In the orcs' understanding, death is not the end of everything. The souls of ancestors who are strong enough will accept the divine guidance and gather at the ancient holy land of Oshu.
Over the years, high-level shamans from various clans have often gone to Washugu to seek guidance from the spirits of their ancestors.
But in fact, this custom did not exist among the orcs from the beginning, but gradually formed after the Draenei's spaceship crashed in Nagrand.
Moreover, this phenomenon of gathering souls of ancestors is not as mysterious as the shamans say.
According to the draenei, after their spaceship Guinidal unfortunately crashed in Draenor, one of the Naruk Ulay on board was seriously injured and was unable to leave with the draenei.
In desperation, Prophet Velen could only leave K'urei, who was seriously injured and critically ill, in the spaceship, and led the surviving draenei to avoid the approaching natives and find an inaccessible place to settle.
The Naaru is the aggregation of holy light. Even when seriously injured, K'urei will still release the holy light unconsciously.
His injuries will become more serious as the unstoppable Holy Light overflows, until he runs out of Holy Light and turns from light to shadow, degenerating into the Dark Naaru.
The holy light emanating from K'urei unexpectedly attracted the souls of the orc ancestors in Nagrand who had not yet been led to the Shadow Realm.
More and more souls are pursuing the light of K'urei and spontaneously gathering in Oshugu. It has gradually become a holy place for orcs to worship and seek the wisdom of their ancestors.
Every time they go to Oshugu to meet the souls of their ancestors, the shamans of each orc clan will bring some pure elemental essence as a sacrifice to their ancestors.
These elemental essences delayed the deterioration of K'uredo's injuries, allowing K'uredo to persist for decades.
It wasn't until Gul'dan abandoned the orcs' original elemental beliefs and introduced evil energy into the orc tribe that the ancient holy land of Washu gradually declined.
Without the nourishment of elemental essence, K'urei's injuries became more and more serious day by day. The souls of the orc ancestors surrounding him were very distressed by this, but they were already souls and they were helpless.
The last time Sharlayan left Draenor, K'urei's situation was already very dangerous.
Velen gave the task of maintaining K'urei's state to Maraad, Nobundo and others who volunteered to stay in Draenor.
Under the strong pressure exerted by the Burning Legion, it is unclear whether the expeditionary force and the remaining draenei will have enough energy to take care of K'urei.
It's a bit far-fetched.
In Drek'Thar's perception, the world of the dead is Washugu, but this is obviously incorrect.
Woshugu only intercepted some of the souls that had not been summoned by the Shadow Realm, and the vast majority of orc souls would still flow into the Shadow Realm.
Durotan, who is still a baron in the Soul Selection Academy, is a clear example.
In Drek'Thar's view, Sarlayan's words were a bit garbled, which further aggravated his suspicion of this person.
"The world of the dead?" Drek'Thar grinned and sneered with unknown meaning: "How come I didn't know that Azeroth also has a holy land like Washugu?"
"Washugu?"
Sarlayan was stunned for a moment, and after a few seconds, he hammered his palm with a look of surprise.
"I see, do you think Washugu is the so-called world of the dead?"
"If by your standards..."
Sarlayan casually opened the passage to Zlos, the Blighted Realm, and the strange aura blowing out of the Blighted Realm, which was directly connected to the Shadow Realm, made Drektar's whole body tremble.
"I can create a so-called 'world of the dead' for you at this level."
Drek'Thar jumped up from the ground in surprise, and pointed the wooden staff in his hand at Sarlayan with caution.
"Who are you! Why do you want to stay with Go'ir and confuse him!"
Sarlayan rolled his eyes angrily: "Bewitched? Which of your eyes saw me bewitching him? You really meant well and thought it was a donkey's liver and lungs."
After closing the space passage leading to the Realm of Blight, Sarlayan patiently continued to explain: "The World of the Dead I am talking about is the final destination of all the dead in the material universe - the Shadow Realm."
"Woshugu? That thing is nothing like a beast. It just attracted some of the souls of the orcs with the power of holy light emanating from Naruk Ure. It is not even considered the sub-plane of death."
