Tivanton, an important border town in the north of the Kingdom of Cormyr on the continent of Lun, has now completely broken away from the influence of the shadow plane and returned to the material world.
To be precise, ever since the ancient artifact was absorbed by Graya, the pitch-black darkness shrouding the area quickly dissipated, and most of the shadowy creatures were reduced to ashes under the bright and scorching sunlight.
Only a very small number of powerful creatures like Shadow Dragons, Shadow Kings, and high-level Shadows that can withstand the sunlight were able to successfully escape into houses or sewers and escape.
However, they did not last long before they were all captured by the returning Dark Prince.
In front of the purest power of darkness and nothingness that came from the birth of the crystal wall on the planet Toril, no matter how powerful the shadow creatures were, they could only remain silent and kneel on the ground to express their submission to the young new master, without the slightest will to resist.
After dealing with the most troublesome creatures from the shadow plane, the rest of the remnants of the Zhentarim and the City of Ghosts stationed in the city were no problem at all. They could just be killed all at once.
Those civilians who were lucky enough to survive naturally returned to their homes, and the army of the Kingdom of Cormyr that was suppressing the rebellion also officially moved in to guard against possible threats from the Anauroch Desert.
Since the entire Tivanton was sent into the air by the powerful force of the shadow magic web, becoming a floating city that only Graya could control, he set up a portal on the ground that connected to the shadow plane.
In this way, whether it is a civilian or a businessman, they can quickly enter and exit by traveling through the shadow plane for a few seconds.
If the enemy wanted to use this portal to launch an attack, the Dark Prince would only need a thought to make them completely lost in the shadow plane and torn to pieces alive by all kinds of terrifying shadow creatures.
Especially the spire that suddenly rises from the ground in the center of the city. It is completely shrouded in darkness both during the day and at night, and just looking at it can make people feel inexplicable fear.
This spire is the temporary residence that Graya built for himself, and it is also the ruling center of Tivanton.
After completing his conquest of the entire Kingdom of Cormyr, he did not immediately return to the capital, Suzal, to greet the flowers, applause, and triumphal ceremony his mother had prepared for him. Instead, he chose to stay and digest the power he had gained and learn how to use the magical abilities granted by the Planeswalker Spark.
What's more, Graya knew very well that after he killed a ghost prince, Terramante would definitely not let it go, and he must inflict an unbearable blow on the other side in the war.
Right now, he is preparing for the coming war.
"Your Highness, according to your instructions, we have secretly buried those things on the ground around the city."
The female officer knelt on one knee to report to the prince to whom she swore allegiance.
At this moment, she is no longer a simple human being, but is shrouded in darkness and shadows that cannot be described in words.
Anyone who had seen the half-living, half-shadow inhabitants of Ghost City would have no difficulty in telling that this woman had been transformed into a similar form under the influence of powerful magical forces.
But she has gone one step further than the ghost form and has become closely integrated with the shadow magic web of the goddess of the night, Shar.
That is to say, in addition to retaining her warrior abilities, she is also a natural spellcaster like a warlock.
Most importantly, this woman named Corinna has been made into the first follower card by the Dark Prince who became the Planeswalker, so her loyalty is unquestionable and she has no fear of death at all.
Graya nodded in satisfaction. "Very good. Keep your people on guard, because I can feel that the City of Ghosts will definitely choose to fight without declaration. By the way, haven't Elminster, Storm Silverhand and those Harp leaders left yet?"
"No.
They want to talk to you in person.
Elminster, in particular, clearly sensed the overwhelming dominance of the Shadow Magic Web in this area.
As the chosen one of the Goddess of Magic, this was obviously not the result he wanted to see.
Moreover, the open and secret struggles between Shade and Zhentil Keep, as well as the changes within the Kingdom of Cormyr, also seriously threaten the security of the valley.
Given Elminster's character, he will definitely want to test your attitude."
Corinna spoke out her own judgment all at once.
Different from the legendary one that is loved by everyone.
