Kul Tiras' fleet commander Daelin is gathering here with a group of captains, officers, and sailors.
In the open space near the beach, you can see densely lit bonfires, and people sitting around the bonfires eating, drinking, and chatting, and from time to time you can hear rude curses and laughter.
Apparently, they were resting here for the night after a day's patrol along the coastline.
Although it is possible to sleep in the hammock in the cabin, that dim, depressing space filled with all kinds of smells that are difficult to describe in words is obviously far less comfortable than camping on open land.
What's more, the body would definitely not be able to withstand eating those pickled foods while sailing on the sea for a long time.
At this time, it is particularly important to go ashore and get some fresh meat, vegetables and fruits to improve the food.
So Dai Lin would dock the fleet near the bay of the island every night and let his men take turns going ashore to relax and rest in order to alleviate the mental and psychological effects of years of boring life at sea.
Of course, the most important reason why he dared to do this was that the orcs had no decent sea and air power at all.
Those inferior fishing boats that were as big as bathtubs, as well as the airships hired from the goblins, have now all sunk to the bottom of the sea and become a paradise for fish.
The entire coastline of Azshara is now completely controlled by the Kul Tiran naval fleet.
Unless the enemy can grow wings and fly over, the vast ocean is the best barrier.
At this moment, the most legendary fleet commander of the Alliance was sitting next to a huge bonfire, gnawing on a roasted seabird shot by his men with muskets, drinking his favorite liquor, his eyes filled with the pleasure of revenge.
Ever since his eldest son died at the hands of the Dragonmaw Clan orcs, it has been a long time since he felt like a living person rather than a numb walking corpse.
Especially when he saw those savage and bloodthirsty green monsters witnessing the death of their loved ones and children, standing on the beach like crazy and raging at the warships that they could never reach, and then being blown into pieces one by one by the ship's guns, it made Daelin realize for the first time that orcs also have feelings and can also have strong negative emotions such as pain and despair.
This discovery undoubtedly made him excited and ecstatic.
After all, the act of revenge itself is a simple irrational vent.
The more painful and desperate the party being retaliated against appears in this process, the more satisfaction the avenger will get from it, and then he will believe in his heart that fairness and justice have been upheld.
If the other party simply chooses to lie down without any reaction, the avenger will not be satisfied psychologically. Instead, he may feel bored and empty, or even give up revenge halfway.
In short, the orcs' reaction further stimulated Dai Lin.
The legendary commander of the Alliance Navy had a voracious appetite and had just finished eating a whole roasted seabird, throwing the bones into the campfire.
Although he is already quite old, with wrinkles on his face and forehead, and even a fair amount of white hair, his eyes are still as sharp as an osprey.
His strong muscles and thick joints prove that he is still a formidable and powerful warrior.
The magic scimitar hanging at his waist and two high-powered revolvers tailor-made by dwarf engineers enable him to not only engage in close combat but also carry out long-range attacks.
Especially in the traditional naval battle - boarding a ship, such a pistol can often play a huge role.
After boarding, a single salvo could kill or injure more than a quarter or even more of the enemies gathered on the deck.
This can be seen from the fact that almost every sailor and soldier in the entire Kul Tiras fleet is carrying at least one pistol.
This is the result of the popularization of revolvers that can fire multiple times.
Before this, many people would even choose to equip themselves with more than four flintlock pistols in order to gain an advantage in boarding operations, so that they could pull them out at any time and fire a shot at the opponent who was close at hand.
After filling his stomach, Dai Lin raised the bottle and gulped down the little wine left. Then he smiled and asked the adjutant beside him: "My friend, after losing all the fishing boats, how long do you think the orcs can survive by relying on the food they get from hunting, breeding and gathering?"
The latter lowered his head and thought for a moment, then quickly replied: “I think it will take no more than a month.
Because they had robbed the Alliance's ships from the eastern continent and crossed the Endless Sea to reach Kalimdor, they did not have much food reserves.
