"This is also our last chance, right?" Head of State Margok's eyes were profound.
The Holy Light Array is actually a destruction array.
Antonidas nodded: "If everything goes well, this place will be destroyed together with Naaru."
Margok laughed, and both heads said seriously at the same time:
"Stealing the Great Way of Heaven and Earth, if we don't succeed, we will all die. There is no possibility of compromise. Let's make preparations and welcome the coming of the Holy Light."
The day has come, and according to the guidance of the holy light, the 1,500-meter-high pyramid is surrounded by new and old light-cast orcs, forming a golden ocean of light.
Head of State Mal'gok stood on a high platform, flanked by Antonidas, Overlord Saurfang, and Zul'jin. Surprisingly, the ogre elites from Highmaul were nowhere to be found.
At noon, when the sun was at its hottest, Margok swayed his fat body and walked step by step towards the tall pyramid.
"Kneel down."
A voice came, how to explode thunder.
The voice came from the top of the pyramid, carrying boundless majesty, which represented the will of Naaru.
Millions of old and new light-forged orcs knelt on the ground. Under this terrifying majesty, ordinary soldiers only felt frightened and uneasy, and instinctively surrendered.
Margok raised his head and looked at the top of the pyramid.
A ball of golden holy light is condensing, forming a strange cube head, each face has a face, each face has three eyes, a towering nose bridge, and two mouths, one up and one down. It is very unfriendly.
Margok read such emotions from the strange head and face.
This is the worst case scenario. Margok has communicated with Antonidas. Once the Holy Light comes, it may reveal the veil of previous hypocrisy and become unscrupulous.
The universe is full of strife. The so-called kindness is just a disguise. Once it truly controls everything, it will be replaced by the most terrifying ruthlessness.
Antonidas, King Saurfang, and Zuljin were reborn relying on the Holy Light, but this experience was obviously not friendly. Naaru did not regard them as one of their own, they were just tools and could be given up at any time.
Chess pieces, do not receive equal respect and treatment.
If these three are like this, what will happen to all the living beings in Draenor?
Margok muttered words and was teleported to the top of the pyramid, under the cube head.
The square-headed man looked at him condescendingly and whispered:
"Ogre, you have done well, and the generous Holy Light will definitely reward you."
Margok said cautiously: "My name is Margok."
The cube-shaped head didn't seem to hear it and ordered loudly:
"Ogre, light the torch at the top of the pyramid and make the final coordinate correction for my arrival."
Margok followed the stairs to the top, lit the torch under the cube's head, and suddenly asked:
"Is there any chance for Draenor?"
"Opportunities will only be given to those who are prepared." The cube head sneered: "We will select qualified people to become slaves of the Holy Light. The Holy Light will fill the earth, whether they are dead or alive, everyone will
Can be saved, just like these light-forged orcs."
"By being prepared, does it mean to serve the Holy Light devoutly?" Margok asked.
Cube laughed mockingly: "Childish, the most indispensable thing in the universe is pious faith, which is also the cheapest commodity. The cowardly oppressed people expect to be saved by piety. It is simply wishful thinking and whimsical. I tell you the truth, Holy Light
The Legion doesn't need trash."
Margok looked at the torch in front of him. The not-so-bright flame crackled, and there were stars twinkling in it.
If kindness is not treated equally, the so-called coming of the Holy Light will definitely disappoint people.
Mar'gok's heart began to sink. It was said that the naaru had very different personalities, many internal factions, and different attitudes towards life. The world of Draenor was not very lucky.
The flames at the top of the pyramid suddenly shot up into the sky, forming a pillar of fire dozens of meters high, and at the same time, pious praises sounded from all directions on the earth.
The next moment, a golden ray of light fell straight from the sky and illuminated the cube. At first it was only as thick as a bucket, then the light became thicker and thicker, and a terrifying heat spread out. Margok hurriedly stepped back.
The light stopped expanding, and the light column with a diameter of more than a hundred meters descended vertically. Not long after, the entire pyramid became shining with golden light.
The holy light refracted from the four sides of the pyramid to all directions, and the entire Nagrand was shrouded in golden light.
Margok's heart was filled with peace and tranquility, and he was almost moved to the point of kneeling down to praise the Holy Light.
Looking at the old and new light-forged orcs around the pyramid, all of them had pious expressions on their faces and hysterically praised the Holy Light loudly.
Margok was secretly surprised. The refracted holy light had a kind of bewitching power, which made people unable to resist. If the will was not strong enough, they would just kneel down and praise.
He began to understand what the Cube meant by "qualified people". The majority of devout worshipers were just useless waste. Only by passing the test of the Holy Light and maintaining their own independent thoughts and wills could the Holy Light be pleased.
But under the illumination of these holy lights, even Margok himself could not feel any hostility and could not order a plot against the Naaru who was about to come.
Margok secretly rejoiced that the person who carried out the assassination order was a cold construct, not a flesh-and-blood life that was easily affected by emotions.
The praises reached to the sky, the cube was very useful, but the contemptuous expression was even more annoying.
The golden holy light completely flooded Nagrand, and there was a strange noise. Margok raised his head and saw that several thousand meters above the pyramid, the space had been torn apart by the holy light, revealing a long strip of unfamiliar starry sky.
, like an ugly scar, a ball of blazing light that is difficult to look at moves cautiously through.
Margok endured the discomfort in his eyes and finally saw clearly the secret hidden under the blazing light.
It was a strange, cube-shaped Naaru, as big as a castle, with a blazing light that could not be seen, exceeding the scorching sun that baked the earth at noon.
The cube-shaped Naaru is surrounded by six smaller Naaru, who are constantly praising it loudly.
From the Naaru's praises, Margok learned that the cube Naaru was named Kubo the Light Hunter.
"Draenor, my new hunting ground, prey, here I come." The will of Lighthunter Cooper spread throughout Nagrand.
The seven Naaru crossed the torn space, and the chimney-shaped white building next to the pyramid shot out a soft holy light, supporting Nalu Kubo's huge body and slowly falling down.
"Right now." Margok thought to himself.
"The opportunity has come." Antonidas, who was kneeling on the ground, was in a calm mood.
Among the mountains in Washugu, a mountain peak slowly cracked, and a huge cannon as thick as a water tank stretched out, shooting out something silently.
It was a cannonball as big as a fist, as black as ink, and seemed to suck in all light.
The cannonball condensed by the pure power of shadow, after exquisite navigation, was as fast as a black lightning, hitting the body of Light Hunter Cooper.
With a thunderous bang, Cooper exploded into pieces, and countless light rain fell from the sky.