"Welcome back, Your Majesty."
At the Imperial Council in the Palace of Calinport, the political center of the West Coast Empire, Prime Minister Shaud Tarovin took the lead in standing up and bowing to the emperor sitting on the throne.
Although he was to some extent second only to the emperor and was even considered to be able to exercise the highest decision-making power on behalf of the emperor himself, he always maintained a humble style without any inflated attitude.
The reason is very simple.
This wise man who had taken the initiative to surrender to King Sean VII and assisted him in successfully restoring his country knew very well that he was not the master of power, but merely an agent.
There is only one true owner of power, and that is the emperor of the empire sitting on the throne - Zuo Si.
He has the power and position he has today only with explicit authorization.
But these things are like castles in the air without any foundation. What can be given can naturally be taken back.
The underlying logic behind it is also very simple.
It is not that one becomes a prime minister only after having power, but that one gains power only after becoming a prime minister.
The most obvious example is that the reason why Shaud Tarovin was able to command those important officials of the empire was entirely because he exercised power within the framework set by the emperor.
But once he tries to step out of the framework, all the important officials will unite to oppose him and even sideline him.
Not to mention the imperial guards who only obeyed the orders of the emperor himself and could not be commanded even by the empress.
Finally, considering the terrifying personal strength represented by Zuo Si's series of titles such as Lord of Hell, Planeswalker, and Quasi-Divine Power, only those who are tired of living would think that they can fight against him with just a little worldly power.
"Nothing major happened while I was away, right?"
Zuo Si glanced at these ministers whom he had promoted personally with a smile on his face. From head to toe, they gave people a very easy-going feeling, without any of the majesty and momentum of an emperor.
Because only mortal monarchs would rely on majesty, reputation, etiquette and other things to consolidate their status and power, but he no longer needed them.
Xiaode Tarovin responded without hesitation: "According to the latest news from the intelligence network, about a month ago, a chief of the red robe wizards was assassinated. The atmosphere in Cyre has suddenly become tense, and a full-scale civil war may break out at any time."
"Oh? Is it that Sazastan can't help himself and starts to take action?"
Zuo Si's eyes lit up slightly and he showed an interested expression.
After all, this is one of the most important parts of the historical process of the continent of Faerun.
It means that the Red Wizards have transformed from the original parliamentary system to a dictatorship.
In addition, it also means that the influence of Bane, the god of tyranny, in the material world has been greatly enhanced.
"Sorry, we don't know about this yet.
But what is certain is that after nominating a new successor, the other chiefs immediately returned to their own nests and began to form alliances in private.
At the same time, the governors of various provinces were secretly recruiting troops and accumulating strength.
Even the red-robed mages and their merchant groups and mercenaries operating within the empire have returned one after another."
Shaud Tarovin dumped out all the information he had.
Because he knew very well that the emperor he was loyal to had several unknown secret channels in addition to the empire's open intelligence network.
For example, there is the Zhentarim Society, the spy organization led by the demon elf assassin Fed and the elites of the original Shadow Thieves Guild, and the ubiquitous infiltration of the Arcane Mystics Society.
In addition, some businessmen in the West Coast Empire will also secretly undertake the function of collecting external information.
The most important thing is that Xiaode Tarovin knew that all the masters of the talismans had already been recruited by Zuo Si.
Therefore, Ragon, who was beside Sazastan at the moment, was fully capable of telling his master what happened inside the Red Robe Wizard.
"Besides that? Anything else interesting or noteworthy?"
Zuo Si tapped the armrest of the throne with his fingers and continued to ask.
"Then there is news from the Moon Sea. The orc tribe that has risen rapidly in the Rongma Grassland is expanding at a very fast speed. According to reports from merchants who have been there, the number of orcs that have gathered has reached more than 200,000."
As he said this, Shaud Tarovin raised his head and glanced cautiously at the emperor's reaction.
He obviously didn't know the plan against the orc gods, nor did he know that Thrall was just a pawn from the beginning to the end. All he knew was that this group of orcs was the only lucky one who had offended Zuo Si and was able to escape unscathed.
"Two hundred thousand? Are there so many orcs in Rongma Grassland?"
Zuo Si raised his eyebrows in surprise.
