Coupled with the reinforcements provided by the Night Elf allies, and the personal leadership of powerful leaders such as Malfurion and Tyrande, the whole process is basically devastating.

Although the goblins, who are desperate for money, do everything they can to help the tribe survive and make more money from this group of high-quality customers, all resistance is futile in the face of overwhelming firepower.

After several decisive battles, the most heaviest centaurs even lost more than 100,000 corpses, and the bear monsters and ogres lost more than half, and only the orcs and dark spear trolls were still under control.

In particular, Gianna, who led a handful of elite spirits and did not rely on group teleportation magic to make a surprise attack, gave Thrall the first time how easily a powerful mage could make and break the tide of battle.

As long as Gianna wants to, she can appear anywhere on the battlefield at any time and crush the defenders with lightning speed, tear up the gap, or even go deep into the rear to burn down the granaries and destroy the transportation and supply routes.

This has made matters worse for the already underfed tribes.

The frontal battlefield could not be defeated, and there was a big problem with logistics and supply, and the soldiers could not fill their stomachs at all.

Eventually, the contradictions accumulated within the tribe finally broke out completely.

Some began to question Saar's leadership, while others argued that Saar was the main culprit in his current predicament and should be handed over in exchange for a truce with the Alliance.

In the beginning, Thrall was able to use the power of the orc race to suppress opposition.

Until one day, even one of the most trusted people around him, Itreig, chose to betray and join forces with the other orcs to launch a coup d'état with Gianna, giving himself to the other party as a bargaining chip in exchange for the survival of the tribe and the orcs.

Although intellectually, Thrall could understand that Itreg had made such a choice because he saw no hope of winning the war, and therefore had to sacrifice him for the future of the orc race.

But in terms of feelings, I have done so much for the continuation and development of the race, but in the end I ended up like this, it is certainly impossible to say that there is no resentment and resentment at all.

Especially when he was escorted to the execution ground to be beheaded, the cheers, curses, and relieved expressions on the faces of the orcs in the audience were simply harsh.

Obviously, hunger, exhaustion, hardship, and successive defeats had made these bloodthirsty and warlike men tired of war.

In other words, the reason why all intelligent races, including orcs, like to wage war is that they can benefit from it.

With positive feedback, the people will enthusiastically support the war, and the soldiers will feel invincible and able to defeat any enemy.

But if the result is a negative feedback, then the frenzy for war will quickly cool down, and eventually turn from belligerent to war-weary.

Unfortunately, Sal realized this too late.

For now, he could only kneel on the execution table, placing his head in a groove and waiting to be decapitated by a sharp axe.

As for the escape......

It's not that he doesn't want to do this, it's that he has strong magical shackles on his hands and feet, and there is a powerful mage staring at him next to him, and he can't run at all.

"Do you have any last words?"

Gianna, who had come to be the executioner herself, walked straight up to the front with an axe and asked.

Sal shook his head slightly: "No, I don't have any last words, you can do it now." After all, I killed your father in the first place. It's only natural that you're killing me now, there's nothing to complain about. ”

"Very well, then let me send you on your way."

As she spoke, Gianna raised the sharp axe aloft and slashed it down with all her strength.

Next Second......

Burst!!!!!!

With the gushing blood, Sarna's huge green head fell straight down, and the headless corpse also completely stopped moving after two convulsions.

At this point, the founder of the new tribe finally ended his legendary life from slave to gladiator to high chieftain.

His death heralded the end of an era as well as the beginning of a new one.

In this era of Azeroth, there will no longer be a fierce confrontation between the Alliance and the Horde, but a situation where the Alliance is completely dominant.

As for the tribe of remnant orcs, darkspear trolls, centaurs, bear monsters, and ogres, they can only survive carefully under the watchful eye of the former.

Having completed the feat of avenging her father with her own hands, Gianna's tense and serious face finally relaxed, and she turned to the current leader of the tribe, Itreig, and said, "Our deal is complete.

From now on, you have gained the power to survive in Azeroth.

Keep in mind, though, that if anyone dares to collude with the Burning Legion or drink the blood of demons, the truce between us will be null and void immediately. ”

"Rest assured, we're fed up with being a dog to the devil and will never make a similar mistake again."

There's a hint of pain and sorrow in Itriegu's eyes, and she's straightforward in his assurance.

Because he knew that the tribe could no longer withstand the ravages of any war, and that he would have to recuperate even if he abandoned his dignity and knelt on the ground to ask for forgiveness from the enemy.

