After leaving the tavern, Elminster strolled through the streets of the city at the easternmost end of the Rongma grassland, which controls the only passage between the Galena Mountains and Vasa, feeling the atmosphere and environment of ice and fire.
The reason why it is said to be a world of ice and fire is that, on the one hand, the day and night repairs and fighting on the city walls are intertwined with the prosperous business and various entertainments in the central area.
Although they are only a hundred meters apart, they are like two completely different worlds.
On the other hand, the mental state of the orcs here is also incredible. There is no tension or panic at all about being surrounded. Instead, they just do what they should do.
Many guys who had just come down from the front lines and were covered in blood could even sit in taverns and restaurants to eat and drink after taking a bath, while bragging to others around them about how many followers of Gruumsh they had killed that day. It was completely impossible to tell that they had been through a fierce battle.
Some orc shamans also organized propaganda activities in the city, causing more and more orcs to begin to worship Warchief Thrall as a god.
A fanatical emotion that cannot be described in words is spreading at an extremely fast speed and quickly transforming into the power of faith.
Through the silver fire bestowed by the goddess of magic, Elminster could even observe the divine light constantly flickering above the mansion where Thrall lived.
There is no doubt that this great chief is constantly shedding his mortal nature and moving steadily towards becoming a god.
And a similar situation occurred not only in the city of Ilinwuer, but also in the sky above Vasa, which was blocked by high mountains.
It goes without saying that the orcs, the elderly, the weak, the women, the children, and the army who withdrew from the Rongma Grassland have been secretly sent to the land that may be the most completely isolated from the outside world geographically in the continent of Faerun.
As long as they win this battle for survival, they can build a country and civilization of their own, completely break away from the influence of the chaos and evil of the orc gods and embark on a completely different path.
Elminster didn't know whether such an outcome would be a good thing or a bad thing for humans and other intelligent races.
After all, when the orcs break away from barbarism and ignorance and begin to embrace order and civilization, they will inevitably burst out with unprecedented enthusiasm and vitality, and make themselves stronger through settlement, trade, and construction.
When an orc kingdom or empire that has developed in all aspects and has no shortcomings stands at the northernmost end of the central continent, who can guarantee that it will not launch an invasion war against other surrounding countries and regions to obtain more land, wealth and human resources? Especially the neighboring country Damara, which had been severely beaten before, now has no power to resist at all.
These powerful and battle-hardened orc armies did not need to cross mountains or hills. They could simply follow the Pailauvir River that ran through the two countries to the east and with the help of the extensive water network, they could easily capture cities and even open up a route to the Falling Star Sea to the south.
If it's mixed up with the Zhentarim and Zhentil Keep, it would form a horrific evil alliance.
Perhaps for the time being it cannot pose any threat to a behemoth like the West Coast Empire, but there will definitely be no problem in beating and annexing other small countries and city-states around it.
The most important thing is that they will soon have a patron saint of their own.
Standing behind this patron saint is Zuo Si, who has been constantly stirring up trouble, launching wars, and planning all kinds of conspiracies and schemes since arriving in the continent of Faerun.
At least from Elminster's perspective, Zuo Si is the biggest, most terrifying and most troublesome source of trouble in the world.
But on the bright side, when the orcs are no longer barbaric but become more and more civilized, it may not be a bad thing for them to join the competition among different races and cultures.
At least after establishing a country, they will no longer plunder and destroy wantonly. They will also trade and promote exchanges with other city-states and countries. Even if they start a war, they will not easily massacre civilians.
After all, even if you think from a utilitarian point of view, living people are also a kind of wealth. If they are sold as slaves to Zhentil Keep or the Red Mages of Cyre, you can get a lot of money immediately.
So Elminster had quite complicated feelings about the rise of this group of orcs.
He was delighted that finally some orcs dared to stand up against the chaotic and evil rule of Gruumsh, but he was also worried that the other side would become a new threat after growing stronger.
With such contradictory and complicated feelings, the great sage of Shadow Valley finally arrived at the door of the mansion.
Before the orc warrior guarding the entrance could step forward to ask, the originally closed door slowly opened, and a male orc shaman who looked quite old walked out.