He originally thought that it would take at least a few years for Thrall to develop and pull some orcs out of barbarism and chaos, but now it seems that this process is much faster than expected.
After all, no matter what you do, the hardest part is always from zero to one.
Once the foundation is laid, all that remains is snowball-like expansion and development.
In addition, since every orc is a soldier, except for women and children, all other male members are qualified warriors.
A population of 200,000 can at least raise an army of 30,000 to 50,000.
This is already considered a very terrifying force in the continent of Faerun, where the scale of battles is relatively small.
As the overlord of the Moon Sea region, Zhentil Castle can only mobilize a professional army of about 5,000 to 8,000 people at a time.
Xiaode Tarovin explained with a serious expression: "There are indeed not so many orcs in the Rongma Grassland, but there are many small tribes with hundreds of people in the Land of Pain further north and on both sides of the Peravil River.
Likewise, the Galena Mountains have always been one of the areas where orcs are most active.
Therefore, as long as you have the strength, it is not difficult to gather 200,000 orcs in a short period of time.
The real difficulty is how to feed so many mouths and ensure that energetic and ambitious guys do not stand up to challenge the current chief.
In addition to orcs, the chief also recruited a large number of barbarians, nomads, goblins, ogres and other races.
Some even started calling him King or Khan.
You know, in the North, an orc chieftain with thousands or even tens of thousands of people can already be called a king."
"Interesting. So it must be very lively over there right now?"
Zuo Si raised the corners of his mouth slightly, as if he had already seen Fu Zuoer Chamberlain's anxious and furious look.
After all, the area around the Moon Sea has always been regarded as the "tyrant's" own backyard. Even after Bane's death, he did not succumb to Cyric's crazy suppression and coercion.
It is conceivable how uneasy it would be to discover that such a powerful force suddenly emerged in Rongma grassland.
And as a voter, this guy should be very clear about what Thrall's actions of clearing the orcs' faith in the gods mean.
"It's more than lively. It's simply a huge powder keg. It will explode immediately with just a little spark. It's hard to say whether Zhentil Castle can still maintain control over the area around the Moon Sea by then."
There was naked and undisguised gloating in Vera's tone.
As the controller of the empire's financial power, the biggest difference between her and Prime Minister Shaud Tarovin is that she is younger and more enterprising, and believes that the powerful West Coast Empire should not stop here.
Although Zuo Si made it clear again and again that he would not continue to expand his territory once he had taken the North.
But there are still some people who think that through a series of means, like supporting Cormyr and Sembia, they can establish vassal states that are politically and economically dependent on the empire, or even let the emperor himself "work hard" to have a few more princesses, and then send the offspring born to the throne.
By then, the empire will be able to bring the entire continent of Faerun under its control by relying on the connection established through blood ties.
But Vera obviously didn't know that the emperor's children were not easy to deal with.
At present, except for the Dark Prince Graya who is relatively obedient and sensible, the rest are more difficult to deal with than the other.
Especially after little Anne grew up from her childhood, not only did her personality become more and more unpredictable, but she also showed rebellious tendencies similar to those of ordinary teenagers.
If Vera's idea were really followed and all the countries and regions in the entire continent of Faerun were replaced by Zuo Si's descendants, there would only be one result - war.
These little creatures, who are born with quasi-divine powers, don't care about the life and death of mortals at all. Instead, they regard them as tools and consumables in their competition with other brothers and sisters.
Maybe in the end all the gods and even the god above all gods, Io, will intervene.
This is not what leftist thinking wants.
Seeing the ambition in the eyes of the woman who was the Minister of Finance and the next Prime Minister, Zuo Si smiled and warned: "Don't touch the Rongma Grassland, and don't try to control the area around the Moon Sea, because you are not qualified to participate in this game."
"Not qualified?!"
Vera suddenly grasped a key word.
After all, she is a genius with extremely high political sensitivity, and she can hear the implication behind this sentence, which is that "mortals are not qualified to participate."
Not only her, but also this group of important officials of the empire realized something in an instant. Some of them began to lower their heads in thought, while others exchanged glances with others.