It is estimated that after landing, they relied on hunting and robbery to obtain supplies.
This means that before settling down, the orcs were actually always in a state where they could run out of food at any time.
Although they later settled in Azshara and used the rich hunting grounds and fishing resources here to obtain sufficient food, it did not last long.
It is quite difficult to survive for a month after the coastline was blocked.
After all, compared to fishing, the food that can be obtained from hunting is too limited.
As for the output of breeding, it needs enough time to settle before it can remain stable.
Orcs simply don't have that much time."
"That means, in a month at most, we will be able to watch these beasts kill each other, right?"
As he said this, Dai Lin casually smashed the empty wine bottle onto the distant reef, making a sound of shattering glass.
"Yes, my lord. Then we can complete the holy revenge for your son and those innocent civilians who died tragically at the hands of the orcs, and make these damn bastards disappear from our world forever."
The adjutant gave an affirmative answer in a decisive tone.
Obviously, the reason why the Kul Tiras fleet has not chosen to land so far is not because they are afraid of a head-on battle with the orcs, but because they are waiting for the enemy to erupt in large-scale civil unrest due to food shortages.
By that time, it would be the best time for them to go ashore and kill all the orcs.
As a leader who participated in two Orc Wars, Daelin knew how terrifying these violent monsters from the world of Draenor were on the front battlefield, so he would never easily take risks with this group of naval officers and soldiers with rich combat experience.
Because the navy in the sailing ship era had the highest technological content, required the longest training and development time, and was also the most expensive of all the military branches of the same era, without a doubt.
It takes at least several years or even more than ten years for Kul Tiras to train an excellent sailor and ship commander.
During this period, they have to learn a lot of highly professional skills and knowledge, and sail on ships as apprentices to fight against pirates, Nagas, murlocs, sea monsters and other enemies.
If you are not careful, you will die.
Therefore, every sailor and officer with sufficient experience is the most valuable asset.
As long as these people remain, the maritime power of Kul Tiras will never decline.
Asking them to fight the orcs is basically like replacing assembly line workers with high-level technicians, which is a sheer crime.
Dai Lin was obviously very clear about this, so most of the battles throughout his life were fought at sea.
Very few would choose to go ashore to fight the enemy.
Even in landing operations, they would often avoid the enemy's main force and use the fleet's speed to carry out raids along the long coastline, making the opponent become more and more exhausted in the constant back and forth firefighting.
The decisive blow will not be launched until the target reveals its fatal weakness.
So even though Daelin's hatred for the orcs in his heart had long turned into a kind of strong paranoia, he did not lose his mind because of it.
Quite the opposite!
The closer he got to his goal of completely destroying the orcs, the calmer and more cautious his mind became, for fear that his recklessness and impulsiveness would ruin a good situation.
Just as the naval commander squinted his eyes and gazed at the calm sea in the distance and the ships anchored in the bay, silently pondering what strategy and action to take next to further oppress the enemy, a terrified shout suddenly came from the woods behind him, followed by many sailors and officers sitting around the campfire standing up and drawing their swords or pistols.
As it was already completely dark, it was impossible to see clearly what was happening in the woods. One could only vaguely hear someone screaming and the sound of faint fighting.
At first, Dai Lin thought that he was just attacked by sporadic wild beasts, murlocs or nagas, and did not take it too seriously.
After all, it is very common for such situations to occur on an uninhabited desert island like this, and it is not worth making a fuss about.
Officers were able to respond quickly and organize people to eliminate the threat.
But after just a few minutes he realized that something was wrong.
Because everyone who entered the forest never came out again.
The nearest bonfires were empty. At least hundreds of people had mysteriously disappeared out of thin air.
At this moment, no matter how stupid Dai Lin was, he understood that this was definitely not an isolated accidental encounter, but was 100% a premeditated attack.
So without saying a word, he immediately drew out his beloved scimitar and led his men straight towards the woods.
When I got a little closer, I immediately smelled a faint smell of blood.
