Chapter 1450: The Shadow Council of the Lord of War I
In the dense black forest, the towering trees are an ominous purple color, and the curved vines are like poisonous snakes, looking at outsiders as if they have eyes.
The power of shadow lingers here, and all creatures in the forest have been contaminated. After a long period of elimination and evolution, the creatures and the power of shadow have reached symbiosis.
Here are the ruins of the arakkoa empire. Many years ago, the arakkoa used the power of the sun to create the extremely glorious Apexis civilization. At that time, they were the masters of the world of Draenor.
Legend has it that the collapse of the Apexis civilization is related to the power of shadow. The evidence is that most of the ruins of the arakkoa are filled with strange shadow energy.
Garrosh was very uncomfortable with the shadow energy, and his skin constantly suffered from needle-like stings.
If the ogre Grimac hadn't occasionally stopped to help him dispel the shadow energy, Garrosh would never have entered such a ghostly place.
There are countless treasures buried in the arakkoa ruins, but few treasure hunters survive. This strange power of shadow can make people get lost.
After walking in the dark forest for most of the day, Garrosh was tired and hungry. It was easier to consume his energy here than in other places.
"Who are we going to see?" Garrosh secretly guessed: "Is it Gul'dan?"
The ruins of the arakkoa and the power of shadow are easily reminiscent of the Shadow Council, whose founder is Gul'dan.
Grimac grinned: "Gul'dan, a good name, but unfortunately you guessed it wrong. What we are going to see is a group of eliminated orcs."
Garrosh was confused, and Grimac asked:
"Do you know who taught the orcs the shamanic ways?"
Although he was reluctant to admit it, Garrosh still answered honestly:
"It's a draenei."
Grimac's eyes were a little strange:
"Yes, the way of the shaman is one of the draenei magic schools. When the draenei entered the world of Draenor, the prophet Velen once carried out a racial purification. In addition to the way of the holy light, other magic
All schools were cut off, including shamanism."
Garrosh had a different opinion. In his time, there were shamans on the Exodar.
Grimac saw Garrosh's doubts and explained:
"Today, the Draenei still retain their shamanic ways, but compared with the shamans in their most glorious period, they are just beginners. The true shamanic ways are extremely profound, and a skilled shaman can inspire
The power of heaven and earth can destroy an entire city
The city was easy. The shaman could have killed Velen, but Velen had the protection of the Naaru, so they could only exile themselves and teach the orcs a little shaman magic in the wilderness, but unfortunately, the orc shaman soon walked in
Wrong path."
The dark forest is depressing and dull.
As we walked, the sky suddenly became brighter, and a beautiful manor appeared in front of us.
"This is the base camp of the evil shaman. Welcome to the palace of revelers." Grimac said with a smile.
There are many palace-like buildings built in the manor, countless pavilions, shaded by green trees, small bridges and flowing water.
Garrosh's eyes widened. Is this the residence of the evil shaman? It's hard to imagine that there is such a beautiful scenery in the Black Forest.
Entering the manor from the main entrance, the ground is paved with valuable green peridots, white jade-like railings, houses decorated with gold and jade, and countless female orcs are playing among them.
A tall old orc with a sinister face came out, followed by a group of guards.
"Outsiders are not welcome here."
The old orc roared angrily, and before Garrosh could say anything, the guards restrained him.
Garrosh is considered a warrior, but these orcs have strange powers that make him completely powerless.
Strangely, the orcs turned a blind eye to Grimak.
Garrosh was escorted to the main hall. The luxuriously decorated hall was covered with blood-red carpets. A large group of orcs in gorgeous clothes were sitting or lying, drinking and having fun. Along with the sound of cheerful music, the maids brought countless food and wine.
People ate meat, drank wine, and laughed wildly, and occasionally it sounded like ghosts crying and wolves howling.
Sitting on the throne in the front was an old orc, wearing a black crown, his beard was so long that it touched the carpet, his eyebrows were like two brooms, and a pair of strange purple eyes stared at Garrosh.
Garrosh was thrown to the ground and looked around secretly, only to see Grimac eating and drinking as if no one was around. No one here seemed to be able to see him.
"New here, what's your name?"
Garrosh replied uneasily:
"Little Garrosh."
Garrosh wisely did not say his last name. Hellscream's last name sounded different and could easily arouse resentment.
"Outsider, do you know who I am?" the old orc on the throne asked.
Garrosh shook his head.
The old orc's long eyebrows trembled and he waved his arms angrily:
"You have forgotten me, your great ancestors, and who saved you from barbarism. Listen up, boy, I am the ancient beast emperor, Draenor, and this world is named after me."
Garrosh's heart was filled with turmoil. Too much history of the orcs was lost. Who was the ancient beast emperor?
The old orc vented his anger, quickly calmed down, waved his hand and said:
"Outsiders, we drink and have fun here all day long. You are very lucky. Come enjoy this glory with us. Where are the eggs? Prepare food for the new couple."
A young orc almost trotted in, quickly brought food and wine, and placed them in front of Garrosh.
The alluring aroma reached his nose, and Garrosh was indeed hungry. Just as he was about to grab the roast and give it to his mouth, the young orc secretly touched Garrosh with his elbow.
Garrosh didn't know why. The barbecue in front of him became rotten and spoiled, black maggots crawled out, and the so-called wine was just filthy black water.
Looking at the food eaten by the surrounding orcs, it was the same as Garrosh's. Only Grimac's food and wine were fresh.
The ancient beast emperor on the throne glanced at Garrosh:
"Why, guest, isn't it to your liking?"
Garrosh said: "I ate solid food on the road, and I'm not hungry."
"Then sing to your heart's content and dance to your heart's content."
Several strong female orcs walked in, and Garrosh looked intently. They were clearly withered bones that smelled of darkness.
Garrosh suppressed himself from screaming, and the young orc, who was called "Goudan", said in a low voice:
"Dear Beast Emperor, please allow me to take this guest to bathe and change clothes, wash off the dust on his body, and then have a carnival with everyone."
The ancient beast emperor nodded: "Go down, go down, I've long had enough of the smell of sweat on this guy's body."
The young orc actually prepared a bucket of water and asked Garrosh to bathe.
Garrosh soaked in the warm water, felt a little more relaxed, and asked:
"Thank you for your help. Where is this place?"
The young orc whispered: "Be careful, don't look around. The more you see, the worse it will be for you. This is the country of the dead and an immortal holy land."
"What holy place?"
"A holy place to learn the ways of shamanism."
The young orc's eyes were clearly filled with hope:
"Only here can you learn the true way of shamanism."