But Zuo Si obviously did not intend to explain. Instead, he pretended to perform his duties as an emperor. He symbolically handled some decision-making affairs and then turned and left, leaving a group of important officials to discuss in private what exactly happened on the Rongma grassland meant and whether it would affect the recent hot trade activities in the region.
You have to know that during the process of Thrall's crazy expansion and development, whether it was steel and weapons and equipment, or daily necessities including food, basically all orders were placed directly to merchants in the West Coast Empire, and then they were directly airlifted by large airships.
As for why not buy locally...
On the one hand, with the support of the Empire's powerful magic industry, its products were cheaper and of better quality; on the other hand, the area surrounding the Moon Sea was controlled by Zhentil Castle, and when Fuzor Chamberlain realized the problem, he directly cut off land trade.
So this is why Vera, as the Chancellor of Finance, wants to intervene.
She didn't want to lose such a high-quality client who could also cause trouble for potential enemies.
Moreover, by integrating regional resources, Thrall now has a lot of funds that can be diverted.
Not only can the livestock, furs, dried meat, minerals, etc. that were originally produced in abundance in the Rongma grassland be used to pay off debts, but the captives who refused to surrender could also be packaged and sold to the slave traders in Sel, and then the necromancy magic services provided by the other party could be hired to transform a large number of dead bodies into low-level undead and send them to mines or engage in agricultural production.
This not only liberates a large number of young and middle-aged laborers and allows more of them to receive military training, but also continuously creates more wealth and achieves sustainable development.
Facts have proved that in the land of Faerun, which is full of magical power, any place can rise quickly as long as one is willing to abandon morality and kindness and pursue the ultimate interests.
In particular, the low-level necromancy that can turn corpses into "perpetual motion machines" allows the people of this world to skip the industrial revolution, electrical revolution, and information age and directly enter the "humanoid machine" age.
Because apart from their low IQ and inability to do overly complex tasks, skeletons and zombies are perfectly capable of all forms of physical labor, and can even fully replace large livestock that need to consume food to be fed.
Often, one only needs to spend a few hundred or even two thousand three gold coins to buy a mass-produced "control bracelet" newly developed by the West Coast Empire, which can easily control hundreds of low-level undead creatures with no intelligence to work around the clock.
This is much more useful than slaves, and does not require too much condemnation from public opinion or morality.
In some areas, uncorrupted corpses were worth more than living slaves.
After all, corpses awakened using necromancy can be used in countries that prohibit slavery, but slaves can only be bought and sold in countries that allow slavery.
In the extremely dangerous mining industry where collapse could occur at any time, there is no more cost-effective alternative than undead creatures, except for the goblins and werewolves that Zuo Si had created in his own wizard tower.
If they are maintained regularly in places with relatively abundant negative energy, some skeletons and zombies can even serve a family for hundreds or even thousands of years.
This is much better than feeding a group of slaves who need to eat, drink, defecate and urinate, and may even get sick.
If attacked by monsters, the undead creatures can be immediately pulled out and used as cannon fodder. There is no need to worry that they will run away or even betray out of fear like living soldiers. It is simply killing two birds with one stone.
Some unscropulous mine owners would even pack up the slaves they bought and take them directly to the red-robed wizards, paying them to help transform them into undead and then bring them back to their own mines.
Due to this inhumane and extreme cost-cutting competition, there are now no living people in the mines in many areas of the continent of Faerun.
To be precise, all mining areas that use living people to mine have been ruthlessly defeated by mining areas that use undead or more advanced machinery and magical technology, and they are not competitive at all in terms of output or price.
Another very traditional and ancient industry that has also been revived is tomb robbing.
However, this time, the tomb robbers' targets are no longer limited to the tombs of nobles with a large number of valuable burial objects. Instead, they are more inclined to take the route of taking large quantities and stealing the intact corpses of ordinary people and selling them on the black market.
Often dozens of corpses would be dug up in one night, and occasionally fights would break out between tomb-robbing gangs over ownership of a particular cemetery.
It has truly achieved the goal of “becoming bigger, stronger and creating greater glory”.
Although the church of the god of death, Kelemvor, hates this behavior of disturbing the sleep of the dead, it has been organizing people to crack down on it.
However, in the face of huge interests, the results are minimal.
Some regional lords simply collected the "death tax".