An officer seemed to have discovered something and rushed into the bushes and dragged out a body.
moment!
Everyone present couldn't help but show expressions of surprise and fear.
Because the body did not have any signs of being cut or stabbed by weapons, nor did it have any wounds from being bitten or eaten by wild beasts. The only things on the body were two holes on the carotid artery in the neck, and the skin on the surface of the body looked extremely pale without a trace of blood.
After carefully examining the wound, the officer raised his head and said in a trembling voice: "He was sucked dry of blood by some monster and died!"
"What? This is impossible! I've been drifting on the sea for so many years, and I've never heard of any beast or monster that only sucks blood and doesn't eat meat!" Another middle-aged man dressed as a captain retorted harshly.
"Idiot! Just because you don't know doesn't mean it doesn't exist! Look at this body, isn't it obvious enough?"
The officer glared at the other man unhappily.
Because he knew that the captain was not so much futing him as hiding his inner fear in this way.
After all, the wild and primitive continent of Kalimdor is quite unfamiliar to humans, and it is full of unknowns, mysteries and dangers.
Especially in Azshara, the center of the first explosion of the Well of Eternity, magnificent ruins created by the High Elves through arcane magic can be seen everywhere, as well as unknown animals and plants that were mutated by the huge impact of magical energy.
Not long ago, when the fleet first arrived in this sea area, it encountered a giant that suddenly emerged from the bottom of the sea, as well as a multi-headed monster with several heads.
If the latest models of naval guns had not been installed, several ships would probably have been severely damaged in the battle.
In addition, most people who have been sailing on the sea for a long time are more or less superstitious. When they encounter something they have never seen or cannot understand, their first subconscious reaction is to refuse to believe it.
"Damn it! So what should we do now? Go into the forest and search to see if there are any survivors?"
Another captain stood up, his face full of solemn expression.
Among the sailors who had just entered the forest and had not returned were several from his ship.
Seeing his men looking at each other in confusion, not knowing what to do, Dai Lin didn't say a word and directly said "Follow me", and then led the way into the dense forest on the island.
Perhaps inspired by the bravery of the fleet's supreme commander, the other officers and captains also joined in.
After a while, a team of two to three hundred people was organized to find out what had attacked the camp and see if the missing survivors could be rescued.
However, they did not know that their every move was clearly seen by the blood-red eyes lurking in the darkness.
About ten minutes later, in a hidden cave in the forest, a blood orc knelt on one knee and reported: "Great Chief, those humans really entered the forest recklessly as you expected. When will we catch them all in one fell swoop?"
"No hurry, wait until they go a little deeper. Remember, we only have one chance. If we fail, all our efforts will be in vain. So we must capture Daelin Proudmoore at all costs, or kill him."
As Thrall spoke, he put on the dried black plate armor again.
Not far from him, one could clearly see several human corpses that had been drained of blood.
Needless to say, in order to avoid being discovered, this group of orcs swam from the coastline of Azshara to the deserted island entirely by swimming.
This is not only a challenge to the limits of physical strength, but also a gamble and adventure.
Once encountering sea giants, hydras, murlocs, nagas or other ferocious marine creatures, the result will inevitably be heavy casualties or even annihilation of the entire army.
But Thrall obviously had no choice but to devote everything he had to this military adventure.
Fortunately, everything went well, and at least we arrived on the island safely.
Moreover, they also captured a considerable number of human captives through trapping and feasting on them, and they have now recovered almost completely.
There is no doubt that this approach has clearly deviated from his original idea of reaching a reconciliation with humans and is rushing in a completely opposite direction.
Especially if the news that the blood orcs feed on humans gets out, it will inevitably cause an uproar, and their reputation will most likely become even more notorious than that of the trolls.
After all, the trolls are native creatures, and their civilization history is the longest in the entire Azeroth. They have also made great sacrifices to protect the world.
But what about the orcs?
Not only are they invaders from another world who have committed numerous unforgivable crimes, but they are also minions controlled by the Burning Legion.