In fact, the great sage Elminster of Shadowdale is not very popular in many places, and the neighboring kingdom of Cormyr happens to be one of them.
In particular, the Battle Mage Organization, which was loyal to the royal family, sneered at the first chosen person of the Goddess of Magic.
In comparison, Lyra and Khelben of Waterdeep are more respected.
"snort!
Father had said that Elminster was nothing more than an old-fashioned, officious, and arrogant old fogey.
He always thought he was right and was helping the world maintain a certain balance.
But in fact, he has not even fulfilled his most important duty as a voter - promoting magic. He actually advocates using magic as little as possible all day long.
If all spellcasters become like this, then what is the point of learning and studying magic? The correct way to use magic should be like what my father did, so that as many people as possible can enjoy the convenience it brings. "
When saying this, the Dark Prince's tone was filled with naked and undisguised contempt.
To be precise, Elminster's absurd and decadent ideas would never be popular among young people.
Not to mention young people, even spellcasters with a little ambition and thirst for knowledge don't think highly of him.
Corinna nodded in agreement. "You're right. Elminster has lived too long, and his ways are no longer able to adapt to the current situation. But leaving him alone is not a solution."
But Graya curled his lips indifferently and said, "It doesn't matter, just leave it alone for now.
Anyway, I don't have time to waste on them now.
Also, remember to warn the Harpers' high-ranking officials that if they dare to plant spies in the city of Tivent, anyone involved will be killed.
Even Elminster and Storm Silverhand are no exception.
I am not a father, nor am I the chosen one of the Goddess of Magic, so I will not spoil them."
As these murderous words came out of his mouth, the Dark Prince slowly stood up from his chair, his whole body emitting a coldness that was enough to freeze everything, and a nothingness that swallowed everything.
The biggest difference between him and Zuo Si is that he is ruthless and doesn't talk much, and when he wants to kill someone, he will take action immediately in the next second.
Whether it is the Ghost Prince or the Great Sage of Shadow Valley, there is no essential difference.
"As you wish..."
Corinna lowered her head deeply and did not dare to look into her master's eyes that were like black holes.
Just as she stood up and prepared to leave, she suddenly heard Graya's voice from behind.
"Wait! I asked you to send someone to deliver a letter to the Undead Ovo, but there is no response yet?"
Corinna quickly turned around and responded, "No, the archmage has already responded, saying that he is ready to cooperate with you at any time to teach Telamante a memorable lesson."
Hearing this, the Dark Prince immediately understood the subtext the other party wanted to express. He pursed his lips and smiled and said, "In this case, let's set a small goal first, which is to kill at least two-thirds of the ghost princes in this war, so that the Ghost City will know who is the real dark master. Compared with me, their ridiculous shadow magic is nothing more than a clown's juggling."
Before he finished speaking!
In the pitch-black darkness on the top floor of the tower, thousands of dim gray flames suddenly appeared.
Graya raised his right hand, gathered all the flames into his palm and slowly formed the shape of a raven.
In the flames burning inside the raven's body, one could vaguely see the tormented soul of Lamolek Tanshul, which had been distorted beyond recognition.
…
At the same time, in the hall of Ghost City, far above the Shadow Sea, the super artificial lake in the Anaoc Desert.
The Supreme City Lord Telramant was sitting on his throne, staring at his deputy and sons with a livid face. After a long while, he spoke in a low voice, "Just now I have personally confirmed that Lamolek is dead, and even his soul has been imprisoned or destroyed. No divine magic or wish magic can revive him."
"What? How dare that guy! He's basically declaring war on us!"
After a brief moment of shock, Melegant let out an uncontrollable roar.
Because among all the ghost princes, he has the best relationship with Lamolek.
When he learned that the latter had been killed and not resurrected in the clone's body, he vaguely sensed that something was wrong.
But who would have thought that even his omnipotent father couldn't resurrect him.
The mixture of anger and fear had a huge impact on this guy.