No matter what the cause of death, if the family wants to bury the person, they must pay a sum of money, otherwise they must hand over the body to the lord.
The lord will be responsible for cooperating with local wizards or red robe wizards.
It can be said that this thing has formed a huge and complete industrial chain and interest group, which cannot be stopped by just a few gods and churches.
What's more, there are as many gods who support the large-scale use of the undead as there are gods who oppose it.
Ultimately, it is the mortals living in the material world who have the final say.
Judging from the current situation, unless there is a large-scale outbreak of low-level undead creatures going out of control and killing people, this group of people who have tasted the sweetness will never give up the benefits they have obtained.
Of course, these changes in concepts are exactly what Zuo Si hoped to see.
At this moment, he had just completed a long-awaited reunion with his nominal wife and the Empress of the Empire, and was lying on the bed with his upper body naked, reading the intelligence just delivered by the "Viper" maids.
"What are you looking at?"
Aisha, who was exhausted from the excitement and pleasure, tried hard not to fall asleep, struggled to turn over and asked.
"Nothing much, just some detailed intelligence about Cell and the Moon Sea region."
Zuo Si answered nonchalantly.
"Is there going to be another war?"
Aisha waved to her personal maid standing not far away, who hurriedly came forward with a silver pot that was chilled by magic and poured a glass of slightly alcoholic iced fruit drink for her mistress. She did not feel nervous or shy at all because of seeing the naked bodies of the emperor and queen.
As the person with the highest status in "Viper", serving the emperor and the empress is her main job. According to the ancient tradition of Kalinshan, she has to join in to help entertain when necessary.
Such "small scenes" are nothing new.
After drinking two cups in one breath, Aisha finally replenished the large amount of water she had just lost. She smoothed her hair that was wet with sweat during the passionate collision, put down the empty cup and said without looking back: "Did you know that Annie came back?"
"Annie? When?"
Upon hearing his daughter's name, Zuo Si immediately put down the information in his hand, his face full of surprise.
He simply couldn't believe that the little thing that had been hiding from him all day had the courage to secretly come back to visit his mother.
"Just a few hours before you came back. And... and there was a younger boy with her, and she called him brother."
Although Aisha's tone was obviously hesitant, she still chose to say it.
Because she knew that her husband had many lovers outside, it was normal for little Annie to have half-brothers and sisters.
In fact, according to the traditional ideas of Kalinshan, the number of Zuo Si's lovers and offspring can even be described as pitifully small.
After all, in this country where nobles and wealthy businessmen having wives and concubines in the double digits is considered just the beginning, and having wives and concubines in the triple digits is barely acceptable, a family without more than 20 or 30 male heirs is considered "sparsely populated" and may even become extinct in a single disaster.
Especially when choosing a family heir, most Karins believe that they can make up for the lack of quality with quantity.
Only by having more children can we select the smartest, most courageous and most talented ones from among them to lead the family forward.
Some would even deliberately instigate competition among their offspring, forcing them to kill each other to determine the strongest.
Therefore, Aisha had been mentally prepared for this situation, and she was not opposed to it in her heart, as can be seen from the close relationship between her and Yalusel.
The long-standing concept of a large family has accustomed her to the idea that "happiness is shared with others rather than enjoyed alone", and maintaining the stability of internal relationships is more important than anything else.
"Hahahaha! She actually dared to come back to visit you after snatching away her newborn brother right in front of me? Not bad! Not bad! She really is worthy of being my daughter. She is really very courageous.
It seems that she really feels that she has grown strong enough."
Zuo Si immediately burst into laughter and clapped his hands while laughing.
The viper maid who was serving the mistress nearby was obviously frightened. She fell to her knees with a plop, shaking uncontrollably all over, with her forehead pressed against the ground, not daring to make any eye contact.
Needless to say, she obviously thought that the emperor's laughter was a sign of his impending wrath.
Even Aisha couldn't help but shudder. She looked carefully into her husband's eyes, and after a long while she whispered, "Are you angry?"
“Why should I be angry?
Just because little Annie took her newborn brother away? Or because she managed to escape from me? No, no, no, I'm not that mean, I'm really praising her.
