The ogres have been paying attention to Oshugu for a long time. From the first time the draenei came to Draenor, there have been ogre magicians living nearby to obtain first-hand information.
From a long time ago, the Goria Empire has detected the existence of Naruk Ulay. Although Kuri has not recovered from his serious injury, he still retains terrifying strength. In addition, the attitude of the Holy Light Legion is unclear, and the ogres
Don't dare to make a big show of killing a Naaru.
Now, K'urei is about to die, and the Legion of Light has given up on K'urei with a clear attitude. Only then did the head of state Mal'gok dare to send an ogre magician to assist Kor'gall deep into Washugu.
However, in previous detections, the existence of this terrible ghost was not found.
After the three-headed one-eyed demon fell, Kogar realized that he was no match. He glared at the mysterious ghost fiercely and ordered loudly:
"Retreat, retreat quickly."
The ogres led by Korgall returned along the original path and ran out of Washugu Mountain in one breath.
Feeling the bright sunshine, Kogar felt aggrieved and his eyes rolled around, secretly thinking that such a ghost jumped out from somewhere.
An ogre magician asked in a low voice: "Sir, do you just give up like this?"
Kogar shook his head and said coldly: "I heard that holy light has a restraining effect on ghosts."
The mage said in embarrassment: "But there are no wizards among us who study the Holy Light."
Ko'gall thought for a while, and his eyes lit up: "It doesn't matter, the construction site in Washugu is nearby. After receiving Velen's letter, the Lightcast Draenei are willing to become our slaves, as long as they find some Lightcast Draenei
Please help, this ghost is dead."
The mage also nodded after hearing this: "I heard that light-cast draenei will explode after death. Will they release all the power of holy light they have accumulated throughout their lives? In the worst case, they will all self-destruct."
Kor'gall yelled stubbornly: "Damn Ghost, I don't believe it. A hundred draenei blew themselves up and they still can't kill him."
Shortly after Korgall left, another team arrived, led by Durotan, followed by the three chiefs of the orcs.
The actions of Kogar and his party were not hidden from the sentries sent by Durotan. After receiving the news, Durotan immediately came with his troops.
Beside Durotan, Hellscream looked at this steep mountain and secretly said in surprise:
"This is the holy land of the orcs. After the soldiers of our Warsong clan die, we most want to be buried in Washugu. What are these ogres doing here?"
Durotan frowned. Washugu is a sacred mountain. The souls of the orcs' ancestors can often be seen here. Legend has it that souls can live forever here.
"Go in and take a look!" Durotan waved his hand.
Several orc scouts led the way, and Kogar's ogre magicians had cleared the obstacles, and the group successfully reached the depths of the mountain.
"Orcs, go back, this is not the place you should be."
The mysterious ghost appeared again, feeling the power of the light-forged orc's holy light. The ghost showed greed, and its eye sockets flashed with golden light.
Durotan carefully looked at the ghost in front of him, feeling that his body was like a bottomless quagmire, capable of swallowing everything.
"I haven't asked for your name yet." Durotan asked politely.
"My name? I have forgotten it a long time ago. I have been here since I woke up and I don't remember what happened before."
The ghost shook his head in confusion, and his expression quickly became serious:
"I want to protect Washugu and not allow anyone to get close to K'urei. This is my duty. If you go deeper, don't blame me for being rude."
"K'ure?" Durotan searched hard in his memory and exclaimed:
"This is the name of the Naaru. There is a Naaru hidden in Washugu."
Kilrogg said fiercely: "A ghost dares to scream at the Holy Light. It will be destroyed by the Holy Light."
Those who followed Durotan were all the elites of the Lightforged Orcs. Under the command of Kilrogg, everyone merged the power of the Holy Light together to form a terrifying ball of Holy Light, blooming with scorching light, like a small sun.
, and hit the ghost hard.
The ghost didn't look sideways, and slowly opened his arms, as if to embrace the ball of holy light. After the ball of holy light came into contact with him, it was directly absorbed by his body, leaving no trace behind.
"What kind of power is this?" Kilrogg felt his scalp numb. Although there was an undead paladin beside him, he didn't expect that there was a ghost that could absorb the holy light.
"Holy Light, I still need more Holy Light."
The ghost couldn't control the greed in his heart. Almost as if he teleported, he came to a light-forged orc and inserted his arm into the orc's body.
In just an instant, the light-cast orc fell to the ground in pain, and the power of the holy light completely disappeared.
"No, brave soldiers, cover our retreat."
Durotan retreated hurriedly, Hellscream, Kilrogg, and Blackhand running with him, while the ghosts chased after him, absorbing the light-forged orcs whenever they encountered them.
The ghost only absorbed the holy light and did not kill anyone. It chased him all the way to the mountain pass of Washugu before the ghost reluctantly returned to the heart of the mountain.
There seems to be some kind of power that binds the ghost, preventing him from leaving Mount Washuku.
After successfully escaping from Washugu, everyone let out a long sigh, and the orcs who had been drained of the Holy Light also struggled to crawl out.
Hell Roar suddenly thought of something and whispered:
"I know the origin of this ghost."
Facing Durotan's expectant gaze, Hellscream said vividly:
"I have seen such records in the ancient documents of the Warsong Clan. Two hundred years ago, Velen's adjutant Archbishop Hartmass once led a group of Draenei into Nagrand and was captured by Velen near Washugu.
To catch up, Hatmas swore before he died in battle that he would rescue K'urei even if he died."
Durotan pondered for a long time: "Did Hatmas really transform into a ghost to protect K'urei? Hellscream, do you have any ideas?"
Hellscream said with a ferocious smile: "As long as we find the bones of Hartmas, crush them and scatter them into ashes, he will be able to do no harm. I happen to know where they are buried."
It sounded very unreliable, but Durotan couldn't do anything. He nodded and ordered: "Lead the way."
Not long after Durotan left, Khadgar quietly sneaked into O'Shugu alone.
"Kol'gall failed, and Durotan couldn't get in. It seems there is danger hidden in Washugu."
Kor'gall's ogre team is basically intact, and Durotan's orcs have not lost any of them. This is Khadgar's confidence to dare to go deep into Oshu'gul.
It's dangerous here, but not fatal.
After entering the mountain, the ghost appeared again and shouted loudly:
"Human, this is not the place you should be, go back."
Khadgar looked at the ghost in surprise: "You know I'm human?"
There are no humans in the world of Draenor, and the ghost recognizes Khadgar's identity, proving that he has seen humans before.
The ghost shook his head in confusion: "Strange, why do I know you are a human? Have we met before?"
"Yes, we have met before. We were very good friends during our lifetime."
Khadgar carefully observed the other person's expression and tried a little bit.
Seeing that the ghost showed no hostility and seemed to be thinking hard, Khadgar spoke eloquently:
"Don't you remember? You and I crossed the Dark Portal together, fought fiercely with the Iron Tribe, and established a fortress in the Land of the Falling Moon."
"Then who am I?" the ghost asked.
"You are the leader of the Silver Crusade, the High Lord, Tirion Fordring."
Khadgar said seriously:
"You disappeared during the war against the Iron Horde, and I have been looking for you."