Grandma Gaiaan is very old, with long snow-white hair hanging down to her shoulders.
Her soul is the most solid. The souls of other ancestor orcs are transparent, with a few parts translucent.
The soul of Grandma Gaiaan looks just like a living person, sitting next to the largest fire in the ancestral camp.
"Outsiders, you offered sacrifices, what do you want?"
Grandma Gaiaan turned around, her wise eyes reflected in the firelight.
Akama was about to say something when Grandma Gaiaan smiled faintly:
"No need to say more, let me guess your origins. I have seen the guidance of destiny. You come from a city shrouded in holy light for a great purpose."
Everyone showed surprise at the same time. Legend has it that Gaia'an's grandmother's prophecy was very terrifying, and today it turned out to be well-deserved.
Grandma Gaiaan closed her eyes and tilted her head as if listening to something:
"Your cause is just. As long as you stick to it, your future will be limitless. You will leave your name in history and attract the attention of the world. Future generations will be proud of you."
The big guys couldn't help but beam with joy. Grandma Gaia'an gave a clear prophecy, which strengthened their belief in saving Thrall, the great savior.
Grandma Gaiaan sat back by the fire again, seemingly unwilling to talk more. Akama stepped forward and said:
"We need your help."
A long sigh came, and Grandma Gaiyaan showed a look of compassion:
"I saw that tens of thousands of innocent Mag'har orcs were deceived. They were wandering in the maze, waiting miserably for death."
Akama said helplessly: "For the cause of justice, this is a sacrifice that must be made."
Grandma Gaiaan nodded, showing a look of reluctance:
"I have seen many futures. Only this method can succeed. You are all great heroes. The blood of the Mag'har orcs will not flow in vain."
Akama was secretly happy after hearing this, and said sadly: "Thank you grandma for your help. I thank you on behalf of Azeroth and Outland."
Grandma Gaia'an stood up and said slowly: "Everyone, please come with me."
Everyone followed Gaia'an's grandmother to the depths of the ancestral camp.
It looks like an ancient village, with broken wooden houses everywhere.
In the center of the village, there stands a stone monument, with a blood-red coffin placed under the stone monument.
There was a snoring sound coming from inside the coffin, as if someone was sleeping.
The coffin was covered with a broken flag, and Akama recognized the pattern on it, the flag of the Warsong clan.
Grandma Gaiaan raised her head, looked at the black stone tablet, and asked:
"Everyone, do you know the origin of the Warsong clan?"
The arakkoa are more sensitive to historical legends. Golor Anzu whispered:
"Legend has it that the Avenger Aggramar came to the world of Draenor and sang a passionate war song. The jade stone on the Grond Mountain heard the war song and turned into an orc. This is the origin of the Warsong clan."
Legends are just legends after all, and the conclusion that Aggramar came to Draenor was only drawn from Titan relics in modern times.
Orcs evolved from ogres. The Warsong clan made up this story in order to appear outstanding and refused to admit that they were from ogres.
Of course, this is nothing.
The orc clans in Outland either claim to be descendants of Titans or descendants of true gods.
There once was a clan of orcs who claimed to be descendants of the Void Lord's father.
Relatively speaking, the Warsong clan is already humble enough.
Grandma Gaia'an did not comment on this, and asked again: "Do you know the most glorious period of the Warsong clan?"
The mount merchant Gron muttered in a low voice:
"When Grom Hellscream's father, Gormash Hellscream, was alive, he conquered the powerful Ogre Empire after ten years of war. At that time, other orc clan chiefs knelt before Gormash.
Licking his toes, offering his wife, daughter and slaves, if he hadn't died tragically at the hands of our Gronn, he would have successfully unified the orc clan."
"This is a lie." The ogre slave owner protested loudly: "The decline of the Goria Empire has nothing to do with the orcs."
Grandmother Gaiaan waved her hand and said: "We don't need to distinguish whether history is true or false. The Mag'har orcs in the outer lands do not believe in Thrall, the savior, and think he is a liar. They only believe in Gormash Hellscream and imagine Gor.
Marsh is resurrected and restores the glory and splendor of the orcs."
Akama stared at the blood-red coffin and asked in surprise:
"Is it possible that the ancestral soul of Gormash Hellscream sleeps here?"
Grandmother Gaiaan said with a half-smile: "What does it matter if he is? As long as the Mag'har orcs think he is, he is."
Akama was secretly surprised. Grandma Gaiaan was so scheming. She used the name of Gormash Hellscream to deceive the Mag'har orcs.
In this way, you can keep your good reputation.
Grandma Gaiyaan showed a ferocious look and raised her voice:
"The Mag'har orcs in Hellfire Peninsula colluded with the Void, the Mag'har orcs in Nagrand collaborated with the Burning Legion, and a few ambitious people exchanged the souls of their people for power and forgot the souls of our ancestors. It's time for them to pay
It’s a price.”
Only then did all the bosses understand that the seemingly kind old lady was actually the most sinister and vicious.
Akama nodded: "The glorious history of the Warsong Clan, which is not true or false, is indeed the best excuse."
Grandmother Gaiyaan said categorically: "Whoever believes in this history will pay the price with their lives. We can't blame us."
The coffin slowly opened, the snoring stopped, and a deafening roar came out.
Including Akama, everyone present had their heads buzzing, their legs were weak, and they almost knelt on the ground.
A tall transparent soul climbed up from the coffin, with a ferocious face and looked around.
Grandma Gaiaan raised her hand and said loudly:
"Gormash Hellscream, the crops are ripe and it's time to harvest."
The transparent soul showed a cruel smile: "I like to harvest the souls of living people."
Since the abyss lord Magtheridon occupied Outland, the Mag'har orcs who refused to become fel orcs fled into the mountains.
Life in the deep mountains is very difficult, and it is difficult for the Mag'har orcs to have enough to eat.
The small leaders of the Mag'har orcs either colluded with the Void or defected to the Burning Legion.
With the support of these two major forces, the number of Mag'har orcs multiplied rapidly.
On this day, a small leader woke up and patrolled the village feeling lost.
The simple Maghan village is full of thatched houses that cannot withstand wind and rain.
Orcs are generally listless and have a dull complexion on their faces.
But this does not prevent the little boss from eating fat.
The little leader found the shaman who was in charge of the priests in the village. He hesitated for a long time before saying:
"I dreamed of an ancestor's soul last night, claiming to be Emperor Gormash Hellscream."
The shaman in the village had no ability and was unable to communicate with the souls of the ancestors. He said in surprise:
"Coincidentally, I also dreamed about Senior Gormash Hellscream. He told me that there are secrets hidden in Auchindoun's Mana Tomb, which can allow us orcs to regain our glory."
The fat on the little boss’s face trembled:
"It's strange, our dreams are exactly the same. Back then, the millions of troops of the Warsong Clan conquered the Goria Empire. The arrow array was unparalleled in the world. When a round of arrows rained down, the 50,000 ogre army collapsed. Unfortunately, the manufacturing methods of those crossbows have been lost.