As we all know, the orcs were once seduced by Kil'jaeden's ancestral soul and became enemies of the draenei.
Although some people think that this is the orcs' excuse for war crimes and blaming the Burning Legion, most people still believe it.
All the slum bosses present showed interest in Akama's proposal.
History tells us that it is impossible to learn lessons. If you can be fooled once, you can be fooled a second time.
The arakkoa Golor Anzu asked in confusion: "But how can we pretend to be the soul of the ancestors?"
This is not an easy task. The big guys who are doing it are cruel, but their understanding of magic is not even enough to get started.
Akama said calmly:
"We don't need to confuse all the Mag'har orcs, as long as some of them believe in us. There is a highly respected old orc in Nagrand. The Mag'har orcs affectionately call her Grandmother Gaiaan."
Everyone here has heard of the name of Grandma Gaiaan.
It's just that this person's whereabouts are elusive and he's hiding very deep.
The tiger man's eyes widened: "I have heard about the name of Gaiaan's grandmother a long time ago. This old lady claims to be the grandmother of Sal, the savior. Sal has sent people to look for her many times, but unfortunately all he found were substitutes."
The one-eyed demon said indifferently: "Yes, many substitutes for Grandma Gaia'an have been executed. How dare you call yourself Grandma the Savior? You are simply impatient to live."
Akama said loudly: "You don't know, Grandma Gaia'an is not a living person, but the soul of an ancestor."
"What?"
The bosses in the slums all showed expressions of disbelief.
The souls of the orc ancestors may be hidden in ancient cemeteries, such as Shadowmoon Cemetery.
Or be led by the mysterious power and enter the sacred mountain of Oshugu in Nagrand.
I have never heard of an ancestral soul walking in the world.
Akama continued: "I don't know the true identity of Gaiaan's grandmother, or maybe she is really the grandmother of Thrall, the savior. She often possesses old orcs who are dying and gives various prophecies.
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The arakkoa Gorol Anzu said in surprise: "So the grandmother Gaiaan killed by the orcs was her possessed body?"
Akama nodded: "Yes, it is easy to kill the physical body, but the soul of the ancestors is difficult to kill."
The mount merchant Goron roared angrily: "Akama, since you mentioned Grandma Gaiaan, there must be a way to find her, right?"
Akama smiled slightly: "Of course, a long time ago, a Broken One accidentally entered the ancestral land of Nagrand Soul Plain and met Grandma Gaiaan."
Golor Ansu hesitated and said: "I heard that the orcs' ancestral land can only be entered by chance."
Akama said confidently: "I know how to enter the land of the ancestors."
All the big guys showed admiration, and Golol Ansu expressed his opinion again:
“But how can we impress Grandma Gaiaan?”
Akama sneered and said: "Do you think Grandma Gaiaan came out to do things for the orcs? You are wrong. If the souls of ancestors want to survive for a long time, they can only rely on devouring souls. The soul is their food supply. The orcs slaughtered countless Delai back then.
Although only a small part of the Draenei souls obtained by the Ancestral Souls, the number of Draenei souls has greatly increased. Now that the outer world has become calm, the Ancestral Souls are in a state of hunger."
"Soul?" Golor Ansu sneered: "It's not difficult. Every arakkoa blanket hides the souls of hundreds of arakkoa. I have enough inventory."
The slave merchant ogre whispered: "Those useless slaves waste my food and give it to Grandma Gaiaan."
Mount merchant Goron said: "I have a lot of mounts that I can't sell, so I'll just kill them all."
The tiger man said proudly: "I have raised a large group of tiger people to peel their skins to make leather. I am willing to dedicate my soul to Grandma Gaia'an."
The one-eyed demon who monopolized the Tears of the Stars said: "The one-eyed demon will not be able to live if it loses its eyes. The quantity is small, but the quality is high. It will definitely satisfy Grandma Gaia'an."
Akama stood up: "Okay, since you all can give enough souls, let us take action, for the great savior Thrall."
Three days later, on the Soul Plain of Nagrand, the big guys of Nagrand followed Akama, looking for the camp of the Souls of the Ancestors.
Behind the bosses, servants drove large groups of arakkoa, tigermen, ogres, various mounts from the outside world, chained one-eyed demons, etc.
The sky in Nagrand is cloudless, with streaks of purple light passing through the sky.
The plains of the soul are covered with green grass, and large groups of cleft-hoofed cattle are grazing lazily. Once this huge creature walks, the earth will shake.
Occasionally, you can see some elemental creatures, and you hurriedly avoid them when you see strangers.
The ancestral land of the orcs is an ancient legend, and everyone's eyes are on Akama.
Akama held a compass in his hand and led the way with confidence.
"Yes, here it is."
At the foot of the mountain, five boulders surround a pool of ashes, looking like some ancient ritual.
"This is the land of the ancestors?" The arakkoa Golor Ansu touched the sword in his waist, feeling that he had been fooled.
Akama explained: "Don't underestimate this pile of ashes. This is the key to the land of the ancestors. As long as the bonfire is lit, the land of the ancestors will appear in front of us."
The mount businessman Goron walked over, picked up the ashes and smelled: "Strange, what kind of ashes are left after burning wood?"
The one-eyed demon picked up a piece of wood that could not be burned: "I smell the smell of evil energy."
Akama said calmly: "This is wood contaminated by evil energy, which can entrust the soul. There are a lot of this kind of wood in Nagrand, so hurry up and collect some."
There is a dense forest in the north of the Soul Plain. It has been contaminated by the evil energy of the Burning Legion, and the green trees have turned into an ominous black.
The servants quickly collected large amounts of fel wood.
In the center of the five black boulders, there are piles of evil wood.
Akama ordered people to kill the slaves and mounts of various races brought next to the evil wood, and use special magic to make their souls attached to the evil wood.
Finally, Akama ignited the fel wood.
The green flames burned blazingly, and countless souls howled miserably in the flames.
Akama stood by the fire with a drunken look on his face.
The big guys present didn't know that Akama had part of his soul taken out by Illidan and made into Akama's shadow, and his soul was incomplete.
With the help of rituals from the ancestral land, Akama repairs the damage to the soul.
Suddenly, a jet-black light appeared at the top of the fire and spread rapidly outward.
The blue sky and green grassy land disappeared in an instant, and the world turned into black and white.
The sky was black and you couldn't see your fingers, as if you were in a dark night.
There was no wind, but there was a cold feeling that penetrated to the bone.
Puddles of green bonfires flickered on the ground, and around the bonfires sat transparent orc souls.
"Living people, why do you disturb the peace of the dead?"
A voice sounded, and the soul of an orc appeared in front of everyone.
Even though the big bosses were making waves in the slums of Shattrath City, in a place full of weirdness like this, they were all so frightened that they were speechless.
Only Akama looked normal and slowly opened his eyes:
"We want to see Grandma Gaiaan."
The orc soul took a sharp breath, inhaled all the soul fragments into his nose, and nodded with satisfaction:
"You have offered enough sacrifices to qualify to meet Grandma Gaia'an. Please come with me."