You have to know that as a race with an average lifespan of less than thirty years, it is usually difficult for orcs to live beyond forty years old.
Because of the brainwashing of Gruumsh's social Darwinism, the young and strong orcs are always secretly spying on the location of the older orcs.
If the latter shows a flaw or signs of weakness, they will immediately kill him and replace him, even a priest of the clergy is no exception.
Yes, you read that right.
In fact, Gruumsh, like the spider goddess Lolth, constantly encourages his followers to fight and kill each other, believing that this will select the strongest to lead the tribe and keep it strong forever.
Little do people know that in a developed and mature society, the elderly often play the role of inheritors of knowledge and experience, and will teach the young people what they have accumulated throughout their lives.
Therefore, this directly leads to the fact that any technology and knowledge that requires a certain amount of experience accumulation cannot be passed down well among the orcs.
Even if a few people learn it, they may die tragically in the next power change, eventually leading to the loss of the technology.
"Welcome, the Great Sage of Shadow Valley, the First Chosen of the Goddess of Magic, Lord Elminster."
The old orc shaman took the lead and saluted with one hand on his chest. His attitude did not have the contempt and hostility towards other races that ordinary orcs had.
"Who are you……"
Elminster obviously sensed the strong elemental power emanating from the other party and was somewhat unsure of his identity.
The old orc smiled and replied, "My name is Monaro. I used to be a priest, but now I have become a shaman who has embarked on the path of elements and souls. I am currently serving as an advisor to the Warchief Thrall. Please follow me. The Warchief has been waiting for you for a long time."
"Did he know I was coming?"
Elminster was visibly stunned.
"Yes. He has sensed your presence since the moment you entered the Rongma Grassland. You will understand this when you see him in person."
After saying this, Monaro smiled and turned around to lead the way.
Seeing this, the orc warriors guarding around lowered their heads and bowed to the old orc.
From this point alone, it is not difficult to see the prestige and high status he holds within this new regime.
Elminster obviously noticed this, but did not continue to ask questions. Instead, he followed him into the huge mansion that was converted from the town hall.
Along the way, he saw many boys and girls around ten years old sitting in an open space listening to a shaman imparting knowledge. He also noticed that human bureaucrats and scholars from the West Coast Empire were talking about how to build an administrative system from scratch, how to collect taxes, and how to help the ignorant lower-class civilians master farming, grazing, fishing, and various simple handicrafts.
There is no doubt that this kind of emphasis on knowledge and inheritance is something that can never be seen in other orc tribes.
Most importantly, Elminster felt Thrall's grand vision and ambition.
The other party is not simply trying to build a primitive feudal or slave state and belief base, but is building a national system with the ability to transform and evolve itself.
This is something that even most human countries cannot do.
You have to know that the biggest difference between having a national system and not having a national system lies in sustainability and stability.
Why was Kalinshan in such a mess, but instantly restored to its former glory the moment Shane VII returned?
Why did Halrua survive the devastating disaster at the end of Netheril and establish the most powerful wizard kingdom in Faerun? Why did Cyre remain relatively intact and never split up despite the fierce internal fighting among the red wizards? Why did Waterdeep rise again to become the most powerful force in the North after so many turmoils? The reason is that they have a complete operating system, a mature talent selection mechanism and a bureaucratic system.
A typical example in stark contrast is other city-states and countries on the continent of Faerun, which suddenly rise with the emergence of a strong man and suddenly decline with the death of the strong man.
Since the ruling structure is just a huge makeshift team and power is built around individuals or a very small number of families, once problems arise at the core or the fragile balance of power is broken, internal power struggles and even wars will immediately break out.
Therefore, just based on the fact that he established a national operating system, Elminster looked up to Thrall.
With great anticipation, he walked through several complex and winding paths, corridors and stairs, and finally came to a reception room on the third floor.
But as soon as he stepped over the threshold, Elminster quickly locked onto an old acquaintance.
The other party obviously noticed him as well.
"Why are you here?"
Elminster instantly showed strong vigilance.
Because that person was none other than the current leader of the Zhentarim and Zhentil Keep - Fuzor Chamberlain.
