As the sacrifices continue to be given, the portal becomes more and more stable, and it seems that the scenery of the world on the other side of the portal can be seen.
Thrall was dancing crazily in front of the altar, a dance with strange rhythms. Jaina had been obsessed with dancing for a while and was familiar with the dances of all races in Azeroth. Her dance partners ranged from short murlocs to dog-headed ones.
From humans to tall tauren and ogres, they include almost every race in Azeroth, but they don’t know what Thrall’s dance is.
"This is a sacrificial dance to worship the devil." Seeing Jaina's confusion, Thrall patiently explained:
"It has evolved into a traditional dance of the Warsong Clan. The Warsong Clan received more blood of Mannoroth than the other clans combined. They mixed the blood of Mannoroth with strong wine and drank it in front of the altar every time.
Dance to the devil in the hope of gaining strength."
"Experimental Subject No. 01 is easy to use against ordinary orcs, but the effect will be greatly reduced against the Warsong clan who often drink the blood of demons, let alone Grom Hellscream. I doubt he can be immune to the power of Experimental Subject No. 01.
I hope that the great master Mal'Ganis can help me. The great Dread Lord has been giving me guidance since a very early age, and he has never let me down."
The orcs are an extremely intelligent race, smarter than most races in Azeroth. They know how to use all external forces to help themselves.
After obtaining the Demon Soul, most people would send it back to the Dragon Clan, hoping to gain the Dragon Clan's friendship and the Orcs would think of controlling the Red Dragon Queen to serve them.
When faced with the terrifying demon, most people would think of escaping or destroying it, but the orcs could think of merging with it, not to mention the Focusing Iris, which only worked in the hands of the orcs.
They have no moral constraints. They only have victory and killing in front of them. Whether it is the power of demons or the abilities of ancient gods, as long as it is helpful to them, the orcs will want it all.
Jaina looked at Thrall blankly. She was not surprised by Thrall's cooperation with the devil. After understanding Thrall as a person, this was nothing at all. She was surprised by Thrall's mention of getting Mal'Ganis very early.
guidance,
Communicating with demons is not an easy task. It requires specific rituals and designated sacrifices. Generally, only warlocks and mages understand this knowledge.
"Great Savior, how do you understand the secret method of communicating with demons?"
Jaina asked politely and tentatively. She had not forgotten her right hand that was torn off by Thrall.
"I have very little experience in the field of magicians, and I am destined not to become a good warlock. It's just that when I was young, I lived in a place where I could communicate with demons at any time."
Sal opened his mouth and showed a sly smile:
"Not all orcs can be recognized by the Lord Guardian, and not all orcs can become saviors. This requires wisdom, courage, grasp of opportunities, and a little bit of luck. The great Mal'Ganis helped me a lot.
His profound wisdom has put me where I am today.”
Oh my God!
Jaina almost screamed.
As far as Jaina knows, there are only two places in Azeroth where you can communicate with demons at any time.
In Medivh's Karazhan and the Demon King's Kingdom of Dalaran, there are always some Dalaran mages who like to touch taboos.
The strange thing is that Jaina had heard about Thrall's undefeated reputation in the arena before Thrall escaped, and she had also witnessed Thrall's performance in the arena. After all, this was a...
It is a money-making tool that is very coveted by the nobles. It is impossible to understand it even if you don't understand it.
How could he appear in Karazhan or Dalaran at the same time?
Jaina simply couldn't imagine how absurd and uninhibited the history recorded by the Guardian was, and how much truth was hidden.
The portal gradually stabilizes, and you can see the scenery on the other side, a world covered in light green mist.
Sal was so excited that he couldn't control himself, as if he was drunk, he opened his arms and shouted: "
"Great Mal'Ganis, your humble servant Thrall asks for your interview. Let this world be redeemed by evil energy and flames, and let all creatures fall into mourning and pain. I am the great savior."
The light green mist broke, and Jaina could faintly see a tall figure with an evil face like a goat, with curved devil horns on his head. A pair of broken, bat-like wings on the back,
There was an evil breath in his mouth and nose, and there were dead souls wailing in a low voice, which were the sacrifices he had devoured.
"You called my name, little orc, haha, your growth makes me happy." Mal'Ganis rumbled, stepping across the portal with a foot like a sheep's hooves.
"A drop of orc blood can contaminate the food in the entire warehouse. What a powerful weapon. This country must have been filled with death. All orcs will be rewarded, become the vanguard of the Burning Legion, conquer Azeroth, and exterminate all
Living things, this world should be purified, and you, Thrall, will be the great savior."
"But whatever you ask for will be granted."
Mal'Ganis carefully stepped out of the portal. He had an extremely strong body, his arms were thick and powerful, and his legs were bent backwards. He was smiling and looking at his servants with satisfaction.
Thrall knelt down in front of the Lord of the Dreadlords, and the orcs behind him all prostrated on the ground. Jaina was stunned for a moment, and had no choice but to kneel on the ground and surrender to the great Dreadlord.
"Great master, humble servant beseeches you..."
"Wait." Malganis sniffed the smell in the air and showed a suspicious expression. Not far away, an undead emerged from the ground. Seeing the horrific ritual here, he was frightened and immediately emerged again.
Go back underground.
"This isn't right."
Mal'Ganis let out a shrill scream:
"The plague will only kill people, not become intelligent living dead. There must be other forces involved. Damn it, this is the power of the world of the dead. Why is this happening? What is Ner'zhul doing? Answer me, insignificant
of orcs.”
Thrall hesitated for a moment. It was not a good idea to lie in front of the notoriously cunning Dread Lord, so he had to tell the truth:
"Lord Ner'zhul was suppressed. An evil human mage entered the North, trapped him in an ice coffin, and stole his huge spiritual power. This is a blasphemy to Azeroth. He will destroy
Throw away our great and just cause."
Mal'Ganis snorted coldly, opened his sharp claws, and said fiercely: "A mage? It seems that the Lord Guardian has his own ideas, and he is not on our side."
"It's not the guardian Medivh, it's a mage named Kel'Thuzad." Thrall quickly corrected Mal'Ganis' misunderstanding.
"He gathered some evil humans, created the Cursed Sect, and added magic potion to the plague-infected food. The cauldron for boiling the potion was at the Plague Farm. We destroyed it several times, only to come back as soon as he left. Medivh
Instead of fighting several times, it seems to have been suppressed."
"Kel'Thuzad is a disgrace to Dalaran!" Jaina added at the side.
"He dares to hinder our just cause. He must not be allowed to live." Mal'Ganis said with a ferocious smile: "Then, how are you going to deal with the hypocritical savior Thrall?" (To be continued)