Leiden the Lost was completely shocked, and his huge body trembled slightly with excitement.
"Haha, I knew there was still hope. I am very interested in Wrathion the Descendant. I hope he is not a minion sent by the Void. It is best that he comes from an unknown new world. Very good. I will fulfill the deal now."
Layden's expression became extremely serious:
"The flesh and blood of the orcs can prevent the curse of flesh and blood. It is indeed a good medicine for you mogu people. You don't have to worry about the conspiracy of the moon god Elune. Let me tell you the truth, Elune hates the orcs so much that she wishes they all died."
Xion thought about this sentence silently, while Lao Xianglong showed a confused expression:
"Dear Guardian, please allow me to interject that the orcs enjoy special privileges in Azeroth. They can eat other races at will. We pandaren are the food of the orcs. If we resist, we will be called world destroyers and be cut off. Ai
Sooner or later, the creatures of Xerath will be eaten up by the orcs. In the final analysis, this is all because of the preference of the moon god Elune."
Leiden ignored Lao Xianglong and just said to Xion:
"This involves one of the biggest secrets of the universe. There are too many things that I cannot reveal. I overheard the Titans discussing the moon god Elune. Because of this, I want to escape from this prison more than the other Titan guardians.
There is no hope for the future of this world."
Xion saluted respectfully: "Thank you, respected guardian, I will help you bring Wrathion back. I hope the guardian can agree to the request of the God of Thunder many years ago."
Raiden pondered for a moment: "If I leave this world, all the Titan heritage will of course belong to the Mogu family, so you can rest assured. But don't underestimate any descendant. Use the flesh and blood of the orcs to resurrect Thor immediately. Only he has hope.
Defeat Wrathion."
Theon saluted Raiden again, and used his sharp sword to open a rift in space just like when he came, and took the Lao Xianglong back to the Mogu'shan Palace.
Without the sense of oppression brought by Leiden, Lao Xianglong felt much more relaxed, started talking more, and asked curiously:
"Why did Titan Guardian Raiden flee Azeroth? Is Azeroth in danger?"
Xion said calmly: "Don't worry, this has nothing to do with you or me."
Lao Xianglong didn't understand and asked anxiously: "If Azeroth is destroyed, wouldn't we all die? Why does it have nothing to do with us?"
Xion snorted coldly: "Pandaren's lifespan does not exceed a hundred years, so why should things happen a hundred years later? You can rest assured that Azeroth will not be destroyed within a hundred years."
Lao Xianglong scratched his head and asked again: "You Mogu people have longer lifespans than us, don't you need to think longer?"
Xion sneered and said: "We mogu people can think about things for ten thousand years, but for the almost immortal guardian Raiden, he needs to think about ten thousand and ten thousand years."
Lao Xianglong stuck out his tongue. Ten thousand and ten thousand years are an unimaginable time.
Mogu'shan Palace.
The tribe's ten thousand soldiers marched through room after room.
After Lorkhan left, the command of the Ten Thousand Horde fell into the hands of Lieutenant-General Malkorok. As the most loyal lieutenant of General Nazgrin, a brave and noble orc warrior, Malkorok loved him from the bottom of his heart.
Look down on the cowardly Lockhan who is afraid of death.
Malkorok walked at the front of the team holding a sharp battle ax, which was completely different from what the Pandaren had seen. Since entering the Mogu'shan Palace, what the tribe saw was one room after another covered in fog, and the rooms were empty.
, there are no decorations on the walls.
The soldiers lit torches, but they could not dispel the magical fog. The visibility was very low. They were running around like headless flies in such an empty room. They could not even see the enemy. The soldiers were under terrible pressure in their hearts.
Not long after, Malkorok realized that he was lost. Many orc soldiers clenched their teeth and made unpleasant squeaking sounds. This was because they were extremely nervous and teetering on the edge of violence.
You have to find the right way, or find the exit.
Malkorok regretted that he should not have entered this terrible palace rashly.
A strange song came from the mist, as erratic as a dream, like a weak woman crying, or like a banshee whispering in the dark. Many orcs were trembling with fear.
Malkorok was not afraid and urged the team to move on.
There was a commotion behind the team, and Malkorok hurried to check and found that all five thousand trolls were kneeling on the ground, crying together with the songs.
"Damn it, are you crazy? Do you all want to die?"
Malkorok angrily chopped off the heads of two trolls.
In the face of the more ferocious orcs, the troll has always been timid and afraid of death. If it were normal, it would be trembling with fear and wailing for mercy.
But at this moment, the trolls didn't know why they had the courage, and they still knelt on the ground and kept crying.
An orc familiar with the history of the trolls whispered:
"General, the song in the mist is probably the soul praise of Zandalari. It is said to be created by a Loa god and can evoke the ancient glory in the hearts of the trolls."
Malkorok listened to the vague singing in the mist, and roared fiercely:
"How can a lowly troll have any glory? Trolls are loyal servants of the orcs. Why have I never heard this song?"
The orc replied:
"This song has a history of ten thousand years. Ten thousand years ago, Emperor Achilles of the Zandalar Empire led the trolls to the peak of glory. Even Queen Azshara was a little behind. This song is
It is used to praise the achievements of Emperor Achilles. Although it has been lost for a long time, the resonance of the soul praise is engraved in the soul of every troll."
Malkorok shouted arrogantly: "There must be someone hiding in the mist who is pretending to be a ghost. Let's find him right now, tear him into pieces and eat him."
The orc soldiers scattered into the fog to search, but unfortunately found nothing. When Malkorok gathered his team, he found that all five thousand trolls were missing, as if they had been swallowed by the fog.
The trolls disappeared seemingly in an instant, leaving no trace behind.
Malkorok felt something was wrong. The team walked through the maze-like palace. After half a day, the orcs were tired, hungry, and completely lost their way.
"Unfortunately, those trolls are gone."
Five thousand trolls are good food, and they are also good cooks. They can cook delicious food for the orcs for a week.
An alluring aroma wafted in, and the orcs were unconsciously attracted to a spacious room. In the center of the room stood a cauldron with a diameter of more than a hundred meters.
Along with the sound of boiling water, the runes on the surface of the cauldron flashed, and countless delicacies fell from the sky, including delicious hard meat jerky, tender roasted quail, large pieces of steamed tauren meat, and panda meat that was burnt on the outside and tender on the inside.
His mouth was drooling.
Markorok said sternly: "Don't eat any of them. Anyone who disobeys will be killed immediately. Where is the military doctor? Check whether these foods are poisonous."
The orc military doctor bent down to inspect the delicacies. The medical level of the orcs was not high, and the method of checking whether the food was poisonous was simple and crude, and they were fed directly to the low-status orc slave laborers.
After several hard workers ate the food, nothing seemed abnormal.
However, Malkorok was still worried and strictly prevented the soldiers from eating these foods of unknown origin and continued to observe the orcs' hard work.
After a long time, the eyes of the drooling soldiers were filled with darkness, the world was spinning, and they fell to the ground one after another.
Malkorok held on to the wall to keep from falling, but he couldn't stop the waves of dizziness from coming over him, and the last thought came to his mind.
"The soldiers did not eat these foods, so why were they poisoned?"