After all, the strength of the Ghost City lies in the fact that the Ghost Prince and a group of high-level and even legendary wizards have openly or secretly prepared more than one means of resurrection for themselves.
This means that even if they encounter a powerful enemy and are accidentally killed, they can quickly revive and report the enemy's information and intelligence to the Supreme City Lord Telamante, and then summon more powerful mages to make plans to jointly strangle the enemy.
But now, someone can make all these resurrection methods ineffective, which will inevitably cause panic.
"Father, what are you still hesitating about? If they dared to kill Lamolek this time, they will dare to kill any one of us next time.
Whether it is to regain Lamolek's soul or to eliminate the hidden danger once and for all, we should immediately find a way to get rid of the Dark Prince Greya.
After all, he has shown enough hostility towards Ghost City and is an out-and-out enemy."
Matiq, the only twin among the Ghost Princes, stood up and expressed his attitude.
His twin brother, Vathik, also agreed, "Right. It's time to start a war to let everyone know the power of Netheril's last floating city. Isn't it just a newly born quasi-god? We can use that trump card to kill him."
Seeing that the ghost princes present all showed a common hatred for the enemy, Hajihona could not help but remind them: "Everyone, I understand that you are angry about Lamolek's death, but please don't forget that the Dark Prince Greya is the heir of the West Coast Empire Emperor Soth. The latter is the most difficult to deal with."
"So what? Is this your excuse for being a coward? We are the only heirs of the noble Netheril civilization! Moreover, we have the great goddess of the night, Shar, protecting us!"
Revalan seized upon the verbal errors of his political opponents and launched a barrage of ridicule and attacks.
Moreover, as a fanatical believer and elect, he firmly believed that the goddess he served was the most powerful in the entire country and no other god could compare with her.
"So you're saying that the great Shar will show up in the war to help us against Soth?"
Hajijona was obviously not intimidated by the oldest ghost prince. He ignored the malicious looks of other people at the scene and instead raised his questions very calmly.
The reason why he dared to do this was that all his current power and status came from the Supreme City Lord Telamante.
So as long as Telamante still trusts him, it doesn't matter if he offends all the ghost princes.
"How dare you presume to speculate on the Great Goddess' intentions? This is so disrespectful and blasphemous!"
Rivalan subconsciously grasped the weapon hanging at his waist, and his eyes revealed a strong murderous intent.
"No, of course not. I just want to analyze the consequences of failing to start a war from an objective and rational perspective." Hajehona retorted without giving in.
Seeing that the two were arguing to the point of fighting, Tailamante immediately scolded impatiently: "Enough! Can't you put aside your personal grudges and work together at this time?
I have made up my mind!
From this moment on, the Dark Prince Greya will be regarded as the greatest enemy of the City of Ghosts.
Whatever means are used, it must be eliminated.
Otherwise, how can we restore Netheril?"
“In that case, I suggest you take that thing out.
After all, when dealing with a powerful quasi-divine power, it is never too careful.
What's more, killing the Dark Prince Graya is most likely just the beginning of the war.
What will be most terrifying is facing Soth's crazy revenge next."
Hajehona stared at the box on the table next to the throne of the Supreme City Lord and gave his suggestion.
Telramante obviously knew what his deputy was pointing at, and he opened the sealed box directly.
moment!
A heart that looked like a mixture of muscle and mud appeared in everyone's sight.
It doesn't look big, but it is wrapped in dark divine power, and there is even a dagger of artifact quality stuck on it.
Just a slight touch will cause a large amount of foul-smelling black mud and mucus to flow out from inside.
What is even more incredible is that although it is just a single heart, it beats weakly once every thirty seconds.
"Borim's Swamp Heart..."
The ghost prince Coraribonas whispered the name of the artifact.
You don't need to ask to know that this thing is the trump card that Shar gave to Rivalan, and then Rivalan gave it to Telamante to deal with Zuo Si.
Perhaps one of the most famous wild gods in Faerun, Borem was murdered by the three mortal gods of death with a Zasman dagger, and the heart in front of him is his only remaining remnant.
