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 threatened 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.
最终部落内部积累的矛盾终于彻底爆发出来。
有人开始质疑萨尔的领导能力，还有人认为萨尔是造成眼下困境的罪魁祸首，应该把他交出去换取与联盟的停战。
最开始的时候，萨尔还能借助兽人种族的力量将反对声压制下去。
直到有一天，连他身边最信任的人之一——伊崔格都选择了背叛，与其他兽人一起联合吉安娜发动政变，将自己作为换取部落和兽人生存权的筹码交给了对方。
尽管在理性上，萨尔能够理解伊崔格之所以会做出这样的选择，是因为看不到任何赢得战争胜利的希望，所以必须牺牲他来换取兽人种族的未来。
但在感情方面，自己为种族的延续和发展殚精竭虑付出了那么多，可到头来却落得这样的下场，要说一点愤恨与怨念都没有肯定是不可能的。
尤其是当他被押赴刑场准备砍头的时候，台下那些兽人所发出的欢呼声、咒骂声和脸上解脱的表情，简直刺耳到了极点。
很显然，饥饿、疲惫、困顿和接二连三的失败，让这些原本嗜血好战的家伙对于战争感到了厌倦。
或者说包括兽人在内的所有智慧种族，之所以会喜欢发动战争究其根源还是能够从中获得好处。
有了正反馈，民众才会狂热的支持战争，士兵才会觉得自己战无不胜能够击败任何敌人。
可要是结果反过来获得的是负反馈，那么对战争的狂热迅速就会冷却下来，最终从好战变成厌战。
只可惜，萨尔明白这一点的时候已经太晚了。
眼下他只能跪在处刑台上，将脑袋放进凹槽内等待被锋利的斧头斩首。
至于逃跑……
不是他不想这样做，而是手脚都带着坚固的魔法镣铐，旁边还有一位强大的法师在盯着自己，压根不可能跑得了。
“你还有什么遗言吗？”
亲自来做刽子手的吉安娜扛着斧头径直走到近前询问道。
萨尔轻轻摇了摇头：“不，我没有任何遗言，你现在可以动手了。毕竟我当初杀了你的父亲。你现在杀死我也算是天经地义，没什么好抱怨的。”
“很好，那就让我来送你上路吧。”
说着，吉安娜高高举起了那柄锋利的斧头，然后用尽全身力气砍了下去。
下一秒……
噗！！！！！！
伴随着喷涌的鲜血，萨尔那硕大的绿色脑袋直接落到下来，无头的尸体也在抽搐两下之后彻底不动了。
至此，这位新部落的建立者终于彻底结束了自己从奴隶到角斗士、再到大酋长的传奇一生。
他的死亡既宣告了一个时代的结束，同样也预示着一个崭新时代的开始。
在这个时代的艾泽拉斯，将不会再有联盟与部落的激烈对抗，而是联盟完全一家独大的情况。
至于由残存兽人、暗矛巨魔、半人马、熊怪和食人魔组成的部落，只能在前者的监视下小心翼翼的生存。
亲手完成了替父报仇的壮举，吉安娜绷紧严肃的脸上终于变得放松下来，转过身对部落现如今的领袖伊崔格说道：“我们的交易完成了。
从现在开始，你们获得了在艾泽拉斯生存下去的权力。
不过请记住，如果有谁再敢与燃烧军团勾结或喝下恶魔之血，那我们之间的停战协议就会立刻作废。”
“请放心，我们已经受够了给恶魔当狗，绝不会再犯下类似的错误。”
伊崔格眼神中透露出一丝痛苦与悲哀直截了当给出保证。
因为他知道，部落已经经不起任何战争的摧残了，哪怕抛弃尊严跪在地上向敌人祈求宽恕也必须要休养生息。
否则伴随着人口的衰减，用不了多久便会走向灭亡。
“希望如此。”
一脸冰冷的吉安娜撂下这句话之后便直接带着人转身离开。
因为那种强烈的仇恨并未因为萨尔的死亡而消失，反而变得更加炽烈。
再留下来她怕自己忍不住会食言，下令让联军对整个艾萨拉进行扫荡，直接把这里的兽人赶尽杀绝一个不留。
目送这支由矮人、侏儒、人类和暗夜精灵组成的联军消失在远处的树林之中，伊崔格绷紧的神经终于放松了一点，迅速将目光投向那些充满迷茫的同胞。