Otherwise, with the decay of the population, it will not be long before it will go to extinction.

"I hope so."

Gianna, who had a cold face, put down this sentence and turned around and left directly.

Because that intense hatred did not disappear because of Thrall's death, but only became more intense.

If she stayed any longer, she was afraid that she would not be able to bear her word, so she ordered the coalition forces to sweep the entire Azhara and directly kill all the orcs here.

Seeing the coalition of dwarves, gnomes, humans, and night elves disappear into the distant woods, Itregu's tense nerves finally relaxed a little, and he quickly turned his gaze to his confused compatriots.

He understands that the real challenge really starts in this moment.

Since he betrayed Thrall in exchange for this hard-won peace, he naturally has to take the corresponding responsibility to lead the orcs to survive.

However, no one knew that from the moment Sal was beheaded, his soul had been sucked into Zuo Si's side by a powerful force.

Right now, the two of them are floating in the outer space of the planet Azeroth, condescending to look at this beautiful planet that harbors the strongest star soul.

"How are you feeling right now? Is there a great pain and anger at being betrayed by the most trusted compatriots? ”

Zuo Si was the first to speak, breaking the silence.

Sal sighed slightly and replied, "It's a little bit.

But I can understand why Itreig did it.

In his eyes, the survival of orcs is above all else.

And I, the Great Chief, am not irreplaceable.

The last time you offered to play a game of soul stakes with me, did you anticipate this day? ”

Zuo Si chuckled and nodded, "Well, yes."

Because there is a limit to the ability of any mortal race to endure pain, hunger, failure, and death.

Even the most bloodthirsty and warlike orcs are no exception.

This has been proven in the previous two orc wars.

Otherwise, do you think that those orcs who drank the blood of demons suddenly lost their will to fight and became confused, just the result of the failure of the blood of demons?

No!

More often than not, their spirits and wills collapsed.

By the same token, how do you think you can start a new tribe?

Because of the revival of traditions and the guidance of shamanic teachings?

Or maybe it's all ridiculous glory?

The answer is clearly neither.

The reason why these orcs are willing to follow you is due to the fact that you have won victory after victory in the attack on the asylum to liberate your compatriots.

Feed their hungry bellies by plundering the grain of villages and towns.

So when they start to endure hunger, when you can no longer lead them to victory, only defeat and death, that's the end of your political life as a big chief.

After all, power always comes from the bottom, from how many people are willing to trust and follow you. ”

Perhaps it was unlikely that other orcs with low intelligence and no education would understand these words, but Thrall, who had received an elite education from humans, understood, and sighed with a bitter face: "Yes, you are right, from the moment I was constantly defeated, I was actually disqualified from continuing to serve as the Great Chief. So what are you going to do with my soul now? ”

"It's simple. I'm going to take you to another world, and use your excellent leadership skills to take the orcs of this world on another path. ”

The voice has not fallen!

Zuo Si raised his hand and snapped his fingers directly, and with the help of the power of the Brigade Mage's spark, he directly teleported back to the Faeron Continent.

Through the earth-shattering shouts below, Thrall in his soul form saw hordes of orcs about the size of his own countrymen, constantly pounding a huge wooden fortress.

Despite the desperate resistance of the barbarian warriors inside, they could not resist the influx of enemies, and in the end, all the men, including the babies, were brutally exterminated.

And women have become the object of their desire and violence.

The bloody and cruel picture made Sal, who had been baptized by civilization, feel a strong discomfort.

Having heard of what the old tribes had done during their invasion of Azeroth, he had many associations at once, and he understood why countless humans showed such twisted anger and hatred at the mention of orcs.

Zuo Si obviously noticed the slight change in the Great Chief's expression, and said very dryly, "Believe me, what your people did when they first crossed the Dark Gate was even more unbearable than the slaughter that was taking place right now. ”

"With the power you have, it shouldn't be difficult to kill them all, right?"

Thrall was silent for a long time, and finally asked tentatively.

"Kill them all with your hands?

No, no, no, that's not the rules of the game in this world.

Because here, all races have their own gods and even gods.

With the protection of the gods, it is very, very difficult to destroy a race through slaughter.

And what I'm going to do is not simply kill all the orcs, but to cut them off from the root of the orc gods.

In other words, to completely expel the orc gods from this world. ”

Zuo Si didn't hide anything, and said his plan straightforwardly.

"Break the faith?"

Sal keenly grasped a key word.

"That's right!"

Zuo Si pursed the corners of his mouth and showed a playful smile.