It is precisely because of this that this matter is more or less mentioned in the scriptures of the Church of the Three Gods of Death, so many people know that there is such an ancient god.
But if you thought Prim was completely dead, you were wrong.
In fact, even the weakest of the divine creatures like the God of Wilderness are difficult to kill.
As long as the weapon stuck in the heart is pulled out, warm and turbid water will gush out of the hole above, turning the surrounding environment into a boiling mud lake.
After thirty days, Borem will be fully resurrected and can return to Toril on his own, regardless of which plane he is in.
So to some extent, this heart carries the essence of the power of the God of Wilderness.
Anyone holding it gains a slight god-like bonus, greatly improving armor class and saving throws.
Notice!
This is divine protection, not ordinary magic protection, and even divine attacks can be weakened.
The improvement in physical defense is basically equivalent to wearing an extra piece of solid armor.
In addition, it can give the wearer the ability to breathe freely and walk on swamps and muddy areas as if it were flat ground.
If a spellcaster or god made it into a weapon, it would definitely be a very powerful artifact.
However, it is easy to tell from the dark divine power emanating from the heart that the goddess of the night, Shar, must have made some unknown imaging or even transformation to it.
"Are you sure it's a good idea to release it at a time like this?"
Telamante asked in a not very sure tone.
"This is our only option."
Hajjona gave an affirmative answer without hesitation.
The next second...
Telamante then pulled out the sharp weapon that was stuck in it.
moment!
Black juice and thick smoke gushed out quickly, covering the entire hall.
The rapidly changing temperature of the environment proved that there was an astonishing amount of negative energy inside.
If it happened to an ordinary person, if they were infected with even the slightest bit of it, they would get a serious illness or even have their life energy sucked away, leading to death on the spot.
But the ghost princes present had already acquired ghost physiques, so they didn't need to hide at all. They just stood there and watched the rebirth process of the wild god Borem.
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 Ghost City and the Dark Prince Graya has officially begun.
…
On the other side, Zuo Si, who left the Marvel Universe, also came to the sky above the Kalimdor continent west of the planet Azeroth.
The reason why he appeared here was very simple, which was to take away the soul of the Horde Chieftain Thrall.
Following the death of Kul Tiras Admiral Daelin at the hands of the orcs, his daughter Jaina led the coalition forces in a fierce attack on Azshara.
Although under Thrall's operation, the tribe gained the participation of centaurs, ogres and bear monsters.
The two sides once fought back and forth for important strongholds at the border between Ashenvale and Azshara.
So the Queen of Lordaeron, Calia Menethil, mobilized 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, as well as powerful leaders such as Malfurion and Tyrande leading the team personally, the whole process was basically a crushing success.
Although the goblins, who value money more than anything else, tried their best to help the tribe hold out so as to earn more money from these high-quality customers, all resistance was futile in the face of overwhelming firepower.
After several decisive battles, the Centaurs, who suffered the heaviest losses, left behind more than 100,000 corpses, and the Furbolgs and Ogres lost more than half of their bodies. Only the casualties of the Orcs and Darkspear Trolls were still within controllable range.
Especially Jaina, who led a small number of elite troops to launch surprise attacks with the help of mass teleportation magic, made Thrall realize for the first time how a powerful wizard could easily control the situation of a battle.
As long as Jaina is willing, she can appear anywhere on the battlefield at any time to defeat the defenders at lightning speed and tear open a gap, or even go deep into the rear to burn granaries and destroy transportation supply routes.
This made the already insufficient food supply of the tribe even worse.
The army was unable to win the battle on the front line, and there were big problems with logistics and supply, so the soldiers couldn't even fill their stomachs.
In the end, the accumulated conflicts within the tribe finally broke out completely.
Some people began to question Thrall's leadership ability, while others believed that Thrall was the culprit for the current predicament and should be handed over in exchange for a ceasefire with the Alliance.
At the beginning, Thrall was able to suppress the opposition with the help of the power of the orc race.