If we add the factor of cannibalism, the negative buffs can basically be considered fully stacked.
It is estimated that the only one who can compete with it is the mortal enemy of all life, the Scourge led by the Lich King.
But there's nothing I can do.
The orcs have now been forced into a corner and are facing a critical moment of life and death.
Only by giving up some unnecessary things in exchange for the right to survive can we barely hold on.
So between ideal and reality, Thrall chose the latter.
After a series of psychological struggles, he finally chose to abandon the moral bottom line he had always adhered to.
At this moment, the young chief's eyes were glowing with a terrifying red light, and he no longer had the aura that was incompatible with traditional orcs. Instead, he became more violent than most of his compatriots.
Even those who had opposed him in the past had to admit that he was worthy of the position of tribal chief.
Time flies and an hour goes by quickly.
Guided by the clues deliberately left by the orcs, the team led by Dai Lin quickly passed through the dense forest and entered a valley.
Anyone with a little military experience knew what it meant to venture into such a place, not to mention a commander with outstanding military achievements.
So as expected, he ordered to stop, picked up the telescope and looked around carefully.
Unfortunately, the light from the torch obviously couldn't reach too far, so in the end I could only see it in vain.
"Sir, do you want me to take a few people in to test it out first?"
The adjutant stepped forward at this critical moment and took the initiative to take on an extremely dangerous task.
But before Dai Lin could answer, a spear suddenly flew over from somewhere without warning and pierced into the former's body with a puff.
The sharp metal tip not only pierced through the chest, but also nailed the entire person to the ground.
Blood gushed out of the wound, and it was obvious that the heart was completely shattered.
"No!!!!!!!! Pastor! Pastor, come here quickly! He needs rescue!"
Dai Lin rushed over like crazy and tried to stop the bleeding wound with his hands.
Unfortunately, before the priest in the team could get close, more javelins were thrown at him one after another from somewhere unknown.
The poor priest had not run ten meters when he was hit by a javelin and fell face up on the ground, dead.
There were at least twenty or thirty other people with him.
"Enemy attack! We are under attack! Scatter and find cover!"
A captain finally reacted and shouted loudly to his companions around him.
Unfortunately, it is obviously too late.
Hundreds of tall and strong orc warriors rushed out from the darkness, rushed into the crowd at lightning speed and killed people indiscriminately.
In just one encounter, more than forty people were chopped to the ground.
The former's advantages in strength and physique are fully demonstrated.
Usually, they would form arrays and use muskets and artillery to kill enemies from a long distance.
But the current situation was a surprise attack, and many people were beheaded by sharp blades before they even had time to draw their muskets, not to mention being lined up and shot.
Seeing these subordinates who had followed him for many years dying one after another, Dai Lin went completely crazy. He pulled out a special revolver, pointed it at the head of a blood orc and pulled the trigger.
Bang! As the gunpowder was ignited, an orange-red flame flashed across the sight of the people around, and then the target's head exploded like a watermelon falling to the ground, with blood, brain matter and skull shattered into pieces.
There is no doubt that this bullet was definitely not just an ordinary kinetic impact, but caused a secondary explosion at the moment of impact.
In other words, the super bullet in the magazine, which is several times larger than a thumb, is actually designed according to the structure of a high-explosive artillery shell.
It would be more accurate to call it a hand cannon rather than a pistol.
Any flesh and blood body has no resistance at all in front of this thing.
Unless a hit to the limbs may result in disability, a hit to any other part of the torso will inevitably end in death.
"Go to hell! Dirty green beast!"
The furious Dai Lin was undoubtedly a very terrifying warrior. He first blocked the attack of another blood orc with his scimitar, and then put his other hand holding the gun directly on the opponent's jaw, and pulled the trigger again with a grin.
Not surprisingly, this unlucky guy followed in the same footsteps as the former and his head exploded on the spot.
In just a few seconds, seven or eight blood orcs fell at the feet of the Kul Tiras naval commander.