You have to understand that when a child lives under the shadow of his parents since childhood, he will usually develop subconscious fear and obedience.
But little Annie is obviously not like that.
She was not really afraid of me, and believed that the reason I was able to educate and punish her in the past was entirely because I was stronger than she was.
As long as she becomes stronger than me or close to me in strength, she will naturally no longer need to obey my discipline.
Although this kind of rebellion is troublesome, it proves that she has the mentality and way of thinking of a strong person. "
Zuo Si explained with a pleased smile of an "old father" on his face.
As a parent who considers himself to be quite open-minded, he never asks his children to obey him. He even thinks that there is nothing wrong with being a little rebellious, but the prerequisite is that they must abide by certain bottom lines.
In particular, I completely let my daughter do whatever she wants. The main reason is that after two rounds of mental growth, she is no longer able to twist others into a knot just out of curiosity like she did when she was a baby.
And according to the report from the Dark Prince Graya, little Annie did not cause any major trouble in the Type-Moon world except for causing very small inflation by producing a large amount of currency.
"are you serious?"
Aisha opened her eyes wide, a little bit unable to believe what she heard.
Zuo Si nodded slightly. "Yes, I am serious. But considering that little Annie has been a little arrogant recently and even wants to wrestle with me, it is necessary to teach her a memorable lesson. Don't worry, I am an expert in this area."
"Do you need my cooperation?"
Aisha immediately showed an eager expression.
"No, just continue to play the role of a loving mother. Also, don't leave the palace unless you have something to do recently."
After saying this, Zuo Si seemed to suddenly realize something, and he suddenly stood up, put on his clothes, and walked straight to the balcony. He squinted his eyes and looked up at the sun that seemed to be flickering slightly in the sky.
The next second...
Boom!!!! A violent explosion that could not be described in words made the entire continent of Faerun and even the planet Toril witness the incredible and spectacular spectacle.
Suddenly, the star in the sky that symbolized Lathander, the Lord of the Dawn, streaked across the sky like a meteor, then crashed into the surface of the sun, causing a spectacular solar prominence phenomenon.
Before everyone could react to what was happening, a figure slowly walked out from the solar prominence.
In just a few seconds, the blurry figure gradually became clear.
He was a man with silver hair, a short silver beard, a slightly thin figure, and skin that always glowed with a soft golden glow.
In one hand he held a scepter that emitted dazzling light, and in the other he held a huge golden code. He wore a loose and flowing purple-black robe dotted with golden stars and silver moons.
"My name is Amaunator! I am the ancient god of the sun, the god of contracts, and the god of law. Anyone who believes in me and follows my teachings will be blessed."
Before he finished speaking!
This figure turned into a stream of light and became a star, and its position just replaced the previous Lord of Dawn.
There is no doubt that after two years of turmoil in various places in Faerun, the heretical sect of the Rising Sun, which was supported by Lathander, finally succeeded in pulling this ancient sun god back from the astral plane, but the price was that the Lord of the Morning Light himself was completely devoured.
"As expected of the Great Evil God Lathander, he always stirs up a big commotion. No wonder there are always conspirators claiming that he and Cyric are both lunatics with both good and evil sides, and their brains are a little abnormal."
Zuo Si complained with a slight twitch of his mouth.
After all, there are not many gods who have destroyed themselves by doing something big, and the Lord of Dawn is one of them.
This extraordinary operation shocked not only the mortals, but even the gods were bewildered and confused as to what was going on.
Only a very small number of gods who knew Amaunator and had a good relationship with him sent their congratulations at the first time, while the rest just watched silently.
As for the Rising Sun heretics who caused all this, they began to party like crazy, and believed that they had completed the mission given by the gods.
Little did they know that the god they believed in and served was now gone.
Of course, strictly speaking, such a replacement that perfectly covers the clergy, camps, and titles will not actually have any impact on mortals.
After all, when the Rising Sun heresy was spreading its message, it claimed that Lathander was the ancient sun god Amaunator, so there is a seamless connection in terms of faith.
The only problem is that Amaunator's alignment is actually Lawful Neutral rather than Lawful Good.
This means that his teachings and style of doing things are not as vigorous as those of Lathander, who represents the rising sun, and he also does not like the reckless impulse of young people.