"Haha, why can't I be here? Don't forget, Rongma Grassland and the Moon Sea are adjacent to each other." The Moon Sea Tyrant asked with a sneer.
moment!
Elminster seemed to understand the other party's intention of appearing here. His originally tense nerves quickly relaxed, and he said sarcastically with a look of disdain: "It's not easy. It turns out that you are afraid sometimes."
"Afraid? No, I am just expressing my respect to Lord Saar and proposing some future cooperation intentions. After all, as neighbors, it is normal for us to exchange what we have and engage in trade, isn't it?"
Fuzzol Chamberlain made a convincing argument.
After all, with his personality, it would be impossible for him to admit that he was really a little scared.
Especially the war between gods that may break out at any time.
Regardless of the outcome, if the other party deliberately chooses to fight near Zhentil Castle, the entire city may be razed to the ground in an instant by the terrifying power of the gods.
Similar things have happened too many times on the continent of Faerun, with more than thirty times having detailed historical records.
Therefore, Fuzor Chamberlain must first find out what Sal is thinking. If possible, it would be best to stabilize the other party or even establish an alliance.
"Humph! Trade? I take it it's the slave trade?"
Elminster curled his lips in disdain.
As the founder of the Harper Alliance, he knew only too well how many captives were captured and how they were dealt with during Thrall's unification of the Rongma Steppe.
Although there was no bloody and cruel massacre, more than one-third were sold as slaves.
Among them, the red-robed wizards of Zhentil Keep and Cyre are the biggest buyers.
After all, whether it is a strong barbarian who is born a warrior, or a monster like orcs, gnolls, ogres, bear goblins, and earth elves who can form good combat effectiveness with a little training, they can all be quickly transformed into soldiers in his army.
Moreover, slaves did not need to be paid any salary, they just needed to be fed and given weapons and equipment. Even if they died in battle, they could be resurrected as undead and continue to serve their masters.
In this regard, both Zhentil Keep and the Red Robe Mages are absolute experts.
Especially after Sazastan fell out with other chiefs and a civil war broke out, both sides were desperately recruiting soldiers and digging graves in order to increase their own military strength, making use of both the living and the dead.
In some wars, there was even a strange sight of grandchildren, sons, fathers, grandfathers, great-grandfathers, great-great-grandfathers and other generations of the family, young and old, appearing on the battlefield together.
What a joke it is.
Elminster had been fighting against these evil guys all his life, and he obviously knew very well what kind of person this Moon Sea Tyrant was.
Fuzzol Chamberlain responded plausibly: "What's wrong with buying and selling slaves? I am saving their lives.
Otherwise, do you think these prisoners of war can survive when they are determined not to obey the leadership of Lord Saar and the entire Rongma grassland is short of food supplies? Don't be silly, they will slowly die of hunger and fatigue.
What's more, there are many areas in the continent of Faerun where slavery is practiced.
Even if I don't buy it, someone else will.
Especially the red-robed wizards of Cyre.
I'm sure you've heard the rumors.
Sazastan finally couldn't bear it anymore and started to take action against those chiefs who opposed him, and a war of unprecedented scale was about to break out.
How long do you think these slaves would survive this terrible civil war if they were sold to Cyre?"
It has to be said that, unlike other brainless villains, Fuzzol Chamberlain is the typical person who has maxed out his eloquence and ability to talk big.
In just a few words, he had silenced his old rival.
Because everything he said was true, without any falsehood.
Compared to the gloomy Cyre, the areas around the Moon Sea have indeed achieved a rare peace under the tyrannical rule of Zhentil Keep, and the treatment of slaves has also improved to a certain extent.
Just as Elminster opened his mouth to say something, Thrall finally stepped out and interrupted, "You two, I don't care about the grudges between you, nor am I interested in your so-called ideological disputes. I am a pragmatic person, so let's not talk about those empty and boring topics anymore, let's get straight to the point."
pragmatic?
Elminster and Fuzol Chamberlain looked at each other, grasping the key words instantly.
This sentence may not be strange coming from the mouth of a businessman, but it is really incongruous when it comes from the mouth of an orc leader who is about to be deified.
