Some people are born noble and want the best in everything. Sal is undoubtedly such a person.
For the sake of the king's face, for the king's satisfaction, and for the king's happiness, tens of millions of innocent people died. It was nothing at all, and it had no impact on the king's greatness.
Brian had no choice but to order his men to make up to look like Lyden.
In the Hall of Origin, there are countless guardians of the giant stone statues sleeping. Brian's men need to approach carefully to destroy the core of the giant stone statues.
This process is very dangerous. The closer you get to the giant stone statue, the easier it is for the disguise to show flaws.
The giant stone statue only needs to turn around, and a life will be lost.
As a result, progress was very slow. Sal kept yawning and shouted dissatisfied:
"Brian, you are such a waste, just as incompetent as your brother. Azeroth is waiting for me to save. I don't have time to waste with you. If you don't speed up, I will twist off your head."
Brian suppressed his anger and urged the team to move forward with a flattering smile on his face.
The explorer team paid hundreds of lives to get close to the outermost guardian leader.
This is a tall obsidian statue of Anhur, the guardian of the temple.
As long as you control Anhur, you can command hundreds of giant stone statues outside the temple. The giant stone statues in the Hall of Origin have a long history. They are the first batch of Titan creations. They are completely different from the giant stone statues imitated by the Ossisians and are enough to destroy the entire Austria.
Dam.
It is very difficult to control Anhur. The Tol'vir have never succeeded, so Brian personally stepped forward to operate it.
The bottom of the giant stone statue is engraved with dense Titan runes, and the secret of controlling Anhur lies in these runes.
Suddenly, a voice sounded in Brian's mind.
"Earth spirits who are cursed by flesh and blood are also created by the Titans. Why do you want to serve a savage orc?"
Brian was secretly surprised and continued to study the runes without showing any signs of it.
"It turns out it's the slave contract. You must be unwilling to do so, right? If you want to resist, just blink your eyes."
Although he didn't know where the mysterious voice came from, Brian immediately blinked. He had had enough of Sal's domineering behavior.
"Although I cannot terminate the slave contract, I have a better way. A long time ago, the Titan creations formed alliances many times to fight against the elemental lords and the ancient gods. This covenant is still in your blood. For the Titan creations
For us, the Titan's covenant is greater than anything else. As long as this covenant is established, all other covenants will become invalid."
Brian was overjoyed, but he had doubts in his heart, not knowing where the voice came from.
"Raise your head and look at me. Temple Guardian Anhur is willing to sign an alliance contract with you."
Brian was secretly surprised. In his impression, the mechanical creations in the Hall of Origin were not very intelligent and could not be considered real life.
It seems that the previous understanding was wrong. At least Anhur is a truly intelligent life.
Brian bit his finger and smeared the blood on the runes at Anhur's feet.
Countless symbols surged out of his blood, and a long string of symbols appeared in front of Brian's eyes, and golden light shone on his body.
Thrall felt that the slave contract with Brian was invalid, and immediately ran away without looking back.
Seeing that something was not going well, Vol'jin threw out a cloud of smoke again and disappeared.
Brian stood up, refreshed, and the contract with Anhur was successful.
This tall obsidian statue came to life, spurting out a stream of fiery light.
The orcs who had stayed there stupidly were immediately enveloped by the light and turned into ashes.
At the same time, countless giant stone statues came to life, shaking off the dust on their bodies, and the stone door of the Origin Hall closed with a bang.
It must be said that Sal's domineeringness saved him. On the way to the door, the core of the giant stone statue was destroyed, making it impossible to intercept Sal. Although the stone door was closed, the passage dug by Brian's men was still there.
Sal ignored his dignity and hurriedly got into the narrow passage and crawled out desperately.
Behind Thrall, Vol'jin followed closely, and the heavy footsteps of the giant stone statue came from behind.
Anhur, the guardian of the temple, made a deep voice:
"I'm sorry, Earth Spirit. Following the ancient contract, I can't leave the Hall of Origin, so I can only help you get here."
Brian expressed his sincere gratitude: "Thank you very much for your help, respected temple guardians. Our people will stay here until all the giant stone statues are repaired."
Anhur nodded and entered the statue state again.
Thrall crawled out of the passage and saw countless Tol'vir people facing the dazzling sunlight.
"It's over."
Sal panicked, his legs became weak, and he knelt down to beg for mercy.
Vol'jin pulled Lasalle's sleeve, pointed at the Tol'vir in front of him and said: "Looking at their attire, they should not be Neferset or Ossis."
While the two were feeling uneasy, a Tol'vir man in gorgeous clothes came forward and looked at Sal carefully. When he saw Sal's ferocious face and fierce and domineering expression, the Tol'vir man knew what he was doing and hurriedly asked:
"Excuse me, who is Thrall, the great savior?"
Sal was confused and said coldly: "I am."
The gorgeously dressed Tol'vir hurriedly knelt on the ground: "Ramu Kahen, King Faoris, is willing to serve the savior."
Lamukaheng knelt on the ground. Sal rolled his eyes. Lamukaheng would never turn to him for no reason. Yes, it must be Leiden's order. Sal deliberately made a serious face:
"I am the great savior Thrall. There are too many people in Azeroth who have taken refuge in me, and I only need loyal slaves."
King Faoris hurriedly knelt down and walked a few steps to Thrall's side: "I am willing to be your slave, and Ramuka Hengdu is willing to be your slave."
Thrall laughed loudly and took out the slave contract given by the moon god: "Very good, I will reluctantly accept you slaves."
Dark Elder Takaheng followed Thrall's footsteps and confirmed that Thrall had entered the Hall of Origin.
The scouts detected a large group of Lamu Kahen people moving towards the Hall of Origin. Ta Kahen hesitated for a moment, thinking that the most important thing was to eliminate Salcai, and that it was not appropriate to start a civil war with the Lamu Kahen people at this moment, so he chose to avoid it.
What they didn't expect was that the Ramukahen pounced directly on the Neferset.
Takaheng rubbed his eyes to confirm that he had seen correctly.
He saw Thrall riding on the back of King Faoris. As the largest Tol'vir clan and the king of Ramukahen, Faoris had always considered himself the noblest Tol'vir, but now he had become
Thrall's mount.
Thrall was very proud and said to Vol'jin who was riding the high priest Ament: "Of all my mounts, this one is the meanest."
Vol'jin said flatteringly: "Even the Red Dragon Queen is your mount. This is the honor of the To'vir people."
The dark elder Takaheng sneered: "Faoris, leave Thrall and leave with your people. You are no match for me."
King Faoris said arrogantly: "My army is twice yours, what are you going to fight with me for?"
Takaheng raised his head: "A king who has lost his dignity, your soldiers are also a bunch of losers. Look at your soldiers, they have no fighting spirit in their eyes."
Faoris turned around, and just as Takarhen said, the soldiers only saw humiliation in their eyes.