"You can take all the tools you used to build a new tribe and use them on these orcs.

Whether it's to make them believe in nature and the elements, or to concentrate their faith in themselves, in short, to strip the belief in the orc gods from the orc community.

As long as I can do this, I will not only set your soul free, but also support you to become a god and become the only faith of the orcs in this world.

Or even compete with the orc gods for dominance of the orc race in the endless planes of the entire universe.

When the time comes, you can transform the savage orcs according to your own ideas and concepts, and make them become the way you want them to be.

How, doesn't that sound interesting? ”

"So those orc gods are your enemies?"

At this moment, Sal finally fully understood the other party's intentions and realized his own value.

"Congratulations, you guessed it right.

The orc god of this world is my enemy, and he once wanted to kill me when I was a mortal.

Unfortunately, I happen to be a person who holds grudges, so I naturally want to find an opportunity to get revenge on me.

It's just that compared to the boring revenge of killing and killing, simply causing destruction and chaos, it doesn't fit my character.

So I decided to go straight to digging their roots!

Shake and even destroy the foundations of their faith!

Take away their believers!

Create an enemy that scares them!

And you, dear Sal, are the lucky ones I have chosen......"

As the last word blurted out, a chilling smile appeared on Zuo Si's face, and his two eyes revealed a depth and evil that could not be described in words.

"I obviously don't have any other choice but to accept, do I?"

Sal asked rhetorically, holding back the intense fear that welled up in his heart.

"Yes, you don't have a choice. Because I've arranged everything for you, it's time for the gears of fate to start turning. ”

With that, Zuo Si raised his hand and injected some unknown power directly into Thrall's soul, then squeezed it into a sphere that emitted a silver glow and threw it straight at the ground strewn with corpses.

Just a few seconds later, a young orc warrior who had already been killed in battle suddenly twitched, followed by the terrifying wound on his body that began to heal rapidly.

After about five minutes, he reopened his eyes and got up tremblingly.

"You...... Aren't you dead? ”

An old orc who was handling the buried corpse opened his mouth wide in shock.

"Dead?"

The orc warrior looked up at the sky and replied in a very calm tone, "Maybe there is some great being who doesn't want me to die. By the way, do you know my name? ”

The old orc hurriedly shook his head: "I don't know." Hundreds of tribes from all corners of the continent are gathered here, and who knows what your name is and which tribe you belong to. But it doesn't matter, anyway, all the chiefs are recruiting strong warriors right now, so now that you're alive, just find a tribe to join. ”

"yes, that's great. In that case, I will henceforth be called Sal. ”

As the last word blurted out, a bright and dazzling lightning bolt suddenly fell from the sky.

The terrifying momentum and terrifying power instantly tore the old orc, who carried and buried the corpse, together with his body and soul.

On his charred bones, stood a warhammer surrounded by electric light.

Orgrim Doomhammer!

Thrall, who had just been reincarnated, recognized the legendary weapon that had accompanied him for many years, and without saying a word, he stepped forward to pick it up and put it on his shoulder, turning and walking towards the orcs who were reveling in the camp.

Due to their chaotic nature, the organizational structure within the orc tribe has always been very loose, accompanied by never-ending infighting and mutual annexation.

Especially in the current situation where hundreds of tribes are mixed together, basically no one knows anyone.

So Thrall was easily accepted by an orc chief named Obed Arrows, and officially joined the latter's tribe.

He then slaughtered in the traditional wrestling entertainment of the orcs, easily defeating one challenger after another, showing his strength and fighting skills to the fullest.

After all, compared to these barbarians who have not received any systematic training at all, he is an out-and-out champion gladiator.

"This is the secret weapon used against the orc god?"

Just as Zuo Si was condescendingly enjoying Sal's performance, a voice with a handsome appearance and a thin figure suddenly appeared beside him.

The person who came was none other than the creator and guardian of the elven race, Corellon.

Obviously, if such a huge conspiracy against the entire orc race is to be carried out undetected, the precondition is to interfere with and block the perception of the divine power of Gush and even the entire orc god system.

And the best person to do this without making them suspicious is the elven gods of Avatar.

So Corellon is the most important ally of this plan.

"What do you think of him?"

Zuo Si asked without replying.

Corellon observed for a moment and replied, "This orc's soul is very special, very, very special to be exact. I don't see a trace of the chaos, brutality, savagery, and bloodlust of the traditional orcs in him, but a mixture of calmness and wisdom. On top of that, he seems to be very susceptible to the favor of elemental powers. ”