The orcs invaded Lamu Kahen from the north. Although King Faoris took away a large number of elites, the Tol'vir were tall and strong, and even women and children could easily kill the orcs.
It is a pity that Leiden's participation in the war extinguished Ramkahen's resistance. This great being who was respected by the To'vir people and was like a god. When he slaughtered the To'vir people with his own hands, everyone's confidence collapsed.
Countless people cried, screamed, and ran away instinctively.
Unfortunately, the geographical location of Lamu Kaheng is very awkward. It is located at the intersection of two rivers and is surrounded by water on three sides.
King Faoris on the dam looked far away and saw countless people on the other side running to the lake with such helpless expressions. They were brutally killed by the orcs rushing behind them. The lake in Vernal was stained with blood.
Red, bodies piled up like mountains.
The orcs have a clear division of labor, and a few orcs are left to process the corpses and make hard dried meat, even the bone marrow.
King Faoris clearly felt extremely excited, his face flushed abnormally, and he murmured to himself:
"Azeroth is cruel. Thrall killed one race after another. We all know it, but no one dares to say it. Look, this beautiful feast-like killing is the most perfect in the world.
Performance, I really hope this moment lasts forever.”
King Faoris raised his front hooves, propped up his body with only a pair of strong hind legs, and danced gracefully.
Amid the wailing and shouting of the people of Ramukahen, Faoris danced faster and faster, and finally supported his body on one leg, spinning rapidly like a top.
White mist sprayed out from his mouth and nose, his eyes became brighter and brighter, mountains of corpses and seas of blood flowed into rivers, the excited roars of the orcs, and the painful screams and wails of the people became the best accompaniment.
Finally, everything fell silent, and King Faoris ended the performance with impeccable court etiquette.
"Your Majesty the King, we must leave." High Priest Ament whispered.
King Faoris wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Thall's goal is Orgrimmar. Raiden hates the Mogu the most. They will not covet the barren Uldum and will leave soon.
We only need to hide for a while, and we will be the final winners."
Under the cover of darkness, King Faoris led thousands of soldiers guarding the embankment to quietly leave and enter the desolate desert.
The killing lasted all night, and when the sun rose, there was not a single Tovir alive in the entire city.
The mountains of hard dried meat made Thrall grin from ear to ear. A large number of weapons and armors were found in King Faoris's palace treasury, enough to arm a team of 100,000 people.
War and plunder are the magic weapons that the orcs rely on for survival, but Thrall is not satisfied with this.
"Our goal is the Throne of the Wind God, to enslave the Wind Rider Al'Akir, Raiden, do you have any ideas?"
The Throne of the Wind God floats in the clouds, and even if the orcs grow wings, they can't fly that high.
Leiden's body was surrounded by hundreds of void balls, which were filled with the souls of Tol'vir people. He looked at the orcs in the city, shook his head and said: "The number is far from enough. At least 50,000 orcs are needed."
"Fifty thousand?" Thrall was stunned for a moment: "Leiden, what do you want fifty thousand orcs for?"
Leiden sneered and said: "If you want to defeat an elemental lord, or have a huge and strong body like mine, or master advanced magic, no matter how many orcs there are, it is useless, so we can only pray for reinforcements."
"Where did the reinforcements come from?" Thrall asked in confusion.
Leiden pointed to the sky and said in awe:
"Void, I have been dealing with void creatures for many years, using the souls of the Tol'vir in exchange for the power of the void. Unfortunately, the souls of the tol'vir are becoming less and less valuable. If there are orc souls, it will definitely arouse the interest of the void."
The void universe is endless, and even the Lord of the Void cannot bring all the forces of the void under his command.
Thrall pondered secretly. He didn't know that Raiden was communicating with the power of the void. Maybe even he didn't know it.
"So you need 50,000 orcs to become sacrifices to the void. This is absolutely impossible. I am an orc and I can never sacrifice my people. Do you think I am the stupid and cruel King Faoris?"
Vol'jin on the side was secretly amused after hearing this. How could a big man like Thrall care about the lives of his people?
If King Faoris has a heart as stone as stone, Thrall simply doesn't even have a heart. He truly "is nothing in the first place, so how can he cause dust".
Raiden smiled slightly and said: "Thall, as I say when doing big things without hesitation, you should understand that for our great cause, some sacrifices are worth it. As long as I attract a void reinforcement army, it will be easy to enslave the Wind Rider Al'Akir.
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Sal gritted his teeth, made a heartbroken expression, thought for a long time, and sighed:
"In order to save Azeroth, countless orcs have sacrificed their lives, and they don't care about more sacrifices. Well, as you said, I immediately ordered the Cave of Time to send 50,000 orcs, all for Azeroth.
Lars.”
The Cave of Time sent 50,000 orcs, and Thrall directed the orcs to demolish most of the buildings in Ramkahen and build a pyramid-shaped void altar in the city center.
When everything was ready, 50,000 orcs as sacrifices gathered near the altar. The orcs did not know what had happened.
Raiden climbed onto the Void Altar, licked his lips and said:
"Every time I offer sacrifices, I feel particularly excited. I seem to see the endless wheat fields, and the full ears of wheat are glowing with golden light. My heart is full of joy after the harvest."
Thrall looked at the black orcs and said impassionedly: "Today's moment will be written into history. I once again successfully saved Azeroth."
Raiden raised his hands and shouted: "The abyss is at my feet. Only the void can save us. Void, open your eyes and look at this world."
At the top of the altar, the power of the dark void gathered, forming a terrifying vertical eye, staring at the world.
"Come and taste this delicious soul."
Raiden's hand suddenly reached down and grabbed thousands of orcs, covering half the city. The light of lightning flashed, and the charred orc corpses fell to the ground like raindrops. Raiden's palm only
A pure soul remains.
The orcs froze in fear and ran away in panic.
A mist enveloped Lamu Kahen, and the orcs were scurrying around like headless flies, but they could not get out of the altar area. They were fighting against each other, causing countless casualties and turning into a mess.
"I smell delicious soul."
A majestic voice came from the vertical eye: "Leiden, maybe we can cooperate further. Your world is like a farm. Autumn is here, the crops are ripe, and countless souls are waiting to be harvested."
Leiden frowned secretly and pondered for a while: "Then what can I get?"
"This farm is not yours yet. I will help you drive out the owner of the farm, and you will be crowned king."
Leyden shook his head: "No, I just want to leave this cage."
"If you wish, we must first lock the coordinates of this world. I will send some Void Masters. You need to protect them. This is the prerequisite for our cooperation."
Leiden smiled and said: "No one in Azeroth can be my enemy. I am looking forward to this cooperation."