Until one day, even one of the people he trusted most, Eitrigg, chose to betray him. Together with other orcs, he joined forces with Jaina to launch a coup and handed himself over to the other side as a bargaining chip in exchange for the survival of the tribe and the orcs.
Although rationally, Thrall could understand why Eitrigg made such a choice because he saw no hope of winning the war, so he had to be sacrificed in exchange for the future of the orc race.
But in terms of emotions, I have worked so hard for the continuation and development of my race, but in the end I ended up like this. It is definitely impossible to say that I don't have any resentment or resentment.
Especially when he was taken to the execution ground and was about to be beheaded, the cheers, curses and expressions of relief on the faces of the orcs in the audience were extremely harsh.
It was obvious that hunger, fatigue, hardship and successive failures had made these originally bloodthirsty and warmongering guys tired of war.
In other words, the reason why all intelligent races, including orcs, like to start wars is that they can gain benefits from it.
Only with positive feedback will the people fanatically support the war and the soldiers will feel that they are invincible and can defeat any enemy.
But if the result is negative feedback, the enthusiasm for war will quickly cool down and eventually turn from war-loving to war-weary.
Unfortunately, by the time Thrall realized this, it was already too late.
Now he could only kneel on the execution platform, put his head into the groove and wait to be beheaded by the sharp axe.
As for escaping...
It's not that he didn't want to do this, but his hands and feet were shackled with sturdy magic shackles, and there was a powerful wizard watching him next to him, so it was impossible for him to run away.
"Do you have any last words?"
Jaina, who was the executioner herself, walked up to him with an axe in her hand and asked.
Thrall shook his head gently: "No, I don't have any last words. You can do it now. After all, I killed your father. It is only natural for you to kill me now. There is nothing to complain about."
"Very good, then let me take you on your way."
As she spoke, Jaina raised the sharp axe high and chopped it down with all her strength.
The next second...
puff!!!!!!
Along with gushing blood, Thrall's huge green head fell down directly, and the headless corpse twitched twice and then became completely motionless.
At this point, the founder of the new tribe finally ended his legendary life from a slave to a gladiator and then to a great chief.
His death not only announced the end of an era, but also heralded the beginning of a new era.
In this era of Azeroth, there will no longer be a fierce confrontation between the Alliance and the Horde, but the Alliance will be the only dominant force.
As for the tribe composed of the remaining orcs, Darkspear trolls, centaurs, bear monsters and ogres, they can only survive cautiously under the surveillance of the former.
Having personally accomplished the feat of revenge for her father, Jaina's tense and serious face finally relaxed, and she turned to Eitrigg, the current leader of the tribe, and said, "Our deal is done.
From now on, you have the power to survive in Azeroth.
But remember, if anyone dares to collude with the Burning Legion or drink the blood of demons again, our truce will be immediately invalidated."
"Please rest assured that we have had enough of being dogs for the devil and will never make such a mistake again."
There was a hint of pain and sorrow in Eitrigg's eyes as he gave his assurance bluntly.
Because he knew that the tribe could no longer withstand the ravages of any war, and they had to recuperate, even if they had to abandon their dignity and kneel on the ground to beg for forgiveness from the enemy.
Otherwise, with the decline in population, it will not be long before it goes extinct.
"I hope so."
With a cold face, Jaina said this and turned away with her people.
Because that intense hatred did not disappear with Thrall's death, but became even more intense.
She was afraid that if she stayed any longer she would go back on her word, so she ordered the coalition forces to sweep through the entire Azshara and kill all the orcs here without leaving a single one alive.
Watching this coalition army composed of dwarves, gnomes, humans and night elves disappear into the woods in the distance, Eitrigg's tense nerves finally relaxed a little, and he quickly turned his gaze to his confused compatriots.
He understood that the real challenge began from this moment.
Since he betrayed Thrall in exchange for this hard-earned peace, he naturally has to shoulder the corresponding responsibility and lead the orcs to survive.