他明白，真正的挑战从这一刻才真正开始。
自己既然背叛萨尔换取了这来之不易的和平，自然就要承担相应的责任带领兽人生存下去。
不过根本没有人知道，在萨尔被斩首的那一刻起，他的灵魂就已经被强大的力量吸进到了左思的身边。
眼下两人正漂浮在艾泽拉斯星球的外太空，居高临下注视着这颗孕育着最强星魂的美丽星球。
“你现在感觉如何？是不是有一种遭到最信任同胞背叛后的巨大痛苦与愤怒？”
左思率先开口打破了沉默。
萨尔微微叹了口气回应道：“是有那么一点。
但我能理解伊崔格这样做的理由。
在他眼中，兽人的生存高于一切。
而我这个大酋长则并非无可替代。
你在上次提出跟我玩以灵魂为赌注的游戏，是不是就预料到了这一天？”
左思轻笑着点了点头：“嗯，是的。
因为任何凡人种族对于痛苦、饥饿、失败和死亡的忍受能力都是有上限的。
即便是最嗜血、最好战的兽人也不例外。
这一点在前两次兽人战争中已经被证实过了。
不然你以为那些喝下恶魔之血的兽人突然失去战斗意志变得浑浑噩噩就只是恶魔之血失效的结果吗？
不！ 更多的是他们的精神和意志崩溃了。
同样的道理，你以为自己凭什么能够建立新部落？
因为恢复了传统和萨满教义的引导？ 又或者是那些可笑的荣耀？
答案显然都不是。
这些兽人之所以愿意追随你，是由于你在袭击收容所解放同胞的过程中赢得了一场又一场的胜利。
通过掠夺村庄和城镇的粮食填饱了他们饥肠辘辘的肚子。
所以当他们开始忍受饥饿的时候，当你再也无法带领他们赢得胜利只有失败和死亡的时候，就是你作为大酋长政治生命终结的时刻。
毕竟权力这种东西永远都是来自于下层，来自于究竟有多少人愿意信任和追随你。”
或许对于其他智力低下且没有接受过教育的兽人来说基本不太可能理解这番话，可接受过人类精英教育的萨尔却听懂了，一脸苦涩的感叹道：“是啊，你说的没错，从不断战败的那一刻起，我其实就失去了继续担任大酋长的资格。那么现在你打算用我的灵魂来做什么呢？”
“很简单。我要带你去另外一个世界，利用你出色的领导能力将这个世界的兽人带上另外一条道路。”
话音未落！
左思抬起手直接打了个响指，借助旅法师火花的力量直接传送回了费伦大陆。
透过下方震天的喊杀声，灵魂形态的萨尔看到了成群结队外形跟自己同胞差不多的兽人，正在不断冲击着一座巨大木质堡垒。
尽管里边的蛮族战士拼死抵抗，但还是抵挡不住宛如潮水般涌来的敌人，最终所有男性包括婴儿统统都被残忍的赶尽杀绝。
而女人则成为了他们发泄欲望和施暴的对象。
那血腥残忍的画面让接受过文明洗礼的萨尔感受到了强烈不适。
由于听说过旧部落在入侵艾泽拉斯时期都干过些什么，所以他一下子就产生了非常多的联想，同样也明白为什么无数的人类在提到兽人时会表现出如此扭曲的愤怒与仇恨。
左思显然察觉到了这位大酋长表情细微的变化，非常干脆的说道：“相信我，在你那些族人第一次跨过黑暗之门所做的事情，要比眼下正在发生的屠杀更加不堪入目。”
“以你所拥有的强大力量，杀光他们应该不是什么难事吧？”
萨尔沉默了良久之后终于开口试探性的问了一句。
“直接动手杀光他们？ 不，不，不，那可不是这个世界的游戏规则。
因为在这里，所有的种族都有一个属于自己的神明乃至神系。
在神明的庇佑下，想要通过屠杀来摧毁一个种族是非常非常困难的。
而且我要做的也不是单纯的杀光兽人，而是要从根源上断绝他们与兽人诸神的联系。
换句话说，就是将兽人的神完全驱逐出这个世界。”
左思没有任何隐瞒直截了当说出了自己的计划。
“断绝信仰？”
萨尔敏锐抓住了一个关键词。
“没错！”
左思抿起嘴角露出了玩味的笑容。
“你可以把自己在建立新部落时期的那些手段全部拿出来，用在这些兽人的身上。
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."