But these have nothing to do with Zuo Si.
It can even be said that Amaunator's return is absolutely good news for him.
Not only is there one less troublesome potential enemy, but there is also one more ally to win over.
Because both sides have basically the same views on bureaucracy, contracts, laws, order, and sovereignty.
And as the sun god, he does not hate the undead as much as Lathander does.
It can be predicted that for a long time to come, the gods will be cautious about the return of the ancient sun god.
Because they were not sure whether the "big thing" that Losander suddenly did this time was hiding some huge danger.
You know, a lot of gods died the last time he caused the Dawn Disaster.
Just as Amaunator successfully attracted the attention of the entire continent of Faerun, a multi-party game was quietly unfolding on the Rongma Grassland far north of the Moon Sea.
"Captain, the latest news is that our advance team has successfully crossed the Galena Mountains and entered Vasa."
An orc scout walked in from outside the house and handed over a piece of paper covered with small words with both hands, his eyes full of respect and admiration.
"So fast? Didn't you encounter any resistance or trouble?"
As Sal asked, he took the paper and examined it carefully, and found that there was not only a detailed report but also a drawn and marked map.
Not only does it include the distribution of various ethnic tribes, but it also includes some regional topography that is not shown on the large map.
This undoubtedly provided an important reference for the subsequent conquest of this land as the rear base.
The scout grinned and replied, “Don’t worry.
No force in this land can stop our warriors.
What's more, Vasa had already exhausted its potential in the previous war and had almost no population.
In a few months at most, you will be crowned king there and establish the first orc nation in history."
"Don't be too happy too soon. This matter is not as simple as you think."
Sar was obviously not as optimistic as his men.
Because he had received elite human education since childhood, he was not an ordinary orc who lacked knowledge and insight. He understood how huge the external threats were facing everything he did.
Neither Zhentil Keep, the overlord of the Moonsea, nor people like the Harpers who claim to be just and kind, will allow the emergence of a well-organized orc nation that can be passed down.
Most importantly, the orc gods have not responded to this so far.
The feeling of having a sharp sword hanging over your head and not falling is really terrible.
"If anyone dares to stand in your way, I will chop off his head with this axe you gave me."
The scout drew the +2 sharp axe from his belt and swung it vigorously to show his loyalty to his chieftain.
Because in his opinion, the one who could conquer so many tribes and manage them in an orderly manner without any riots or starvation, was simply a natural king.
Moreover, Thrall's fighting power is also extremely amazing. No matter whether the opponent is a dragon, a giant, or some other terrible and ferocious monster, he will always lead the way and deal a devastating blow to the enemy.
You have to know that in a battle that may result in injury or death, shouting "Brothers, follow me" and "Brothers, come on" have completely different effects on morale.
When the soldiers saw that their commander was not afraid of death, they would naturally become brave and rush forward to fight.
But if the commander just stands behind and gives orders without moving forward at all, the soldiers will naturally consider whether it is worth their lives to fight for him.
Obviously, Sal is a typical example of the former.
Such charismatic leaders are most likely to be supported, respected and admired by their subordinates.
The most important reason why he was able to transform the concepts of so many orcs so quickly was not the means or ideas he spread, but rather that he led by example and made these orcs, who naturally worshipped the strong, believe that there was hope in following the chief.
If it were in the past, Thrall would definitely control and cool down this fanatical personality cult to a certain extent.
Because he understood that although personality cult would bring enormous prestige and power and enable drastic reforms, it was not conducive to the long-term development of a race.
But now, instead of pouring cold water on it, he secretly added fuel to the fire.
The reason for doing this is simpler, it is to prepare for the consolidation of faith and deification.
After a period of understanding, Thrall has basically understood that in this world full of gods, if he wants to free a certain race from the influence of the original pantheon, the best way is to become a god himself.
As for the possibility of being beaten up by the orc gods after being deified, he was not that worried.
Because the orc gods have provoked too many enemies.
He believed that with Zuo Si's intelligence, he would never miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
So there are two things that I have to solve. One is to build a country, and the other is to consolidate faith.
This is the relatively simplest way for mortals to become gods, and the one that requires the least amount of relevant professional knowledge.