After all, in the continent of Faerun, almost nothing can be circumvented by the influence of the gods. That is why, with the overall level of productivity in the late Middle Ages, countless strange organizations that can only be found in modern society have developed, as well as extremely high moral standards that are completely inconsistent with reality.
If the law of historical development on Earth is that material determines the foundation and the economic foundation determines the superstructure, there are many times here when faith and spirit are more important than material.
People are willing to sacrifice their property and even their lives for their inner beliefs. They are also willing to give up everything they have and embark on an unknown journey full of dangers and hardships in pursuit of spiritual satisfaction.
So the word "pragmatic" should never come out of the mouth of a preparation god.
But Sar obviously didn't care about the looks the other people gave him, and continued to speak: "Fuzoel Chamberlain, I know you are worried that the previous friction will affect our previous relationship, or even lead to a war.
But I can assure you here that the orc kingdom I established will not launch any expansionist wars for at least a hundred years.
Therefore, you can rest assured and boldly invite merchants from all the city-states in the Moon Sea to do business with us.
We will ensure the safety of their lives and property.
In addition, I can give you some tax benefits.”
“Thank you so much.
I swear that once this war is over, I will immediately send a caravan to restore land trade links with the Rongma grassland.
Not only that!
I will also have them bring you food, seeds, and other necessities that you most urgently need.”
Fu Zuoer Chamberlain was obviously relieved, and he put one hand on his chest and bowed slightly.
This result is already quite good for him.
After all, if all military forces are used to defend against this suddenly rising neighbor, all other expansion plans will be ruined.
Thrall nodded slightly, then turned his gaze to the famous Great Sage of Shadow Valley and asked directly: "Could you please tell me who you are representing this time?
The Goddess of Magic and Her Church?
Or the Harper Alliance? Or the recently restored elven kingdom, Cormanthor?"
"I came here on behalf of Queen Sirinsi of Cormanthor to check the situation here and confirm what kind of person you are. But now, I think I have the answer."
Elminster stated his purpose with a smile.
Especially when seeing the calm, rational and wise eyes of the candidate god in front of him, he can basically be sure that his camp will inevitably tend towards order after being deified.
And it should not be lawful evil, but lawful neutral.
Under the influence of such a god, this new group of orcs will inevitably turn from barbarism to civilization. At the same time, they will be busy fighting for believers within the orc race for a long time and will not have the extra energy to launch expansion wars and create unnecessary enemies for themselves.
"So... I passed?"
Sal pursed his lips into a smile.
Elminster also smiled and replied, “I don’t think I’m qualified to evaluate a candidate god.
To be honest, I had heard a lot of rumors about you before I came here.
But only after seeing it with your own eyes can you understand why everyone says you are special and not like a traditional orc at all.
If I use transformation magic to transform myself into a human noble, no one will suspect anything.
Finally, I hope that under your leadership, these orcs can get rid of their past barbarism, ignorance and cruelty, and live in harmony with other intelligent races in Faerun. "
Hearing this, Sal couldn't help but reveal a hint of mockery, and responded meaningfully: "Haha, I can guarantee the first half of this sentence, but not the second half.
When the existing land and resources begin to become scarce, conflicts of interest with other forces are bound to break out.
