Mrs. Guo Ya's words gave Wrathion a new understanding.
"It's a perfect union of heaven and man. The four gods think they are heaven, but ignore the role of humans. They don't know that the intelligence and wisdom of each body is limited, even if they are gods above."
Wrathion looked at Xuen in the center of the Colosseum with a smile. The dying Xuen seemed to have something to say, but his body was being ravaged by the orcs and he could not make a sound.
"From today on, the orcs will master the way of unity between man and nature."
Wrathion was very proud, thinking that he was performing a great initiative. He raised his hands to the sky, and a black vortex appeared between his arms, carrying a terrifying attraction.
The fog covering Pandaria was attracted by the vortex and turned into a stream of air flying down. As soon as he touched the fog, Wrathion was shocked and felt the terrifying power in the fog.
This is an indescribable and supreme law. Even with Wrathion's knowledge and wisdom, he cannot decipher the mystery. Wrathion is fortunate not to be swayed by greed. If he swallows this fog directly, I am afraid he will immediately
die.
The only thing that can be confirmed is that the mist is as endless as the magic of the Well of Eternity, and there must be a source.
Wrathion separated part of the mist and poured it into dozens of orcs tied to wooden poles.
There was a flash of blood, and the bodies of dozens of orcs immediately collapsed, even their bones were broken, turning into pools of blood and mud.
Wrathion waited with his hands behind his back, hoping that one of the orcs would gain the power of the unity of heaven and man and be brought back to life. Unfortunately, nothing happened as expected, and there was no movement after a long time.
It seemed to be different from what he expected. Wrathion stroked his forehead and thought that the mist poured into it was too much and the orc's body could not bear it.
"Sal, I need more test subjects."
"As you wish, Your Highness the Black Prince." Thrall grinned: "The brave orcs are very willing to become glorious test subjects."
This time, Wrathion selected a hundred orcs.
He saw the bodies of these soldiers trembling, and their eyes were full of fear. Unfortunately, Wrathion and Thrall were even more terrifying, making all the orcs submissive.
Wrathion once again attracted the mist from the sky. This time he was much more careful and only used one-tenth of the amount of infusion from the last time.
Just like last time, a hundred orcs instantly turned into blood and mud.
Wrathion was secretly surprised. Could it be that there was still too much mist poured into it? It was just that Wrathion's abilities were limited and his operations were not sophisticated enough to further reduce the amount of mist.
Just when Wrathion was about to give up, he saw a pool of blood and mud on the ground moving, slowly merging together, and an orc came to life again, looking around in confusion.
Wrathion was overjoyed. This proved that his guess was correct. After absorbing the mist, the orcs could achieve the unity of heaven and man.
"What's your name?" Wrathion asked kindly.
The resurrected orc scratched his head, his mind seemed a little unclear, and he showed a stupid expression. After a long while, he replied: "Sir, I remembered, my name is Imesus."
Imesus?
It didn't sound like an orc's name, so Wrathion didn't take it to heart and said with a smile: "Imesus, you are a good boy, are you willing to continue the experiment?"
Imesus nodded blankly, Wrathion waved his hand, and a large group of orcs with axes rushed forward and chopped Imesus into pieces without any explanation.
Not long after, Imessus' physical body reintegrated, his bones grew slowly, his muscles bulged, his skin was intact, and he looked unscathed.
Thrall on the side also showed a look of surprise: "Congratulations, sir. Haha, an orc with the power of nature and man can never be killed. I need more."
Wrathion frowned and said: "Although it is the realm of harmony between man and nature, the success rate is too low, less than one percent."
Sal smiled indifferently:
"What I need are real elites, not a group of incompetent wastes. Wastes are not qualified to live in this world. Sir, please pour mist into the heroic soldiers."
Wrathion secretly thought that there were too many mysteries hidden in the mists of Pandaria. It was impossible to find out the truth after just a few attempts. It would be better to try more and maybe discover some patterns.
Using these ordinary orc soldiers to conduct experiments, Wrathion did not feel any psychological pressure at all.
Thrall ordered a thousand orcs to prepare. The timid orc soldiers did not dare to resist Thrall and could only accept their fate. Wrathion continued to pour the smallest amount of mist into them.
But this time Wrathion failed. A thousand orcs all died, and not a single one succeeded. Wrathion looked at the river of blood on the ground and touched his chin as he thought.
In the center of the Colosseum, Xuen has been dismembered. His soul has returned to its own position, recovering his body bit by bit. In his soul state, Xuen can finally make a sound and says feebly:
"Dear Lord Wrathion, I have something important to report."
Wrathion's face darkened, thinking that Xuen was going to laugh at him, so he said viciously: "Stupid Xuen, you are just an incompetent waste, don't even think about dictating in front of me."
Xuen shook his head unjustly: "That's not the case. I just received a distress message from a servant. His name is Chen Stormstout. He is fighting hard at the Stormstout Brewery."
Thrall pricked up his ears when he heard the familiar name, and Wrathion asked displeasedly: "What does the life and death of your servant have to do with me?"
Xuen hurriedly explained:
"Chen Stormstout is a lowly servant. I never cared about his life or death. It's just that he told me that he met the enemy of heaven and man, a hozen named Ukwuk."
"What?"
Wrathion's face turned pale with anger. He worked hard to study the way of unity between man and nature, and sacrificed more than a thousand orcs. In the end, only one orc succeeded.
Unexpectedly, a humble hozen actually realized the unity of heaven and man. How could Wrathion swallow this breath? He found a map of Pandaria, and Mrs. Guoya marked the location of the Stormstout Brewery.
"I want to see how a hozen can realize the unity of heaven and man."
After failing to seek help from Xuen, Chen Stormstout had no choice but to retreat. Unexpectedly, all the hozens that had been wiped out came back to life, and joined a large group of rabbit monsters to hunt down Chen Stormstout.
Facing the unkillable hozen and rabbit demon, even the bravest orcs had no intention of fighting and fled for their lives with Chen Stormstout.
How could the physical skills of an ordinary soldier compare with that of a hero? Not long after, all five hundred orcs were killed, leaving only Chen Stormstout, hiding in the Stormstout Brewery.
Hiding on a high beam, Chen Stormstout shivered, fearing that he would be discovered by the hozens and rabbit monsters.
Suddenly, a black light flashed, and Chen Stormstout's eyes blurred, as a man wearing a black robe appeared in front of him.
"Are you Xuen's slave? An undead!" Wrathion asked majestically.
Chen Stormstout was so frightened that his disguise was seen through at a glance, and he said flatteringly: "Your Excellency must be the messenger of the four gods. I am finally saved."
Wrathion glanced at the corner of his mouth and sneered: "The Four Heavenly Gods have become my slaves, providing flesh, blood and equipment to the orcs every day. They are just incompetent waste."