Psychic, this is a profession in the ancient tradition of the orcs.
They were first born hundreds of years ago, in the Shadowmoon clan in the world of Draenor, which was good at stargazing, divination, and predicting the future and destiny. The first generation of psychics served as a medium to communicate between the living and the dead, and performed rituals to worship their ancestors.
The important part appeared in the world of orcs.
In the period when the orcs still believed in nature as shamans, psychics were considered a mysterious phenomenon. They could summon their dead ancestors when the living encountered difficulties, and use their ancient wisdom to
Provide enlightenment and help to the living.
This was once a very important part of the original beliefs of the orcs.
But as the dark forces of the universe grew, they eroded the world of Draenor bit by bit with the help of the old chief Ner'zhul of the Shadowmoon clan and the traitor Gul'dan. After the final collapse of natural faith, the once noble psychic
The teachers were completely marginalized.
Compared with the warlocks trained by Gul'dan who are extremely aggressive, use shadow and corrosive power, and can summon demons to fight, the psychics do not play a big role on the battlefield, and in times of war,
, this kind of weakness is doomed to the decline of psychics.
However... after Orgrim killed the incompetent Chief Blackhand Blackhand and took over the orc tribe, the warchief who hated warlocks banned the existence of warlocks in the tribe, single-handedly raising the shadow of fear and death.
The council was hacked to pieces by orc warriors.
Later, the fact that half of the continent was captured also proved that even without warlocks, the warriors of the tribe could still achieve great victories again and again!
In this case, the warlock leader Gul'dan, who was begging for his life, had to rely on the power of the almost extinct orc psychic again. In order to show that he was "useful", he swore to the warchief that he
It will bring a powerful war weapon to the tribe.
Red Blackhand strode into the dark cave at the bottom of Grim Batol. Behind him, two sturdy orc warriors were carrying a rough wooden box.
When he stepped into the dark cave, Reid covered his nose in disgust. The dark air was filled with the stench of flesh and blood, the disgusting smell of decay, and some cold touches that made him very uncomfortable.
It's like...like there are some invisible ghost creatures in the air.
An old orc, all wrapped in a black hood, stepped forward. He was holding a strange lantern in his hand. The white light could only illuminate his feet and gave people an extremely strange feeling. He stood
In front of Red Blackhand, when he saw the orc, Red subconsciously took a small step back.
It's not that the battlefield warrior was frightened by an old orc, but the darkness and coldness wrapped around the old orc was like... like a moving corpse.
This weird feeling made Red very uncomfortable. He just wanted to leave this ghost place as quickly as possible. So, he waved his hand, and the two orc warriors behind him who also felt uncomfortable quickly took the wood in their hands.
The box was placed on the ground.
"This is the body you want!"
Red said loudly:
"The body of the High Elf Ranger is very well preserved. You maggots should be careful when handling it. We don't have too many on hand."
"hehe"
The old orc gave a strange chuckle:
"It doesn't matter, aren't you going to attack Quel'Thalas? Soon...soon we will have enough test materials...hehehehe"
Amid his scalp-numbing laughter, Red Blackhand simply didn't want to stay here for another second. He turned around and rushed out of the dark cave as if running away, as did the orc warriors who followed him.
This is definitely not a pleasant place.
"Snapped"
In the dead darkness, under the illumination of the cold lantern, the corpse-like old orc stretched out his hand and opened the wooden box. He lifted the lantern, placed it on the corpse in the wooden box, and examined it carefully.
"Oh, the fatal sword wound, the broken heart...what a brutal attack."
"Fortunately, the bone structure was not damaged...I can still hear a little bit of the unwilling wailing of the soul. What a pleasant sound."
"There is no rot, no deterioration, no swelling, and the muscle tissue is slightly loose, but it is not a big problem...Tsk, tsk, tsk, it is indeed an elf. It is indeed a magical creature."
After a while, the old orc, who looked like a coroner, stood up with satisfaction. In the darkness, he clapped his hands gently.
