After witnessing all this with their own eyes, the orcs knelt on the ground in awe and surrendered at Med'an's feet. At the same time, they were unstoppably moved, and many orcs shed tears of excitement.
The orc-like Med'an gave the orcs great confidence. The birth of a god among the orcs meant that they had a refuge they could rely on.
The little orc asked piously: "Dear son of light and darkness, I don't know how to address you by your name?"
Med'an has become a god, and his name must be spread. It would be very impolite to call him by his name. After Med'an pondered for a while, he loudly said:
"You can call me the Lord of Destiny. I am omnipotent and will definitely rule the entire universe."
The orcs were shaking with excitement and cheered like a mountain and a tsunami. Med'an, the Lord of Destiny, will spread his fame throughout Orgrimmar tonight.
Med'an was as happy as if there was a little devil hiding in his heart. He knew very well that these orcs were not all fools. For example, this little orc knew what was going on.
But he did not expose Med'an, but wisely added fuel to the flames.
This world belongs to smart people, and you won't get any benefits by exposing Med'an.
And benefits are often scattered in the hands of fools who believe lies. Using lies to get benefits from fools is what smart people should do.
Med'an loudly said: "My people will be as numerous as the sand on the beach and as endless as the stars in the sky. Go, the oppressed orcs, stand up and raise the flag of resistance to the devil. I will definitely
will be your solid backing."
The power of faith is very terrifying, just like the little man knew clearly that this was a lie, but still had a fearless courage in his heart, shouting loudly for the Lord of Destiny.
Med'an smiled with satisfaction. A mysterious god should not appear for a long time and must maintain a sufficient sense of mystery. He nodded and turned into a ball of flame and left.
After Med'an left, the tent returned to its original shape, and the orcs were stacked together again.
The orcs were amazed by the power of Med'an's magic. Even the space obeyed his orders. Unfortunately, the orcs didn't know that Med'an just used a little trick to teleport them to the open space outside Orgrimmar.
In a larger tent.
Med'an's group teleportation is not as good as Jaina's, but there is still no problem in teleporting a short distance.
Hidden among the crowd was Garrosh's spies, who sent what they saw tonight to the Great Beast Den in the Valley of Trials through secret channels. The troll Lorkhan thought this information was very important and immediately reported it to Garrosh.
Garrosh was overjoyed when he heard this, clapped his hands and praised:
"Okay, that's great. The orcs of Orgrimmar have finally awakened. They should understand that I am the chief of the tribe, and I am the only one qualified to lead Orgrimmar."
Garrosh couldn't help but feel happy, as if he could return to Orgrimmar tomorrow, and kicked Cho'gall off the throne.
But I heard Lockhan whisper: "Great Chief, don't you think Med'an has done a great job?"
Garrosh took a slight breath and realized something immediately.
Med'an's move is tantamount to taking control of Orgrimmar's divine power.
Then as the warchief, Garrosh will have to part with some of his power. Garrosh will never create a political enemy for himself to restrict his own behavior.
"Damn it, this must be Medivh's conspiracy. Sure enough, he is eager to control Orgrimmar. I will never let him succeed. Unfortunately, Med'an is Medivh's son. I can't do anything about him.
."
Garrosh paced around anxiously, his mood darkening.
Lorkhan suggested in a low voice:
"Great Chief, the new troop transport ship has been built. Why not order the bronze dragon to send us some orc soldiers. I think 20,000 fully armed soldiers will be enough."
Garrosh's eyes lit up and he immediately understood something. He smiled ferociously and said, "Yes, we can't solve Med'an, but a god without believers is nothing."
Twilight Highlands, Blood Canyon.
When Moghor heard Nazgorin persuading him to go out, his expression suddenly changed slightly, and he asked warily: "General, what do you mean? Chief Zuluhid treated me well and married his daughter to me.
, I will never betray him."
Nazgrin rolled his eyes and said with a smile:
"Brother Moghor, you misunderstood. Chief Zuluhid is an unparalleled hero. Among the orc chiefs, he is definitely one of the best. I admire him very much."
Moghor did not relax his vigilance: "General, although your wine is good, please do not sow discord between me and the chief."
Nazgrin felt frustrated, but he would not give up and asked deliberately:
"I heard that Chief Zuluhid once helped Illidan train the void dragon in the outer realm."
Moghor nodded: "Yes, I was serving the chief at that time."
"Do you know who Illidan lost to?" Nazgrin asked with a solemn expression.
Moghor was silent for a long time, and then said unwillingly: "Thal."
Nazgrin said in a cadence: "Thall is the savior of Azeroth. He has outstanding achievements and a prominent reputation. He is unrivaled. At that time, our warchief was just a farmer in Nagrand. He was influenced by an old orc.
The care of, yes, Agna’s father.”
Regarding Garrosh's past, Mog'hor was very interested and listened carefully.
Nazgrin continued:
"You should have heard that the father of Warchief Garrosh is the famous Grom Hellscream. Unfortunately, he was a prisoner at that time. He was not even as good as a dog by Thrall's side. The Warchief heard about this.
He was angry and vowed to rescue his father. Agna's father did not agree, and tried every means to obstruct her, and even threatened Agna's marriage. The chief and Agna's childhood sweethearts had long been secretly in love."
"What happened next?" Moghor asked curiously.
Nazgrin lowered his voice and said mysteriously:
"It is said that Agnar's father died of illness, so that the warchief could escape from the shackles and walk out of the small Nagrand. From then on, he rose to great heights and soared into the sky, becoming a famous hero in Azeroth and the warchief of the tribe.
But once he was drunk, the chief told me personally that he had killed Agna’s father and had no regrets about it, which was also the reason why the chief and Agna turned against each other.”
Nazgrin spoke with great seriousness, Moghor lowered his head and just drank, silent. In fact, his heart had already been touched.
Seeing that there was something going on, Nazgrin continued to add fuel to the fire:
"We orcs have a short life. If we are a little negligent, we will get old and weak and unable to fight. The glorious time of an orc's life is only a few decades. If we don't fight hard, we will never have another chance. If the war chief doesn't take that decisive step,
Who knows a farmer in Nagrand?”
Moghor raised his head and said expressionlessly: "General, please come back, I want to rest."
Nazgrin stood up to say goodbye. Although Moghor drank a lot, he didn't sleep all night. He thought about a lot.
The life of an orc is short, how can it be wasted like this?
Mogh'hor has always thought very highly of himself, feeling that he was a hero and if given the chance, he could enjoy the same admiration as Garrosh.
Early the next morning, Moghor climbed out of bed, his eyes bright and his energy high. He had made up his mind.