The Wind God's Throne is relatively friendly to the To'vir people, but as the saying goes, good people can be bullied by others. For a long time, the Wind God's Throne has given people a weak impression in the hearts of the To'vir people.
Lord Nanfeng has lived a long life and has never seen anything. He saw some clues and tried to ask:
"Felix, the Wind God Throne has never asked anything about the Tolvir people. I think you already have the answer in your heart."
Felix looked disappointed and asked heartbrokenly: "It's a pity that what we got in exchange is betrayal, Lord Nanfeng, why is this, why does the Wind God Throne want to slaughter my people? Do elemental creatures really have no conscience?"
"Hey, I knew that was the case."
Lord Nanfeng glanced at the corner of his mouth and showed an indifferent smile, then turned into a howling wind and returned to the throne of the Wind God.
The Wind God Throne has never cared about the Tol'vir, so there is no need to bother to defend it.
Felix was a little surprised and felt that he had done something wrong.
In the throne of the Wind God, in the never-ending howling wind, Al'Akir, the Wind Rider, shot out streaks of lightning from his eyes.
"Kindness is indeed one of the original sins."
Al'Akir said with emotion, as one of the four elemental lords, he has seen the ups and downs of countless countries, but he can never truly understand mortals:
"Out of fear of Raiden, the Tovir people dare not identify Raiden. How many times have we been blamed for this?"
Lord Nanfeng replied respectfully: "Since the death of Thunder God, we have been taking the blame for Raiden."
Al'Akir said with an indifferent expression: "Leiden was careful enough and never left Pandaria. He only used his energy incarnation to kill the Tol'vir and never left anyone alive. We have warned and stopped them, but what did we get in return?
Jealousy and suspicion?”
Lord Nanfeng lamented: "Help is not as good as slaughter, and gratitude is far worse than fear."
Al'Akir's body was surrounded by countless lightnings: "Yes, we did our best to help the Tol'vir. If it weren't for the mist of Pandaria, I even planned to kill Raiden directly. Now, I think of a better way.
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Lord Nanfeng looked at the tall figure in the strong wind with confusion, and anger spewed out of Al'Akir's eyes:
"All this time, Leiden has always maintained the immortality of the inheritance of the three Tovir clans. This is because the blood of the three clans can be fused together to open the furnace of origin. If one of them is missing, I will make Leiden's plan fail. Hmm, he thought
I don't know anything."
A map of Uldum appeared in front of Lord Nanfeng, which detailedly marked the distribution of the three Tol'vir clans.
"Since we have been wronged, let us continue to the end. Lord Nanfeng, I order you to kill all the Ossis people and completely cut off this bloodline. Raiden has angered me and he will get nothing."
"As you wish, Al'Akir the Windrider."
City of Ossis.
Felix shook his head, feeling very relaxed.
For many years, in the face of suspicion and suspicion, the Wind God Throne has always maintained a silent attitude, so he is not worried about the anger of the South Wind Lord. In contrast, Leiden destroyed the city of Ossis, which is what scares him the most.
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"Guardian Raiden turns out to be this kind of person, what should I do?"
Felix felt that he should admit his mistake to Leyden and ask for Leyden's forgiveness. This is a way for the weak to survive.
If the bloodline of the Ossis people wants to continue, they must rely on Leiden, just like the cattle and sheep in the pasture will be eaten sooner or later, but they cannot leave the rancher.
He began to understand why there was no record of Leiden doing evil in history, and his predecessors all made wise choices.
"Let's do it." Felix made up his mind.
Suddenly, Felix felt a palpitation in his heart, and he looked back quickly.
On the distant horizon, endless black clouds and lightning, howling winds, and towering sandstorms hit with unstoppable force.
Unable to dodge, unstoppable.
Felix's face turned pale, and in an instant, the ruined city of Ossie was swallowed up by a sandstorm.
Sandstorms continued to rage throughout Ossis, sweeping away all Ossis gathering places and completely cutting off the bloodline of Ossis.
The Ossis people were swallowed up by a sandstorm and their bloodline was cut off. The murderer was obvious, it was the Throne of the Wind God.
King Faoris of Ramukahen heard the news and was trembling with fear.
"Is Al'Akir, the Wind Rider, crazy? Two hundred thousand people of the Ossis tribe were brutally exterminated. In the tens of thousands of years of history of the To'vir people, nothing like this has ever happened."
High Priest Ament is the religious leader of Ramukahen and has a transcendent status. He suggested:
"Your Majesty the King, Ramukahen cannot stop the crazy Al'Akir, so he can only ask for help from Guardian Raiden."
"Yes, Lyden."
King Faoris seemed to have grasped the last straw:
"For the continuation of Ramukahen, we must agree to any request Raiden makes. This is the only hope."
Hall of Origins.
Thrall frowned, and Vol'jin squatted on the ground, chewing tobacco silently.
The five thousand orc army was nearly wiped out, and less than a hundred orcs were rescued by Leiden. Neferset's army was looking for traces of Thrall everywhere, and the explorer team led by Brian Bronzebeard was the only hope.
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"The most desperate moment has not yet come. As long as I get the help of the guardians in the Hall of Origin, I can eliminate the Tol'vir clan and become the master of Uldum. Brian Bronzebeard, you know what you should do."
Brian Bronzebeard said cautiously:
"Great Savior, this will be a great adventure, please rest assured, I am ready."
The door to the Hall of Origin was closed, and Brian Bronzebeard's men dug a passage. Thrall said very unhappy:
"I am the great savior. Do you want me to crawl through the cave like a humble kobold? I must walk in upright from the main entrance. This is in line with the noble status of the savior."
Unable to disobey Thrall's order, Brian could only risk opening the stone door from the inside. In order to crack the mechanism, three loyal men paid the price with their lives and finally opened the stone door in the Hall of Origin.
Thrall entered the Origin Hall with a proud look on his face, and Brian introduced in a low voice:
"There are countless guardians of giant stone statues lurking in the Hall of Origin. Once they feel the breath of outsiders, they will attack. Fortunately, I have found a way to crack it. Please forgive me, Lord Savior."
Sal glared: "I am a great savior, and I will never do anything that damages my status."
Brian carefully explained:
"Lord Savior, this is not a loss of identity. The guardian of the giant stone statue surrenders to the guardian Raiden. According to my observation, they judge Raiden's identity from his appearance. As long as we disguise ourselves as Raiden, no matter the size,
Even if they are very different, they will not be attacked."
Thrall slapped Brian on the face and said fiercely: "The era of Titans has long passed. Stupid Raiden is just a waste waiting to die. You actually asked me to dress up as an incompetent waste. You want to destroy
Azeroth?"
Brian covered his face. His estimate of Sal was completely wrong. The noble savior would never let down his dignity. Brian could only apologize in a low voice:
"Lord Savior, I will think of a way, there must be a way."