The golden sun obelisk shone brightly, illuminating the resolute eyes of Dark Pharaoh Takaheng.
As the leader of the Neferset clan, Dark Pharaoh Takahen is known for his cruelty and calmness. His dark eyes are like dark ancient wells, which seem to always hide secrets.
There are a total of twelve ceremonial priests surrounding the obelisk. Takaheng is very envious of the Sun Scepter in Felix's hand. It is a real artifact, also known as the Scepter of Orchis, which opens Uldum. Secret key item.
The Scepter of Orsis has the function of communicating with the guardian Raiden, and the Dark Pharaoh Takaheng must rely on the power of the Obelisk of the Sun.
The golden light condensed into an old face, and the ancient guardian Raiden looked down at Takaheng.
Takaheng bowed slightly and saluted: "Dear Guardian Raiden, Takaheng listens to your teachings."
Raiden looked at the dark pharaoh carefully, but couldn't tell what he was thinking. He was a man of great power. Raiden carefully organized his words: "Takaheng, the day has come, and the real ruler of Uldum has appeared. Already."
Takaheng's eyes flashed, but then dimmed: "Thal, the savior."
Leiden said happily: "The great savior Thrall is the person in the prophecy. He will end the melee of the Tolvir clan, lead you out of the desert, and build a new country."
Tarkaheng retorted euphemistically: "Dear Guardian Leiden, the duty of the Tolvir is to guard the Forge of Origin and avoid falling into the hands of people with ulterior motives, otherwise it will be the end of the world. Neferset swore, Never leaving Uldum."
Raiden seemed a little displeased: "Thall is kind and benevolent. He is the true master of the Forge of Origin. As a member of the Tol'vir, you must support Thrall's rule and help him save Azeroth."
Taka looked at Guardian Raiden and seemed to compromise:
"Dear Guardian, as you wish, I will fully support Thrall."
Raiden smiled and said: "It's a wise move. Bryan Bronzebeard from Ironforge helps Thrall dig the Hall of Origin. You must try your best to cooperate and stop all enemies, especially Ramkahen. I suspect they have a conspiracy." .”
"Ramukaheng, I remember." Takaheng bowed again.
The image of the obelisk Leiden disappeared, and a sneer appeared on the corner of Takaheng's mouth:
"Leiden actually serves Thrall. It seems that the stimulation brought to him by Thor is too great."
The twelve ritual priests are all Takaheng's most trusted confidants. One of them asked:
"Leiden's tone is not good. I think he is hiding something."
Takaheng sneered: "Leden is the most cowardly among the Titan Guardians. Some people say that Y'Shaarj's heart absorbed his courage. As far as I know, Thor is the culprit."
"Because the Thunder God took Raiden's power?" the ritual priest asked.
Takaheng sneered: "The strong have always taken over the weak, and the weak have defeated the strong and taken the strength of the strong. How could this happen?"
After Ta Kaheng's reminder, the twelve ritual priests all fell into thinking.
"Is this just a lie?" asked a ritual priest.
"It's not just a lie, it's a naked conspiracy." Takaheng said expressionlessly: "Leyden has indeed lost his courage and fighting spirit, but he has not lost the ability to protect himself. Leyden is just jealous of Thor's power."
"jealous."
The twelve ritual priests silently thought about the meaning of this sentence. They all said that the God of Thunder had taken away Raiden's power, but what is certain is that Raiden is still powerful and not weaker than any Titan Guardian.
Taka stared in the direction of the Origin Hall, his expression becoming more resolute:
"Thall is the son of destiny. To fight against him is to destroy yourself, but to cooperate with him will not end well. Since the ending is the same, my choice is to fight bravely, maybe I can find a glimmer of hope."
The twelve ceremonial priests raised their heads, waiting for the Dark Pharaoh's order.
Takahen said seriously: "I will send all the troops to intercept Thrall's troops. Ossis and Ramkahen will definitely interfere with it, but my goal is the Hall of Origin. Since Thrall can ask Brian Bronzebeard to help,
Let’s ask Harrison Jones to get help from the guardian of the Hall of Origin first.”
Riding the pirate ship, Thrall's army landed in the southeast of Uldum. This landing point is called the Cursed Landing Point. Thor landed here in the early years, symbolizing the coming disaster of Uldum.
The southeastern part of Uldum is where the Hall of Origin is located, a land jointly governed by the three tribes. Because the three tribes are fighting endlessly and cannot unite to fight against foreign enemies, there are no defenders here.
Thrall seemed fearless, but in fact he was worried. Even with Raiden's guarantee, he did not dare to say that he would be able to defeat the three tribes. After all, there were nearly one million Tol'vir in Uldum, and Thrall only had 5,000 orcs in his hands.
At the cursed landing site, Thrall built strong fortifications to ensure safe evacuation if the war went south.
Among a bunch of green-skinned orcs, the team of explorers led by Brian Bronzebeard stood out.
Brian thought he was here to help, but his attitude was a little arrogant, and he kept showing off his knowledge in front of Sal:
Pointing to the Hall of Origin not far away, Brian shook his head and said:
"The Hall of Origin in Uldum is as famous as Ulduar in Northrend and Uldaman in the Badlands. They are the three important legacies left by the Titans in Azeroth. I, Brian, have been exploring the ruins for many years, especially the Titan ruins.
No one in Azeroth can match my knowledge."
Thrall grinned: "Bryan Bronzebeard, remember, I am the leader here, and everything must be obeyed by me."
Brian shook his head dissatisfied: "Thall, you don't understand how dangerous the Titan ruins are. If you are not careful, the entire army will be annihilated. I will listen to you outside, but once you enter the Hall of Origin, I will be undisputed.
authority."
"No one dares to claim authority in front of me. I am the great savior Thrall. I am proficient in all knowledge and my wisdom is unmatched."
Brian's eyes widened: "Sal, you will pay the price for your arrogance. I think we must reconsider this cooperation."
"Really?"
Sal smiled cruelly and punched Brian in the face.
Brian was caught off guard. He didn't expect Sal to take action. He flew up and fell heavily in the desert.
"Damn it, Sal, how dare you hit me."
Brian was furious. After many years of adventure, Brian had already developed an excellent boxing and kicking skills.
But soon, a large group of orcs gathered around and beat Brian violently. The beatings only made Brian cry out and beg for mercy. He broke an unknown number of bones. It was not until he was dying that Thrall ordered him to stop, stepped on his head and said:
"Now you should understand who is the real authority."
Brian nodded weakly, hating his brother so much.
Cooperating with orcs is never a pleasant thing. If it weren't for Magni Bronzebeard's order, Bryan would never agree to help Thrall.
"Your brother is a waste, and all the Ironforge dwarves are waste. Even if I peel off your skin and send it to Magni, he will never dare to say a word. He will only say that you died in a battle."
An accident.”
Thrall took out the slave contract given to him by the Oracle.
"I will not stupidly trust a dwarf. If you sign this contract, you will be my slave. I promise that after this adventure is over, if you get what you want, I will terminate the contract and give you your freedom."