However, no one knew that from the moment Thrall was beheaded, his soul had been sucked into Zuo Si's side by a powerful force.
At present, the two of them are floating in the outer space of Azeroth, looking down at this beautiful planet that gives birth to the most powerful star soul.
"How do you feel now? Are you feeling great pain and anger after being betrayed by your most trusted compatriot?"
Zuo Si was the first to speak and break the silence.
Sal sighed slightly and responded, “A little bit.
But I can understand Eitrigg's reasons for doing this.
In his eyes, the survival of the orcs is above all else.
But I, the great chief, am not irreplaceable.
When you proposed to me last time to play the game of soul-betting, did you foresee this day?"
Zuo Si chuckled and nodded: “Well, yes.
Because any mortal race has a limit to its tolerance for pain, hunger, failure, and death.
Even the most bloodthirsty and warlike orcs are no exception.
This has been proven in the first two Orc Wars.
Otherwise, do you think that the orcs who drank the demon's blood suddenly lost their fighting will and became confused just because the demon's blood became ineffective?
No! It's more that their spirit and will are broken.
By the same token, why do you think you can establish a new tribe?
Because of the restoration of traditional and shamanic guidance? Or is it the ridiculous glory?
The answer is obviously neither.
The reason these orcs are willing to follow you is that you have won victory after victory in attacking the internment camps to liberate your compatriots.
Their hungry bellies were filled by plundering the food from villages and towns.
So when they begin to suffer from hunger, when you can no longer lead them to victory and only lead them to failure and death, that is the moment when your political life as a great chief ends.
After all, power always comes from the lower classes, from how many people are willing to trust and follow you."
Perhaps it was difficult for other orcs with low intelligence and no education to understand these words, but Thrall, who had received elite education from humans, understood them. He sighed bitterly, "Yes, you are right. From the moment I was defeated, I actually lost the qualification to continue to serve as the chief. So what are you going to do with my soul now?"
"It's simple. I will take you to another world and use your outstanding leadership skills to lead the orcs of this world onto another path."
Before he finished speaking!
Zuo Si raised his hand and snapped his fingers, using the power of the planeswalker spark to teleport directly back to the continent of Faerun.
Through the deafening shouts and cries below, Thrall in his spirit form saw groups of orcs, who looked similar to his own people, constantly attacking a huge wooden fortress.
Although the barbarian warriors inside fought desperately, they were unable to withstand the enemies that came like a tide, and eventually all the men, including babies, were brutally killed.
Women become the objects of their desires and violence.
The bloody and cruel scene made Thrall, who had been baptized by civilization, feel extremely uncomfortable.
Since he had heard about what the old tribe had done during the invasion of Azeroth, he suddenly had a lot of associations. He also understood why countless humans expressed such twisted anger and hatred when mentioning orcs.
Zuo Si obviously noticed the subtle change in the chief's expression and said very straightforwardly: "Believe me, what your people did when they first crossed the Dark Portal was even more disgusting than the massacre that is happening now."
"With the great power you possess, it shouldn't be difficult to kill them all, right?"
After a long silence, Sal finally asked tentatively.
"Just kill them all? No, no, no, that's not the rule of the game in this world.
Because here, every race has its own god or even pantheon.
Under the protection of God, it is extremely difficult to destroy a race through massacre.
What I want to do is not just to kill all the orcs, but to sever their connection with the orc gods from the root.
In other words, it means expelling the orc god from this world completely."
Zuo Si stated his plan directly without any concealment.
"Give up your faith?"
Sal keenly grasped a key word.
“That’s right!”
Zuo Si pursed his lips and revealed a playful smile.
“You can use all the methods you used when you established the new tribe on these orcs.
Whether it is to make them believe in nature and elements, or to concentrate their faith on themselves, the belief in the orc gods should be separated from the orc group.
As long as you can do this, not only can I set your soul free, but I can also support you in becoming a god and becoming the only faith of the orcs in this world.
They even compete with the Orc gods for dominance of the Orc race in the endless planes of the universe.