"Swish, swish, swish"
Several skeletons that were thrown in the corner like debris began to move strangely. There was no flesh and blood on these skeletons, but their skeletons were intact. However, under the control of the old orc, they seemed to have been injected with some kind of weirdness.
life is the same.
Under the old orc's order, these skeletons stepped forward, picked up the reassembled wooden box and the corpse, and followed the old orc into the deepest darkness.
Grim Batol was once a dwarven city. The dwarves often dug holes under the city in all directions. With good ventilation channels, these holes could actually be inhabited, but now they have been turned into testing grounds.
However, unlike the gloomy and dark caves, these places have been made very bright with the magic of psychics. They look no different from the laboratories of human mages, and there is no disgusting smell.
In fact, these psychics deliberately made the entrance to the cave spooky to avoid unnecessary trouble.
Seriously speaking, these old psychics are actually the group of tribal orcs who pay the most attention to personal hygiene and have a research spirit. And unlike other green-skinned orcs, they all have brown skin.
This means that they are not contaminated by evil energy and are pure-blooded orcs.
The old orc walked into it, reached out and took off his hood, clapped his hands, and attracted the attention of the other busy psychics.
"Okay, friends, the new material has arrived... let's continue working!"
Since the inheritance has long been cut off in orc society, these old orcs are the last psychics of the orcs. Under the orders of the insidious and vicious warlock leader Gul'dan, they followed his arrogant and bold ideas to create a new world for the orcs.
The tribe crafts new weapons of war.
The warlock leader planned to integrate the souls of the dead into new bodies and use this method to resurrect the souls of the dead in battle. This plan made Warchief Orgrim very resistant. When he was young, he was also a believer in the natural faith and had some acceptance.
No such behavior of playing with the dead.
But facing the seven human kingdoms that unite all, the power of the orcs is somewhat weak. Moreover, after banning warlock spells, the orcs are obviously at a disadvantage when facing human spellcasters. Orgrim desperately needs a method that can effectively contain them.
The caster's weapon, so after repeated thoughts, he agreed with Gul'dan's evil idea.
But Orgrim did not allow Gul'dan to desecrate the remains of the orcs who died in the battle, or even use the remains of the stupid ogres who followed the tribe. Under necessity, Gul'dan had to find another way.
"Buzz"
In the movements of the five orc psychics, accompanied by the ancient chanting that was full of primitive tribal style and sounded like a war song, the washed and cleaned body of the Elf Ranger slowly floated up.
This is a purple, obscure and mysterious magic circle.
After it was activated, wisps of purple light floated above the magic circle. They seemed to have some kind of intelligence, hovering over the suspended corpse.
The remnant soul hidden deep in the ranger's body was peeled off bit by bit, making the purple light on the magic circle shine brighter, and was finally absorbed into a pure black soul stone, which is the material used by warlocks to cast spells.
, after the warlock's magic was banned, it was instead used to store souls.
The once sacred ritual of summoning the ancestors of the orcs was finally used to conduct such vicious experiments in this war-torn era. This was the most painful thing for the once proud psychics, but Gul'dan did not
Unmerciful, if you don't do what he said, these five remaining old psychics will probably be sacrificed as the first batch of victims.
Which is more important, ancient tradition or life?
Of course it's life...
"Buzz"
The purple light shined for the last time, and the last trace of soul remaining in the corpse was completely extracted. As a result, the corpse with the wounds carefully sutured became the most perfect container, which could allow the orc warriors who died in battle to
Use it to resurrect again, in a cursed way.
However, an ambitious man like Gul'dan would not completely follow Orgrim's instructions. Although he wanted to resurrect the orc warriors, in fact, those who were thrown into these carefully selected corpses were all Gul'dan.
diehard...
It was called the Shadow Council, and even once ousted Chief Blackhand and Blackhand, the evil warlock organization that controlled the entire tribe. After Orgrim came to power, these power-seeking warlocks were slaughtered, but their evil souls,
But they were carefully collected by Gul'dan's suitors, and they came in handy at this moment.
The old orc psychic carefully took out another soul stone from a box, which was a purple crystal. The moment it came into contact with the magic, you could even hear the screams of the soul contained inside, and there was an illusory
Shadow, appears to be an orc female.
He placed the soul stone under the suspended corpse. In the chanting of other psychics, the crazy and evil soul bound in the soul stone was pulled out of the soul stone in reverse direction, and the soul that had just been collected was
The steps are similar, but this time, the soul is reversely injected into the prepared container.
As masters of studying souls and shadow magic during their lifetime, the warlocks of the Shadow Council have their own unique methods of preserving souls. Although their bodies have been killed by Orgrim, they are not damaged as long as they find a suitable body.
The soul can still quickly control this body.
So after the soul of the female orc warlock was injected into Tyrion's corpse, the corpse began to tremble strangely.
This means that the warlock is familiar with this body...
Five minutes later, Tyrion's corpse opened its eyes, but the pupils had turned an evil dark red.
"Snapped"
The corpse sat up from the magic circle. The resurrected orc sorceress saw the indecent thing about this body at a glance. She turned to look at the orc psychic behind her with some jerkiness and anger. In a hoarse voice, she spoke one by one.
I ordered it, as if I had just learned how to speak, and scolded:
"Your... eyes are blind! This is... a man's body!"
The old orc took a step back in fear, lowered his head humbly, and explained softly:
"Powerful ruler Ms. Dulag, the war is urgent, and the powerful and vivid body you requested is difficult to find. This is the body we can find among all the bodies. It is the most suitable for your identity and the most perfect body!
"
The old orc waved to his companion, and soon, a mirror was delivered to the furious female orc warlock. The latter controlled her inflexible fingers to put the mirror in front of her eyes, and saw Tyrion's iconic
, belonging to the high elf, with a handsome and somewhat feminine face, the female orc warlock's anger calmed down a bit.
No matter what race you are, no matter what profession you are in, people are always more tolerant of beautiful things.
"Danglang"
The mirror was thrown to the ground and shattered. Commander Dulag struggled to control the new body to stand up. It takes time for the synchronization and integration of the soul and the body, but for now, she is quite familiar with this body.
satisfy.
She took the clothes handed over by the old orc, put them on her body, and hummed:
"I don't want this body!"
She licked her lips evilly:
"When the Elf Kingdom is conquered, I want to change into the body of an Elf female mage. I will choose it myself! I think my respected mentor will not stop my little wish."
She controlled Tyrion's body and let out a series of sharp and weird laughter. As her control over the elf body became stronger and stronger, she subconsciously flipped her fingers and released a low-level shadow arrow.
Spells.
"Whoosh"
Corrosive dark energy shot out from the palm of her hand and hit the opposite wall imprecisely, corroding the stone into a small crater.
Commander Dulag closed her eyes and felt the transmission of magic power in this body. After a moment, she opened her eyes, with a look of satisfaction in her vicious eyes.
"Very good, you are indeed a magic elf. This body's ability to conduct magic is simply... ugh!"
The ruler's laughter was suddenly interrupted by a scream. Her new body convulsed and fell to the ground. The old orc psychic hurriedly reached out to help her, but the ruler grabbed her wrist tightly.
The tyrannical sorceress screamed:
"Ah! Ahhh! The pain...it's...hungry...there's something wrong with this body! Ahhh!"
The shrill screams were like the howls of ghosts in hell, but this kind of soul was obviously successfully infused, but it never appeared, leaving the five psychics in a hurry, not knowing how to save the former Shadow Council.
Genius warlock.
"Quick! Pull out her soul!"
The old orc shouted loudly, but before they could activate the soul-absorbing magic circle, Tyrion's body, which had just revived, once again calmed down in the extreme distortion.
The manic and out-of-control shadow power surged around his body, like a shriveled sponge thrown into the water. The destructive energy was quickly absorbed by the body.
A few minutes later, the old orc stretched out his trembling hand and opened Tyrion's closed eyes. The dark red eyes had returned to their original blue color.