"Only you ignorant orcs will treat the draenei waste as treasure. Open your eyes and see the world as soon as possible. The Burning Legion across the galaxy will not give you much time to re-understand the world."
"The Burning Legion..."
Drek'Thar was furious at Sharlayan's relentless taunting, but his final mention of the Burning Legion extinguished all his anger.
A look of horror appeared on the old shaman's face unconsciously: "You mean... even if we escape Draenor, the Burning Legion is still staring at us?"
"Ha~ What else?"
Sarlayan said sarcastically: "You don't think everything will be fine if you escape to Azeroth, do you? No, no?"
[Hey, although I know that Xiao Sa is deliberately using provocation, I still think his tone is so mean.]
[I can no longer agree, my fists are already clenched.]
[A wave of sympathy for Drek'Thar, who has an overloaded pig brain.]
Sarlayan ignored the barrage's comments and continued to push Drek'Thar's luck into the corner step by step.
"I'm sorry to tell you that Azeroth has always been a thorn in the side of the Burning Legion."
"Your escape from Draenor will not escape the Burning Legion's attention. Instead, they will regard it as an obstacle to their conquest of Azeroth."
"I know that your orc civilization is not yet civilized, and your understanding of the world is still very basic. This is an inevitable process for the development of civilization."
"But I'm sorry, we don't have that much time now for you to continue to stay in your comfort zone and engage in primitive ancestor worship day after day."
"I'll tell you straight, Shaman Drek'Thar."
"What you orcs call the ancient holy land of Oshu is actually the draenei spaceship that crashed into Draenor."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "The reason why it attracts the souls of orcs is because a Naaru who is about to fall unconsciously exudes the power of holy light."
Sarlayan sneered and warned: "Togul'dan guides you to give up the shamanic and ancestral beliefs. The state of K'urei, who cannot be supplemented by elemental essence, is still deteriorating day by day, and may degenerate into a dark naaru at any time."
"Once the situation deteriorates to that extent, all of your ancestor souls will be used by the Dark Naaru as nourishment to repair injuries."
"The real world of the dead is the Shadow Realm that can accommodate all souls in the entire material universe. Durotan is struggling in one of the realms of the Shadow Realm. It was there that I met him by chance and got the treasure he wanted to give to Go'ir.
Wolf Soul Battle Ax."
Not only Drek'Thar, the old shaman whose worldview was shattered, Go'el was also very fascinated by the secret knowledge that expanded the worldview.
Hearing Sarlayan mention his name, Go'el came back to his senses and nodded hurriedly.
"Yes, there are words left by my father in the Wolf Soul Battle Axe. It is with the guidance of the map he left us that we can find the hermitage of the Frostwolf Clan."
Suddenly accepting a lot of important information that he had not been exposed to for the entire first half of his life, Drek'Thar's brain was really overloaded as the barrage joked.
"Huh~"
Shaking his head vigorously, Drek'Thar threw away the information that he could not absorb for the time being, and solemnly took the Wolf Soul Battle Ax from Go'ir's hand.
As a spellcaster and wise man among the orcs, Drek'Thar felt a certain will remaining in the weapon when he held the battle ax.
After using the power of the elements to activate the Wolf Soul Battle Ax, Drek'Thar also heard the message that Go'el had heard.
With his understanding of Durotan's wording habits and tone, Drek'Thar was certain that this message indeed came from Durotan himself.
"The Shadow Realm..."
Returning the Wolf Soul Battle Ax to Go'ir with a complex expression, Drek'Thar sighed faintly: "Is it true that our way of understanding the world is too narrow? I didn't expect that the ancient Holy Land of Washu was just... ugh
~”
Under Sarlayan's deafening warning, Drek'Thar seemed to have some doubts about life.
But in fact, he doesn't have to be so inferior. Not to mention the orcs, not many people in Azeroth know about the existence of the Shadow Realm.
If Sharlayan suddenly came to talk to kings like Terenas and Genn about the Shadow Realm, they would most likely regard him as a swindler.
Sarlayan crossed his arms on his chest and asked calmly: "So, what are you going to do after confirming Durotan's message?"
"Continue to pursue the hermit policy of the Frostwolf clan? Or actively join the world and prepare in advance for the crisis that will come sooner or later in the future?"