Most of them died instantly from having their heads smashed by pistols or from having their hearts burst, and only one had his head chopped off by a machete.
Obviously, even the blood orcs with strong recovery abilities could not escape such wounds that could kill them all in one blow.
Seeing how brave their leader was, the rest of the humans began to use gunpowder weapons including guns and grenades in close combat, regardless of the possibility of accidentally injuring friendly forces.
Especially those guys who have a blood feud with the orcs, they will even pull the fuse of the bomb before they die, pounce on an enemy and hug him refusing to let go until the bomb makes a loud bang and blows both of them into pieces.
The tragic scene shocked and astonished even the orcs, who were always fearless and unafraid of death.
Because in their inherent impression, once the formation of human soldiers is disrupted by their close combat, they usually will not be able to hold on for long and will collapse.
But these guys in front of me are completely the opposite.
After experiencing the chaos of the initial surprise attack, they not only did not collapse, but fought more and more courageously, and were determined to take someone with them to be buried with them before they died.
The naked hatred in their eyes before they died made many orc warriors who claimed to be fearless feel frightened for the first time.
It was not ordinary hostility or hatred at all, but a madness that wanted to exterminate the entire race of orcs, no matter how great the cost.
They didn't understand or comprehend why these humans still pursued them relentlessly even though they had left the eastern continent and settled in the primitive and desolate Kalimdor.
However, the power of will and hatred could not make up for the disadvantage in strength.
After suffering certain casualties, the orcs finally completed the annihilation of the human army.
Apart from a few seriously injured officers, Dai Lin was the only one who still had the strength to resist, but that was all.
Because the person he was facing was none other than Varok Saurfang.
It was obvious that the old and weak Daelin had no chance of defeating Saurfang, who was in his prime.
From the moment the latter joined the battle, he was always in a suppressed state.
“Surrender, human. You are a brave warrior, and we are willing to give you the minimum respect.” Saurfang stared at the panting old man in front of him and said.
But Dai Lin obviously didn't appreciate it, and he spat out a mouthful of blood in response: "Bah! Don't dream! I would rather die in battle than surrender to you filthy beasts!"
"Filthy beast?"
Saurfang subconsciously frowned after hearing this contemptuous and insulting name.
"That's right! You are like a cancer and a festering sore that has tainted this beautiful world. What I want to do is to completely destroy you and make sure there is no living orc left in Azeroth."
While saying this, Dai Lin completely released the anger and hatred that had been pent up in his heart for many years, and did not care about his own life or death at all.
The strong and twisted hatred that came at him was like a thorn that instantly pierced into Saurfang's heart.
As one of the few orcs who had truly reflected on his actions, he was undoubtedly very clear about what the tribe had done in the past and the widespread hatred that had arisen among humans after suffering huge casualties.
In his opinion, the best way to resolve this hatred is to stay away from humans and let time slowly heal everything.
Perhaps within a few generations the hatred of the past will gradually be forgotten, and reconciliation and coexistence will eventually be achieved.
This is also the reason why Saurfang is willing to support Thrall in crossing the Endless Sea.
But what he never expected was that someone, driven by hatred, would take huge risks and cross the sea to Kalimdor just to completely destroy all the orcs.
Apart from this, the other party has no other demands and does not care about any interests.
You must know that before participating in this operation, Saurfang and many orc warriors were also filled with anger and hatred in their hearts.
Because the Kul Tiran fleet killed a considerable number of civilians, women and children when it blocked the coastline and indiscriminately bombarded it.
He vowed to make the other party pay the price.
But now, when they realized that these humans were seeking revenge for what the orcs had done in the past, their anger and hatred quickly turned into deep shock.
Hatred is like a fateful cycle, constantly alternating between humans and orcs. Once it begins, it will never end.
After all, there are always some people who have lost too much and will go crazy, and will want to use all means to retaliate against the other party.
And those victims who have lost their relatives and friends in retaliation will also become more violent and retaliate again driven by hatred.