当这种矛盾冲突积累到一定程度，百分之百会爆发战争。
想想精灵的皇冠战争，再看看人类崛起的这段历史，很容易便能分辨出战争是不可避免的。
在这方面我非常认同索斯的理念。
他曾经不止一次说过，战争和文明就像是一枚硬币的两面，既相互依存又相互促进。
所有的战争都因为矛盾而起，又因为矛盾本身或造成矛盾的人消失而结束。
像你和竖琴手同盟那种靠刺杀掀起战争一方的领导者来阻止战争的行为，根本无法从根源上解决问题。
只是单纯将矛盾暂时掩盖起来，然后让它变得越来越不可调和，直至再一次以更激烈的形式爆发。
最后甚至有可能演变成为不死不休的仇恨。
典型的例子就是北地无冬城和路斯坎之间延续了几十年的争斗。
你们这些自诩正义的一方和那些所谓的英雄粉碎了多少次奥术兄弟会的阴谋？
又得到了多少次掌声、欢呼与来自平民的感激？
可结果呢？
解决问题了吗？
答案显然是否定的。
你们根本没有解决任何问题，仅仅只是暂时性的挫败了奥数兄弟的计划。
用不了多久，等对方从失败中恢复过来之后又会掀起新一轮的攻击。
所以索斯才会说，一个民众把所有希望都寄托在英雄身上的社会是可悲的。
而且他用实际行动做了个示范，要如何才能一劳永逸的解决掉问题不再爆发战争，即彻底铲除奥术兄弟会和受到他们控制的海盗集团。
同样的道理，如果你们真心觉得散提尔堡和散塔林会是一个巨大的威胁，那就集结力量彻底的摧毁它。
用最迅速、最快捷、最高效的方法把所有成员一网打尽，连带他们的家族、后代、既得利益团体全部赶尽杀绝。
唯有如此才能避免陷入这种没完没了的相互拉锯、消耗。
因为这是必要之恶！
是为了避免战争让更多平民能够过上安稳生活的唯一手段。
要是连这点觉悟都没有，那就趁早放弃所有可笑的理念原地解散竖琴手同盟好了。
不要打着正义的幌子整天到处当个令人讨厌的搅屎棍。
毕竟纯粹的理想主义者是干不成任何事情的。
这也是为何我最开始就强调了务实两个字。”
伴随着最后一个字脱口而出，还没等一脸震惊的伊尔明斯特有所反应，站在旁边的傅佐尔·钱伯瑞便率先鼓掌并大声称赞道：“说得好！
竖琴手同盟就是一群自以为是的伪君子。
如果没有他们的干涉，那些被腐朽堕落贵族统治的土地早就已经在伟大暴政之神班恩的统治下重获新生。
唯有集权和强人政治才能真正让一个地区保持和平稳定。
也唯有强大的军队才能保护平民不受怪物和外敌的杀戮。
至于他们所需要付出的，不过仅仅只是服从罢了。”
毫无疑问，在面对这种思维逻辑缜密、言辞犀利、能摆出大量事实证据的指责，伊尔明斯特根本无言以对，甚至都懒得去反驳趁机大肆宣扬暴政之神班恩教义的月之海暴君。
因为与左思统治的繁荣西海岸帝国不同，傅佐尔·钱伯瑞的统治水平实在是差太多了，根本没有领悟到“暴君”和“暴政”背后真正的含义，仍旧停留在过去那种可以随心所欲、肆意妄为的状态中。
真正的暴君应该是让人又敬又畏，甚至是让无数人对其能力、功绩和个人魅力产生狂热的崇拜。
但傅佐尔·钱伯瑞只做到了让身边所有人都畏惧自己。
至于尊敬……
不好意思，以他现如今的履历和执政能力还远远达不到最低标准。
毕竟在月之海地区的民众眼中，这位月之海暴君在很长一段时间内都被曼松死死的压制住不得不屈居二号位置。
后来上位之后虽然也做出了一点成绩，但获利的基本都是贵族、军官、商人、教会等特权阶级，与平民压根没有一丁点关系。
再加上西海岸帝国不断提升的整体生活水平这个巨大的参照物就在那摆着，月之海周边地区的民众会对傅佐尔·钱伯瑞的统治感到满意才出鬼了呢。
“好吧，我明白你要表达的意思了。请放心，虽然精灵和兽人之间拥有很深的仇恨，但科曼索王国并不会对你建立的国家有任何敌意，完全可以正常的通商、交流。”
伊尔明斯特在沉默了良久之后终于代表自己的老师给出承诺。
因为站在精灵和精灵诸神的角度，萨尔领导的这支兽人非但不能算是仇敌，而且还应该是盟友。
毕竟不管是谁，只要敢找格乌什领导的兽人神系麻烦，他们一定会非常乐意的帮忙。
“谢谢，现在我终于可以放心了。”
萨尔礼貌的点了下头，随后眼睛里开始闪烁刺眼的金光，同时手中的毁灭之锤周围开始环绕土、火、风、水四大元素的力量。
那骇人的威势甚至撕裂了天空并降下一道光柱。
“大……大酋长！您这是要离开我们了吗？”
老萨满莫纳罗用颤抖的声音大声询问。
“没错，老朋友。
是时候让这场凡人的战争落下帷幕了。
不过别担心，我的离开只是暂时的，用不了多久便会回来继续领导你们完成原定的目标。
在此期间，麻烦你代我先行使最高权力，顺便照顾好我的几个子嗣。”
在说这番话的时候，萨尔的声音充满了无尽的威严，这段时间所凝聚的信仰之力以难以想象的速度灌入其中源源不断转化成为神力，神性的火花开始在他的灵魂中闪耀。
就连伊尔明斯特和傅佐尔·钱伯瑞两位强大神力的选民都不由自主的低下头向这位新神表达尊敬。
因为他们明白，伴随着神性火花的点燃，对方基本可以算是一位完整的神了。
至少作为晶壁系管理者的神上之神艾欧那边给过了。
否则在点燃神性火花的刹那就会熄灭。
现如今唯一的问题是究竟会获得哪些的神职。
毫无疑问，萨尔封神瞬间惊世骇俗的画面瞬间吸引了整个城市内所有人的注意。
无论是本地土著还是第四天灾的玩家，又或者城外那些格乌什的信徒，都下意识的停止了一切动作，抬起头注视着头顶天空的异象。
很快，本地土著就呼啦一下跪在地上一脸狂热兴奋的齐声高呼。
“伟大的萨尔！
您是元素的宠儿！ 是全新萨满之道的开创者！ 是带领兽人摆脱愚昧和混乱，走向秩序文明的领导者！ 更是我们所有人的守护神！
我们赞美您！ 崇拜您！ 愿意奉您为主献上虔诚的信仰！ 愿您化身成为天空中的星辰永远为我们指引正确的方向！”
……
不得不说，这种数以万计凡人聚集到一起祈祷的场面实在是太壮观了，而且那发自内心的誓言也与整个世界的某种规则产生了共鸣。
短短不到几分钟左右，一块看上去不起眼的石板就出现在了萨尔的头顶。
命运的石板？！
傅佐尔·钱伯瑞和伊尔明斯特瞬间认出了这个曾经被死亡三神密谋偷窃，直接导致动荡之年众神被打下凡间大事件的关键物品。
没人知道命运的石板究竟有什么作用。
但能被巴尔、米尔寇和班恩惦记上，而且还引出了神上之神艾欧，绝对不可能是什么普通的神器那么简单。
甚至在神明之间有传闻说它上边记载了所有神的名字和神职。
拿到之后只需要对这块石板进行改动就能直接让一个神陨落，亦或是从对方身上夺取自己想要的神职，成为整个晶壁系内能够与艾欧平起平坐的至上真神。
不过还有一种说法则认为，命运石板不过是一块盟誓的契约，代表着诸神之间的秩序与行使规则，避免出现大规模的动荡和混乱影响凡间。
一旦命运石板失窃或遭到破坏，那就意味着乱世的降临，神明之间会彼此杀戮、争夺神职，直至它再次被修复。
动荡之年众多神明的死亡就是最好的证明。
当然，以上这些都仅仅只是传闻。
真相除了神上之神艾欧外恐怕根本没人知道。
而且命运的石板只对托瑞尔星球所在晶壁的神有影响。
正当所有人都被命运石板的出现感到震惊和难以置信的时候，石板空白的地方突然开始闪烁着金光，随后萨尔的名字便被刻印了上去，紧跟着后边又连续刻录了一个符号和数个单词。
其中符号是一个被四大元素包裹着的灵魂、精魄图案，这明显是萨尔为自己设计的圣徽。
The words are "orc", "shaman", "home", "responsibility" and "protection".
Needless to say, each of these words represents a priesthood.
Especially the "Orcs", which directly broke Gruumsh's absolute monopoly on the orc racial beliefs.
When the recording was completed, the Stone of Destiny immediately turned into a stream of light and disappeared without a trace.
"Am I a god now?"
As Thrall felt the surging divine power in his body, the countless knowledge related to the priesthood in his brain, and the thousands of connections of faith, an incredible expression appeared on his face.
Perhaps it was because his mortal nature had not yet completely faded, or perhaps it was because of the joy brought by his soul finally gaining freedom after becoming a god...
In short, he subconsciously raised the Hammer of Destruction in his hand and injected his own divine power into it, instantly causing the clouds to roll and surge, creating a terrifying storm out of thin air.
Before the followers of Gruumsh outside the city could even react to what was happening, they were immediately engulfed by the strong wind, hail, thunder, and rain of fire that fell from the sky.
With just one strike, hundreds of thousands of orc warriors were wiped out, without even a single one surviving.
This is the terrifying crushing effect that can be caused when gods attack mortals directly.
But before Thrall could accept the cheers of his believers, a powerful gravitational force descended from the sky and pulled him into another completely unknown space.
Although he tried to break free, he failed in the end and could only allow gravity to pull him in.
In the blink of an eye, the newly born orc god appeared in a huge palace.
Although it was his first time here, Thrall quickly realized that this space was probably the legendary "Pole Star Tent" where the gods held meetings to discuss important issues, also known as the "Pantheon" by mortals.
And at this moment, the chair under your butt is your own seat.
"Welcome to join us, New God."
Tyr, the god of justice elected by the gods to be in charge of the work, stood up first and nodded to Thrall as a sign of friendship.
Immediately afterwards, the elven pantheon also applauded under the leadership of their main god Corellon. Soon after, the dwarven pantheon, halfling pantheon, gnome pantheon, Mulhorandi pantheon, Unther pantheon, the goddess of wealth Waukin, the goddess of natural cycles Talona, the goddess of magic Midnight, the god of knowledge Oghma, the god of tyranny Bane and other members of the anti-orc pantheon alliance led by Zuo Si also joined in.
In addition, the guardian god Heim and the newly resurrected ancient sun god Amaunator also expressed their welcome to the new god because of their similar camps and ideas.
In an instant, a huge momentum was created.
This undoubtedly made the members of the Orc Pantheon feel tremendous pressure.
Especially the main god Gruumsh, whose only eye was fixed on Thrall, and he wished he could attack immediately and tear into pieces this guy who dared to be his enemy.
But unfortunately, this is an absolutely safe place and no gods can use their extraordinary powers here.
So he had to be patient and wait until the meeting was over before taking any action.
So after a short stay, Geumsh directly chose to open a portal to return to his own country.
Upon seeing this, the other members of the Orc Pantheon also left after a brief hesitation.
This action undoubtedly made the gods attending the meeting realize that a war between gods was inevitable.
The God of War Tempus, who was not afraid of chaos, said bluntly: "Young new god, I think you should know what will happen next, right?"
"Of course, I'm ready."
Sal gave an affirmative answer without hesitation.
"So how do you plan to deal with this crisis? You know, this is a civil war among the orcs, and it's not convenient for outsiders to intervene."
Tempus had a smile of excitement and anticipation on his face.
"It's simple. Just beat Gruumsh until he admits defeat and dares not bother me again."
Thrall clenched the weapon in his hand, his eyes flashing with determination and unyielding spirit.
Just as Tempus was about to ask for more details, Corellon, the Lord of the Elf, suddenly interrupted and said, "Great Lord of War, if you are interested in this war, you might as well join the spectators like me. Because Soth once promised that he would show us something shocking."
"Oh? Really? That's really interesting."
Tempus seemed to sense something and slowly stood up from his chair, the power of war beginning to surge from head to toe.
Thrall bent down and bowed slightly to all the gods present: "Sorry, everyone, I'm afraid I have to leave you for a while."
“Go ahead. We are looking forward to your performance in this war. If you defeat or even kill Gruumsh, you will be the new main god of the orc pantheon and a member of the powerful divine forces in the future.”
"Kick Gruumsh's ass! We've long disliked this damned one-eyed bastard."
"Come on! We support you!"
Many gods who have grudges against the Orc pantheon expressed their positions without any reservation.
Seeing that he had received so much support, Thrall immediately smiled with confidence, then opened the portal and turned to leave.
The next second...
He appeared directly in the country where the orc gods lived, grinned and roared: "Gruumsh! Don't you want to kill me? Then come on!"
Boom!!!! A blood-red pillar of divine power descended from the sky, and then the hideous and ugly figure of the Orc God appeared.