At that time, you can transform the savage orcs according to your own ideas and concepts and make them become what you want.
How about it, doesn't it sound interesting?"
"So the orc gods are your enemies?"
At this moment, Sal finally fully understood the other party's intentions and realized his own value.
"Congratulations on your guess.
The orc god of this world is my enemy and wanted to kill me when I was still a mortal.
Unfortunately, I happen to be a person who holds grudges, so naturally I have to find an opportunity to retaliate severely.
But compared to those boring revenges that simply create destruction and chaos by killing each other, it doesn't suit my personality.
So I decided to just dig up their roots!
Shake or even destroy the foundation of their faith! Take away their believers! Create an enemy that they fear! And you, dear Thrall, are the lucky one I have chosen..."
As the last word came out of his mouth, a chilling smile appeared on Zuo Si's face, and his eyes revealed a depth and evil that could not be described in words.
"I obviously don't have any choice but to accept it, do I?"
Thrall asked back, suppressing the intense fear that was rising in his heart.
"Yes, you have no choice. Because I have arranged everything for you, now it's time to let the gears of fate start turning."
After saying that, Zuo Si raised his hand and injected some unknown power directly into Thrall's soul. He then squeezed it into a sphere emitting a silver glow and threw it directly onto the ground littered with corpses.
Just a few seconds later, a young orc warrior who had already died in battle suddenly twitched, and then the horrific wound on his body began to heal rapidly.
About five minutes later, he opened his eyes again and climbed up tremblingly.
"You... aren't you dead?"
An old orc who was burying the corpses opened his mouth in shock.
"die?"
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 shook his head quickly: "I don't know. There are hundreds of tribes from all corners of the continent gathered here. Who knows your name and which tribe you belong to. But it doesn't matter. Anyway, all the chiefs are recruiting strong warriors now. Since you are already alive, just find a tribe to join."
"Really? That's great. In that case, I'll be called Sal from now on."
As the last word came out of his mouth, a bright and dazzling lightning suddenly fell from the sky with a bang.
The terrifying sound and horrifying power instantly tore the old orc who was carrying and burying the corpses into pieces along with his flesh and soul.
On his charred bones stood a war hammer surrounded by electric light.
Orgrim Doomhammer!
Thrall, who had just completed reincarnation, recognized at a glance the legendary weapon that had accompanied him for many years. Without saying a word, he walked forward, picked it up and put it on his shoulder, then turned and walked towards the orcs who were partying in the camp.
Due to their chaotic nature, the organizational structure within the Orc Tribe has always been very loose, and is accompanied by endless infighting and mutual annexation.
Especially in the current situation where hundreds of tribes are mixed together, basically no one knows each other.
So it was easy for Thrall to be accepted by an orc chieftain named Obould Manyarrows and officially join the latter's tribe.
He then proceeded to wreak havoc in the traditional orc wrestling entertainment, easily defeating challenger after challenger and demonstrating his strength and fighting skills to the fullest.
After all, compared with these barbarians who have never received any systematic training, he is an absolute champion gladiator.
"Is this the secret weapon used to fight against the Orc God?"
Just as Zuo Si was admiring Sal's performance with great interest, a voice with a handsome face and thin figure suddenly appeared beside him.
The visitor was none other than Corellon, the creator and guardian of the elven race.
Obviously, in order for a huge conspiracy like this against the entire orc race to be carried out unnoticed, the prerequisite is to interfere with and block the divine perception of Gruumsh and even the entire orc pantheon.
The best people to do this without raising suspicion are the elven gods of Avandor.
So Corellon is the most important ally in this plan.
"What do you think of him?"
Zuo Si asked without turning his head.
Corellon observed for a moment and replied, "This orc's soul is very special. To be exact, it is very, very special. I don't see any of the traditional orcs' chaos, brutality, barbarity, and bloodlust in him. Instead, he is full of calmness and wisdom. Most importantly, he seems to be very easily favored by elemental forces."
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