King Faoris looked at the long, dragging team and listened to the annoying crying, with a gloomy look on his face.
Most of the team were old people, children and women. When Thrall needed 100,000 Ramukahen as sacrifices to resurrect Raiden, the news didn't know how to get out, and the untouchables fled in all directions.
King Faoris led his army to pursue them, and finally captured enough sacrifices and escorted them to the Hall of Origin.
Ramukahen's soldiers carried whips and drove the people away like animals, swearing.
The priests of Ramukahem loudly preached:
"The great savior has dedicated everything for Azeroth. In order to save Azeroth, for the future of the Tol'vir tribe, and for Uldum, as the descendants of Titan creation, all sacrifices are worth it. You should feel that
Pride and pride.”
King Faoris dug his ears and said to the high-ranking priest Ament beside him:
"A bunch of damn untouchables, I should have killed them all."
Ament said cautiously: "The environment in Uldum is harsh. In order to survive, we use war to maintain the number of tribesmen. Now that the Ossis tribe is destroyed, it is a good opportunity for Lamu Kahen to rise."
King Faoris looked towards the south of Uldum, the territory of Neferset:
"The only thing blocking us now is Dark Pharaoh Takaheng. Hum, I will soon unify the three To'vir clans and create an unprecedented era. Among the To'vir kings in history, no one is greater than me."
"Your Majesty, you have made the right choice."
King Faoris sneered and said: "Since ancient times, in the face of invasion by foreign enemies, only those who surrender in humble ways can survive. Those who raise weapons to fight will only perish. I have long understood this truth, so I am
The one who laughs last."
Ament nodded and agreed: "Sooner or later, Thrall will leave Uldum. No matter how many people we die, it will only take a few decades to recover. The great king's greatness and wisdom are destined to be passed down through the ages and respected by all people. You are a member of the To'vir clan."
The First Emperor."
King Faoris narrowed his eyes slightly: "First Emperor, I like this title."
The Hall of Origin is littered with small pieces of Raiden's remains, ensuring that the Ramukahen will not be attacked by the defenders.
"I am very sad about the death of the ancient guardian Raiden."
Thrall stood in front of the corpse fragments as huge as Leden Hill, and squeezed out a few tears:
"I believe that the brave Tol'vir are willing to sacrifice their lives to resurrect Raiden. This is a great moment in history. All the creatures in Azeroth join me in witnessing the selfless dedication of the Tol'vir. The humble Faori
King Si, it’s time to begin.”
King Faoris had a flattering look on his face, waved his hand, and the soldiers brought the sacrifice and killed him in front of Leiden's remains.
It lasted until late at night, and a hundred thousand Lamukaheng people died, with corpses piled up like mountains and blood flowing like rivers.
Raiden's remains absorbed the blood of the Lamukaheng people, and a blood-red breath lingered around them, slowly gathering into a bloody humanoid shape. His facial features gradually became clearer, and he seemed to be somewhat similar to Raiden, but he didn't wake up.
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Sal looked at it, shook his head and said: "The sacrifices are not enough. The ones you sacrificed are the old, weak, sick and disabled. What I need are strong soldiers, at least ten thousand."
King Faoris said flatteringly: "Great savior Thrall, as you wish."
After that, King Faoris whispered something to Ament.
High priest Ament, the spiritual leader of the Lamu Kahen people, stood on a high platform, overlooking the Lamu Kahen soldiers:
"The Tol'vir are noble Titan creations. For millions of years, the guardian Leiden has been protecting us. Now that Leiden has unfortunately fallen, it is a moment for us to be grateful. I hope that the brave soldiers can take the initiative to stand up and give their own
Dedicate your flesh, blood, and soul to Raiden, to Uldum, and to Azeroth."
It's a pity that Ament's speech was ineffective, and no soldier was willing to stand up and sacrifice.
Thrall on the side felt funny. The Ramkaheng people's ability to confuse people was too poor, far inferior to Fording's.
King Faoris felt Thrall's reproachful gaze, his face was burning, and unknown anger welled up in his heart:
"Lord Savior, I will not let you down, I promise."
Faoris raised the scepter in his hand. Under the darkness, the stars continued to shine. A ray of light roared across Uldum and hovered above King Faoris' head, forming a bright starry sky.
The soldiers paled rapidly as they recognized the power of the Obelisk of Stars.
Faoris's eyes widened suddenly, and the stars roared and flew towards the soldiers in front of him.
The power of the stars lies in their control. The Ramukahen are best at fighting at night, and Faoris always has a way to make soldiers die bravely.
The stars cast down countless rays of light, controlling the Ramukahen soldiers like marionettes. They bravely walked towards Raiden's corpse and ended their lives.
Thrall nodded with satisfaction: "Faoris, you really did not disappoint me."
After replenishing the blood and souls of ten thousand soldiers, the bloody humanoid slowly came to life, and all the blood penetrated into the body.
The huge figure stood up steadily, his face was old, his gentle eyes scanned the people present, and he showed a pitiful expression: "My child, why did you sacrifice your life to save me? There are mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and rivers of blood.
Is it worth it?”
Thrall secretly admired that this Raiden was much more cunning than before.
King Faoris replied respectfully: "Great Guardian Leiden, you are the patron saint of the Tolvir people. The Mulkahen people voluntarily sacrificed their lives. No matter how big the sacrifice is, it is worth it."
Leiden clutched his chest and said sadly: "I feel the joy of the Mukahen people's souls, but my heart is still very painful."
Thrall took a step forward and said loudly: "Dear Guardian Raiden, the evil Neferset is the murderer who caused your death. I am the great savior Thrall, and I am willing to help Ramkahen conquer Neferset."
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Raiden sighed: "Neferset is also my child, but unfortunately they went astray. As a guardian, I have to correct their mistakes."
King Faoris was overjoyed. With Raiden's help, the war would be won.
Of course, the premise is that Al'Akir, the Wind Rider, doesn't interfere.
The Lost City of Tol'vir, a fortified fortress built by the Nefersets,
Dark Pharaoh Takaheng was a little discouraged, looked at Lord Nanfeng in front of him and said:
"Why isn't Al'Akir the Windrider willing to help?"
Southwind Lord Shiamet said in confusion: "After Raiden's fall, a mysterious force invaded Azeroth. Before we understand the origin of that force, our lord will not step out of the Wind God's Throne.
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Takaheng smiled bitterly and said: "Well, no one can defeat the resurrected Raiden. The outcome is predictable. We will definitely lose this war."
Lord Nanfeng shook his head: "In ancient times, the Tol'vir people once had great power. I will help you regain your strength."
Takaheng asked nervously: "What do you mean?"
"Remove the curse of flesh and blood." Lord Nanfeng replied.