Just as Saurfang was standing there in a daze, not knowing what to say, he suddenly felt a big hand pressing on his shoulder from behind.
He turned around quickly and saw Sal with a heavy face.
"Great Chief..."
"I know what you are thinking, and I understand what this cycle of hatred means, but this is not what we should be thinking about now. We must first survive, and then we are qualified to talk about the future."
After that, Thrall walked straight to Daelin, holding the weapon tightly in his hand and asked: "Daelin Proudmoore, do you have any last words to say?"
“Hahahaha! Last words? That kind of thing doesn’t matter at all. Because I know it won’t be long before Jaina will avenge me. I’ll be waiting for you in another world!”
Dai Lin grinned and laughed wildly, his laughter full of madness and relief.
"Farewell, Daelin Proudmoore."
Thrall raised his weapon suddenly and executed the legendary naval commander cleanly and neatly. The whole process took less than 0.1 second, without any hesitation at all.
Looking at the body lying in a pool of blood, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh, and whispered in a voice that only he could hear: "I have made a choice to survive the current crisis.
What follows is the serious consequences of killing the Lord Commander of the Kul Tiras Navy.
Not only Jaina, but also the Alliance and night elf allies behind her.
This is much more terrible than a coastline blockade.
I really don’t know how long I can hold out in this gamble.”
"Captain, are you okay?"
Saurfang asked with concern.
Thrall smiled bitterly and shook his head. "Don't worry, I'm fine. I'm just a little unsure about the Alliance's reaction after Daelin's death. You know, our current situation is not very good. It can even be said to be quite bad."
"In that case, why don't you try to find some allies?
For example, the ogres who came to Azeroth with us from our homeland.
From what I've heard, they seem to be pretty widespread across Kalimdor.
If we can find a way to win over some of them, they should be able to become a very good fighting force.
Also, I think those greedy goblins are also targets that can be exploited.
As long as they can offer enough benefits, they won't care about camp or position.
Moreover, for us who cannot trade with other races, gold, silver, gems and the like are of no use at all."
Saurfang made several suggestions in one breath.
Contrary to most people's impression that he is just a powerful warrior and a charismatic army commander, he is actually one of the few orcs who relies on his brain to make a living.
As early as the invasion war, he drank the devil's blood and participated in the initial invasion war as a member of the old tribe. He won everyone's recognition because of his outstanding performance.
Later, as the chief's adjutant, he helped the tribal leaders to make plans and formulate various strategies and tactics.
Before Gul'dan launched his famous backstab, his battle plans could be said to have been undefeated.
"ally?"
Inspired, a glimmer of surprise flashed in Sal's eyes, and many ideas quickly popped up in his mind.
After all, the continent of Kalimdor is not home to just the night elves. There are also centaurs, quilboars, ogres, goblins, giants, trolls and other forces that can be won over and utilized.
If we can win them over to the tribe, then we won't have to worry about the shortage of troops.
What's more, he can also use the power of the blood orcs to transform the other side's top leaders and make them loyal to him forever.
Thinking of this, Sal felt as if he had suddenly opened the door to a new world, and his previous tension and anxiety were instantly swept away.
He had no idea that this was exactly the result Zuo Si expected to see.
Today, the Horde, which is left with only orcs and Darkspear trolls, is too weak to carry the banner of "villain".
But if we could bring in some other races, the situation would be different.
Especially the large and mighty Centaur, which are basically equivalent to a mobile Scourge in Kalimdor.
Basically, wherever they appear, it often means that the local native creatures will face a catastrophe.
Moreover, both orcs and centaurs belong to the typical nomadic tribal cultural circle, and the alliance between the two sides is a match made in heaven.
Just as Thrall was thinking about where to start first, Daelin's dead soul had been pulled through the portal by some force and arrived at the ninth level of Baator Hell.
Before he could figure out what was happening, he saw several of his men who had died in the battle among the endless crowd of people.