As long as one establishes a country and leaves one's own bloodline to rule it, and then protects it through several crises and difficulties to gain the people's heartfelt faith and worship, in principle one can shed one's mortal identity and gain divinity.
As long as he obtains divinity, he can use these orc believers to tear apart the orc priesthood of Gruumsh, so that he can no longer monopolize the faith of the orc race.
As we all know, the reason why civilization can continue to expand and squeeze the living space of barbarians is that civilization has stronger organizational production capabilities, so even a slave society can defeat those primitive tribes.
Sal has personal experience in this regard.
Because during the period when the old Horde collapsed and the new Horde was established, the orcs that poured into Azeroth were basically pinned to the ground and beaten by the Alliance, completely lacking the bravery and ferocity they had when they destroyed Stormwind.
This situation occurs, on the one hand, because the demon blood in the body fades away, but more so because it is the result of the collapse of the tissue structure.
When the new tribe was re-established and began to actively rescue its compatriots in the shelter, the orcs' fighting power was quickly restored.
Therefore, as long as this orc kingdom is established, it will be like the crushing advantage that human civilization has over the barbarian tribes, constantly eroding the latter and eventually driving the orc gods out of this world.
Just as Thrall watched the scout leave and stood alone in front of the map pondering his next plan, a golden figure suddenly fell from the sky.
The invisible pressure suddenly made him feel breathless.
When the golden light gradually dissipated, the tall and thin figure of an elf was revealed inside.
"You are... Corellon, the Lord God of the Elf?!"
Thrall's expression changed slightly, and he obviously recognized one of the most powerful gods in the continent of Faerun.
"Hello, orc from another world.
To be honest, I've been secretly observing you for a while.
I have to say that Soth's vision is indeed good.
Not only do you retain some of the orcish characteristics, but you also perfectly integrate human thoughts and cognition.
If things continue like this, maybe we can lead the orcs to find a completely different path."
Corellon gave a very high evaluation with a faint smile on his face.
Because even among his people, there are rarely geniuses like Thrall who possess extremely high personal charisma and outstanding political skills.
In particular, the kind of system construction that does not blindly copy and paste but adapts to local conditions is definitely not something that ordinary people can do.
Hearing this, Thrall was obviously relieved. He smiled bitterly and asked, "You came all the way here just to praise and encourage me, didn't you?"
Corellon shook his head slightly: "No, I'm not that free.
In fact, I came here today to warn you.
Although Soth contacted many allies to interfere with the shielding of the orc gods' divine perception, they still discovered you, the alien, and your treasonous behavior.
Be careful, it may not be long before Gruumsh's Chosen come to you with their army.
A fierce battle is inevitable at that time.
And according to the rules of the game between the gods, many gods, including me, cannot intervene, so you can only rely on yourself to overcome the difficulties. "
"I'm exposed?"
Thrall's pupils suddenly dilated and his heart began to beat wildly.
Because he understood that the gods of this world were completely different from the powerful creatures in Azeroth who called themselves demigods of the wilderness. Even the weakest demigod possessed the power to destroy a planet and was definitely not something that mortals could easily defeat.
An unexpected event like Grom Hellscream killing the demigod Cenarius would never happen in the continent of Faerun.
"Yes, you and your tribe are exposed to the sight of the orc gods.
From what I know about Gruumsh, he would never tolerate such a provocation and would react at the fastest speed.
So you don't have much time left.
Finally, I hope you can get through this.
Otherwise, if it fails, Soth and I might consider another plan.
You know, he never mind using extreme measures when dealing with his enemies."
As the last word came out of his mouth, Corellon left a meaningful smile, and then the entire incarnation disappeared without a trace.
I'm afraid the outside world would never have thought that the god who hates orcs the most in the world would actually appear here out of nowhere and talk to an orc chief.
"Phew - well, it looks like the relaxing days are over, and what's coming is a violent storm."
Thrall let out a long breath, his eyes quickly became firm and sharp, he grabbed the warhammer on the table and raised it high above his head, feeling the powerful elemental power contained in it.
Since it has established a connection with the elemental plane, the power of this weapon has been upgraded. It is now a truly powerful artifact and also his most trusted comrade and partner.
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