Faoris was so frightened that he stumbled and almost fell to the ground. He hurriedly showed a flattering smile and turned around cautiously.
Thrall, the savior, looked at Faoris maliciously with a cruel smile.
Although Faoris still had thousands of soldiers under his command, it was easy to defeat Thrall's army, but they had already been frightened by the atrocities of the orcs. Each of them had weak legs and no fighting spirit. They were defeated by those who were smaller in number than them.
Surrounded by orcs.
"Great savior, I have prepared delicious beef for you." King Faoris was frightened.
Sal raised his head and said coldly: "Beef is my favorite delicacy, but unfortunately I'm tired of it. I really want to taste what the Tol'vir people taste like."
"Lord Savior, I will prepare immediately." Faoris said hurriedly.
Thrall waved his hand and said: "I have eaten Tolvir soldiers and priests' meat, but I don't know what the king's meat tastes like."
Faoris was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he knelt on the ground with four legs: "Great savior, please spare my life."
Thrall snorted coldly: "In order to save Azeroth, countless orcs have sacrificed their lives. King Faoris, are you a coward? You let me down so much, Vol'jin."
Vol'jin hurried forward and looked at King Faoris with a smile.
Sal smiled cruelly and said: "A king is a rare delicacy. Using voodoo magic to maintain his life, I will eat it for thirty days."
Wojin sneered: "King Faoris, it is your honor to be able to sit on the dinner table of the Savior, my dear."
Several orcs took the order, fished out the beef from the cauldron, and threw King Faoris into the cauldron to cook. Wojin used voodoo magic to protect the king's important organs from being cooked and maintain his health.
life.
King Faoris screamed loudly in pain, exactly like the Ramukahen people who were massacred by the orcs. Thrall was happy to hear this, and he also imitated His Majesty the King and danced in front of the cauldron.
Sal tiptoed the ground, carefully and slowly rotating his body.
Wo'jin took out a sharp knife, cut off the flesh of Faoris, and dipped it in delicious sauce. Thrall took it and ate it, shaking his head, and continued dancing.
"It seems you also like dancing." A voice came. This time it was Sal's turn to be so frightened that he fell down with a thud and almost fell into the hot pot.
Sal raised his head and saw a tall figure, it was Raiden, who forced a smile:
"Lord Guardian, we are good friends."
Raiden stared at Thrall and asked:
"I ask you, why did the undead army appear in Lamu Kahen? I have defeated Osrian the Scarless, torn him and thousands of Anubisas into pieces, and eliminated hundreds of thousands of other invading ones.
After pulling the Zerg, Lamukaheng was captured by the undead, and Master Wantu was also kidnapped. Thrall, you really ruined my big thing."
Thrall argued vigorously: "Lord Leiden, this is none of my business. It must be a remnant of Alsace."
Raiden stretched out his right hand and held Thrall's slender body tightly: "I have heard long ago that you had a dispute with the Lich King Arthas. Did you attract the undead army?"
Sal looked innocent: "This is really none of my business. How can you trust me?"
Master Vantu was kidnapped, which ruined Raiden's major event and almost destroyed his hope of escaping Azeroth. The more Raiden thought about it, the angrier he became. He didn't care about a savior or the protection of the moon god Elune. He just wanted to
Vent the anger in your heart.
"Thall, since you like to dance, I will show you the dance of the Titans."
Raiden picked up King Faoris from the pot, threw it aside, and plunged Thrall into the scalding boiling water.
Vol'jin was able to keep Faorius from dying, and Raiden could naturally do the same. Thrall screamed in pain loudly, even louder than Faorius screamed, and kept wailing and begging for mercy, making an ugly appearance.
Humming an unknown tune, Lyden also danced beside the cauldron.
Unexpectedly, the Titan's dance is extremely charming, frivolous and seductive. If it were a slender night elf woman, it would make people's blood rush. Unfortunately, the performer is Leiden, which just makes people want to vomit.
At the end of the dance, Woking foamed at the mouth and fell to the ground unconscious.
Raiden grabbed the cooked Sal and said coldly:
"What kind of savior, what kind of designated Beast Emperor, is just a humble beastman."
Grabbing Thrall and putting it into his mouth, Raiden chewed Thrall's flesh and blood and spit out the skull.
Feeling that he was still unsatisfied, Raiden looked at King Faoris and the orcs and Lamukaheng people who were too scared to speak. Raiden said to himself: "They all say that orcs are the supreme delicacy.
It turned out to be the case after tasting it. Well, the Tol'vir people have long been tired of eating, so let's eat these orcs first."
With a wave of his hand, Raiden grabbed thousands of orcs present and put them into his mouth to chew, with blood flowing down the corners of his mouth.
King Faoris has woken up, and the high priest Ament is helping him heal his injuries. Faoris ignores the severe pain all over his body and lies on the ground: "Thank you to the great guardian Leiden for saving my life."
Leiden said expressionlessly:
"There is no need for the Tol'vir to exist anymore. You are also a Titan creation, and you are also cursed by flesh and blood. Compared with the Mogu, you are a bunch of useless waste. What qualifications do you have to live in this world? I will eradicate all of you.
Just like cleaning up the trash, you are a disgrace to the creation of the Titans."
It’s over!
King Faoris' vision went dark and he passed out again.
"There is no need for waste." Lyden said mockingly.
"Well said!"
A loud voice sounded, carrying supreme majesty, like rolling thunder.
Leiden's expression immediately changed. He hurriedly raised his head and saw a figure wrapped in thunder and lightning and bathed in thunderlight slowly descending. A thunderous voice exploded in Leiden's ears:
"I am the God of Thunder, the King of Regicides, the God of God-killers, Raiden. We haven't seen you for a long time."
The God of Thunder is not as big as Raiden, but he carries an innate majesty, as if everything is surrendered under his feet.
"Ji Wudao, you are still the same as before, arrogant, domineering and arrogant." Leiden said seriously, his eyes slightly tightened.
The God of Thunder said coldly: "Leiden, your strength is not as good as before. Everything is over. Go back with me."
Leiden's eyes widened and he said loudly:
"Why did you save these humble To'virs, Ji Wudao, have you forgotten? Who tricked you into the furnace of origin and blew up your body? Yes, it was the ridiculous To'virs,
You protect them openly and secretly, but because of your inexplicable dignity, you want to kill you, haha. From then on, I will be unscrupulous and slaughter them for ten thousand years."
Thor took a step forward: "Leiden, your heart has been polluted by the void, I can't let you do whatever you want."
"What you can't do, this is not Pandaria."
Raiden concentrated all his power, condensing the power of lightning in one hand and the power of the void in the other.
However, Thor just took a step forward and easily grabbed Raiden's throat with his right hand, dissipating all the energy in his body.
Leiden reluctantly made a voice: "With the power of the unity of heaven and man, you have reached this state."