Based on the rule that people will always subconsciously want to find familiar people and objects in unfamiliar environments, Dai Lin immediately waved and shouted at the other party.
Unfortunately, this place is too noisy, and you can't hear what the other person is saying even if you are more than ten meters away.
So, Dai Lin left the queue and started running forward quickly.
But before he could run far, a little devil on patrol immediately dropped from the sky and shouted in a very harsh voice: "Hey! Newcomer! I don't care where you come from, but everyone here must abide by the rules. Now get back in line, otherwise don't blame me for being rude."
"You...what are you? And where is this place?"
After staring at the little monster with horns on its head, wings behind it, and a long pointed tail behind its butt for a long time, Dai Lin finally couldn't help but ask the question that concerned him most.
He remembered the process of his death very clearly, so he knew that he was currently in a soul state.
Moreover, since he had been staying on the ship for many years, he had never heard of the so-called "beautiful afterlife" promoted by the Church of the God of Contract, so he had no idea of ​​the situation.
"Ha! Another stupid and ignorant Prime guy!"
The little devil instantly showed a contemptuous expression, and then explained in an impatient tone: "Listen carefully, this is the ninth level of Baator Hell, the most prosperous, lively, and the place that can best satisfy all desires and enjoyment in the entire universe.
The great Lord Thoth is the rightful lord of this plane and the second most powerful figure in Hell after Asmodeus.
As for me, I'm a little devil responsible for maintaining order and preventing guys like you from running around without following the rules.
Well, that's the only answer I can give.
If you want to know more, wait until you get legal status and then go to the city to explore it yourself.”
"Lord of Hell? Isn't Soth the God of Contract?"
Dai Lin was completely stunned.
Because he had already seen countless terrifying monsters in front of him that looked like little devils and did not look like good people at all.
Especially the servant demon who is responsible for registering new souls. The tentacles on his lower body that look like petals are really creepy.
However, although these monsters look scary, they do not show any aggression. Instead, like the officials of Kul Tiras, they strictly follow certain procedures.
At most, I would show impatience sometimes.
"The God of Contract?"
The little devil was stunned for a moment, then showed a look of sudden enlightenment.
"Ah! You can understand this as one of Lord Soth's many titles.
After all, we devils are the most contract-abiding race in the universe.
It makes perfect sense for him to call himself the God of Contracts.
Okay, stop talking nonsense and get in line.
If you can get legal identification within two hours, you can enter the city and watch a performance by the Charming Sisters for free.
Believe me, anyone who sees it once will never forget the beautiful scene. "
At the end of his words, the little devil grinned with a very obscene and vulgar smile.
Dai Lin, who often hung out with the sailors on the ship, naturally understood the other party's hint immediately. The corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily, and he immediately turned back to the entrance and lined up again.
Although he was not very clear that he was obviously dead and should be in a soul state, when a beautiful woman without clothes appeared in his mind, he still had a very strong physiological reaction, as if he had suddenly returned to the age of 20 when he was attracting women everywhere and leaving behind romantic debts. But he still felt that this seemed pretty good.
At least the feeling is no different from when you are alive, and you can still enjoy fine wine, delicious food and women.
And this time, I no longer have any worries. I can indulge myself and feel the prosperity and hustle and bustle of the boundless and huge city in the distance.
To be honest, at this moment, Dai Lin was not sad about the death. Instead, she was full of expectations for her future life.
After all, there are no huge cyberpunk cities with such advanced technology in Azeroth, nor are there so many seeds and people of all kinds.
With endless anticipation, he finally got his legal identity certificate from the servant demon after waiting in a long line.
With this small card, you can get a small apartment of your own for free, enjoy six months of free food supply, and enter various entertainment venues without a ticket.
In short, you don't have to worry about making a living for a long time.
Dai Lin couldn't imagine how wealthy this city was to give such a great gift to all the souls who had just died and arrived here like himself.
Similarly, he was also grateful that he could convert to the faith of the God of Contract in the last moments of his life.
Otherwise, we might be facing a different situation now...
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