Accompanied by the majestic and deceitful laughter, the ground of the fortress continued to rise, extending out countless thick tentacles, and countless eye stalks came out of the earth, shooting out spiritual whips one after another.
"This is the power of the Old Gods."
Garrosh was frightened out of his mind. How could an ancient god exist in the world of Draenor?
Sylvanas also changed her expression. Durotan only told them to enter the Land of the Falling Moon without conducting any investigation, which was why they fell into such a passive situation.
"Retreat quickly, quickly."
Seeing more and more tentacles of the ancient god, the front and rear doors of the fortress were sealed. Under the terrifying power of the ancient god, ordinary light-forged orcs could not stop it at all, and could only continue to self-destruct. Unfortunately, against the ancient god
The tentacles' damage is very limited.
At the critical moment, Gianna, who had been silent all this time, said loudly:
"Come to me."
Garrosh and Sylvanas hurriedly ran to Jaina. Jaina opened the purple magic shield, temporarily forcing back the ancient god's tentacles. Then, Jaina cast a group teleportation spell.
After the three teleported away, a figure walked out of the depths of the fortress, and Hogg's eyes rolled around:
"Garrosh, Sylvanas, and Jaina, aren't they already dead? Fortunately, they broke into the Old God's testing ground, otherwise it would be difficult to deal with. This is important information and must be reported to the commander.
report."
In a flash of light, the three of them appeared on a hill in Shadowmoon Valley. They all breathed a sigh of relief after successfully escaping from death.
"Damn it, Durotan is trying to harm us." Garrosh complained loudly.
Jaina whispered: "Durotan just had inaccurate information, or he didn't do any intelligence work at all."
Sylvanas said fiercely: "I understand, Durotan doesn't care about our lives and deaths, but we can't resist him."
The three of them were silent. They had the Holy Light's Order of Absolution in their bodies, and they must obey Durotan's command unconditionally.
"If this continues, we will all die." Garrosh slammed his fist.
Think about how prominent the three of them were when they were alive. Two tribal chiefs and one was the queen of Theramore. They were all powerful beings.
Now he is dominated by little Durotan, how can he be willing to do so.
Sylvanas whispered: "Jaina, you are a student of Antonidas, but it's a pity that he is not with me. You are the one who knows magic best among us. Is there any way to lift the Holy Light Absolution in our bodies?"
Jaina smiled bitterly and shook her head: "To be honest, I have been thinking about the Holy Light's Pardon these days, but unfortunately there is no way. As long as we are in Azeroth, we must accept Durotan's command. This is probably our destiny.
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Garrosh roared angrily: "Orcs will never be slaves. I would rather die than have this ridiculous yoke."
Having said that, Garrosh had no intention of dying. He suddenly thought of something and said to Sylvanas:
"Anyway, we have already died once. Is there any way you can resurrect us after our death? Even if we become undead creatures, I still want to get rid of the Holy Light's Pardon."
Sylvanas smiled sarcastically:
"My body is filled with the power of Holy Light, and I have lost the ability to create undead creatures. Besides, even if you die and become an undead creature, you may not be able to get rid of the Holy Light Pardon Order."
Jaina nodded and affirmed: "The Order of Holy Light is imprinted deep in our souls and cannot be shaken off or removed. Even if we sink into the abyss of shadow, it will always be with us."
"Who said the Holy Light Absolution cannot be dispelled?"
"Who is it?"
A strange voice came, and no one noticed anyone approaching. The three of them were startled again.
Aman'Thul, who had transformed into "Amador" in appearance, walked out with a smile and a condescending aura, as if a god was overlooking all living beings.
"A draenei!"
Garrosh drew the broadsword from his waist, but Sylvanas stopped him.
Sylvanas took a step forward and asked sincerely: "Senior, do you have any way to help us get rid of the Holy Light Pardon Order?"
Aman'Thul smiled slightly and said: "This is just a piece of cake for me."
Jaina's eyes lit up, and she solemnly vowed: "If you can help us get rid of the Holy Light's Pardon, I am willing to do your best."
Aman'Thul glanced at Jaina with a smile, then looked at Garrosh and Sylvanas.
"I do need you to do something for me. Please don't worry, I won't force you. To tell you the truth, I am an undercover agent planted by Sargeras among the draenei. The Age of Holy Light is coming. If you want to live
The only way to go down is to unite, follow me, and I will help you survive. Of course, I am not afraid of you betraying me. Without the Holy Light Pardon, Naaru will not trust you."
After hearing this, the three of them were entangled again. Aman'Sul comforted:
"Don't worry, I will not remove the Holy Light's Pardon from your body, I will only make it ineffective. You need to act in front of Durotan and pretend that the Holy Light's Pardon is still in effect. Then wait for my order and wait until the time is right.
Now, we are the kings of Draenor, and the Age of Holy Light will definitely come, but we can prevent the arrival of the Naaru."
Garrosh's eyes were intense: "Only the Holy Light, no Naaru?"
Aman'Thul nodded: "Yes, the indescribable massive amount of holy light can be used by us. We can create more light-forged orcs, light-forged ogres, etc. I believe that the Legion is willing to provide technical support. We are the Burning Legion's
Holy Light Branch, you are all generals of the legion, leading the army of Holy Light to conquer the universe."
"The first thing to conquer is Azeroth." Garrosh growled excitedly.
"If there is no doubt, I will help you destroy the Holy Light Pardon Order now."
Sylvanas and Jaina thought for a while and agreed with Garrosh.
Aman'Thul cast arcane magic, but it was far beyond Jaina's understanding. The arcane energy penetrated deeply into their bodies. The three of them felt relaxed at the same time, and their shackles were lifted.
"Now you should return to Durotan and truthfully explain everything that happened in the Land of the Falling Moon. Durotan is quite sensible and will not punish you arbitrarily. He is waiting for my order."
After saying that, Aman'Thul quickly disappeared, as if he had never been there before.
Jaina said calmly: "It is much better than my teleportation spell. Even Medivh is far behind him. I am convinced."
Garrosh whispered: "Do you remember the Battle of the Floating Island? I remember that this Draenei was beside Velen."
Sylvanas took a deep breath and said worriedly: "I hope he won't make things too difficult for us."
Jaina used the teleportation technique, and the three of them returned to the Washugu construction site together, and then passed through the teleportation gate to the frontline camp.
The Battle of Highmaul came to an end. Durotan had lost many Lightforged Orcs and was very anxious. He learned that the three men had returned, but he did not blame them.
"The matter in the Land of the Falling Moon can be slowed down for a while." Durotan raised his eyelids and said: "I need you to go out with the army tomorrow, and then tell me what happened in Highmaul."
After understanding today's battle situation, Jaina smiled and said:
"No need for tomorrow, I can tell you now."
Durotan was slightly startled when he saw Jaina walking out of the camp and standing on a high platform casting spells.
A golden eye appeared in the sky above Highmaul, scanned it completely, and then disappeared.
Jaina opened her eyes and said to Duro beside her: