One thousand seven hundred and forty-nine chapters: what everyone expects
After hearing Sirac's explanation, everyone showed the same expression.
Velen's words are both true and false. His life span is tens of thousands of years. Who would believe such an old monster?
Death Watcher Sirrak's power is very strong, and Velen, who is blessed by the Holy Light, is no match at all.
Velen secretly prayed to the Holy Light and begged:
"Spare me. The Draenei are desperate. Only the Kingdom of Shadows is willing to accept us. For the continuation of the Draenei, I have no choice but to accept the plague given by the Dreadlord."
"But you shouldn't deceive us." Sirac roared angrily: "All the suffering I have endured and all the suffering of the Tatebo people must be taken back from you."
Seeing Velen's face distorted and his body as weak as an insect, Sirac suddenly made a strange sound:
"The power of time and space, you are not the Velen of this era."
For some unknown reason, Sirac withdrew the bloody light and let Velen fall to the ground, his body shaking like chaff.
"You can go."
Sirac's figure gradually faded and disappeared bit by bit.
Viren narrowly escaped death, and it took him a long time to regain some strength and barely stand up.
Durotan smiled at Velen and grabbed Gerkan Bloodfist by the collar:
"The evidence has been placed in front of you. Only you can prevent the Mag'har orcs from dying."
Gerkan Bloodfist was deeply touched by what he saw in the Auchenai Crypt.
"I know what to do, can you tell me what's in the space-time node?"
Margok replied: "A Titan relic. Only a skilled mage can control a Titan relic. The Mag'har orcs have a poor understanding of magic."
Of course Gerkan knew the magic level of the Mag'har orcs, Cui Tou said dejectedly:
"I understand, the Mag'har orcs will never be used by others and die in vain."
Durotan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, the adventure in the Auchenai Crypt finally paid off.
After leaving the Auchenai Crypt, Gerkan Bloodfist returned to the camp, thinking about how to persuade the tribesmen without hurting their pride.
Although there is sufficient evidence to prove that the collapse of the Ogre Empire has nothing to do with the Warsong clan.
But convincing the proud Mag'har orcs is an almost impossible task.
Even if the evidence is thrown in their face, the Mag'har orcs will not admit it. They always have reasons to defend themselves.
After thinking for a long time, Gerkan Bloodfist decided to find an excuse, such as the invasion of the Dark Temple, to send the Mag'har orcs back to their respective homes.
Just as he was about to summon the small leaders of each village, a subordinate came running over in a hurry.
"Chief, I am very happy. The souls of the ancestors have returned. Senior Gormash Hellscream has led a group of souls of the ancestors and has entered Auchindoun."
"What?"
Gerkan Blood Fist was shocked and turned pale.
Facing the legendary hero, the ancestral soul of Gormash, Gerkan's plan was so feeble and vulnerable.
A large number of Mag'har orcs gathered in the Ceremony Square in the center of Oakington, all of them beaming with joy.
A high platform was built in the center of the square, guarded by about fifty transparent souls of the orc ancestors. Gormash Hellscream stood on the high platform and gave a speech.
Gerkan squeezed out of the crowd and saw Gormash on the high platform at a glance.
Just like what was recorded in the legend, he was tall and ferocious in appearance. Although only his transparent soul was left, his terrifying majesty still made people breathless.
"I'm heartbroken."
Gormash covered his chest and said sadly:
"Back then, I saw the ogres enslaving our noble orcs and leading the Warsong clan to resist the ogres' rule. Millions of orcs united as one and fought against the ogre empire for ten years. They shed blood and lost countless comrades.
He died on the battlefield, so high-spirited, generous and heroic, swallowing up mountains and rivers.
"It's a pity that no matter how great a hero is, he can't escape the fate of death. I turned into the soul of my ancestors and determined to protect the orcs. I only slept for a few years. I didn't expect that you would turn the world into this. Just the Burning Legion, Saint
The Light Legion is nothing more than a group of lowly insects. If the heroes of the War Song are still there, it will be easy to defeat them."
Gormash's eyes widened and he looked around:
"Look what you have become, hiding in the mountains and escaping, as cowardly as a spore man, even the clown Illidan can stand on your head and shit, you have thrown away the great heritage of the orcs, invincible
Where is the Warsong Legion? Where is the dignity of my orcs?
"Compatriots, don't be stubborn. Courage is brighter than ten thousand suns. As long as you bravely take up arms and are not afraid of sacrifice, the Mag'har orcs will surely rise again and rebuild the glory of the Warsong clan, for the sake of the orcs."
"For the orcs!"
Under the stage, the Mag'har orcs cheered enthusiastically.
After everyone gradually calmed down, Gormash shouted:
"The Warsong clan slaughtered the ogre empire, plundered their cities, and stored the ogres into hard dried meat. All the looted treasures were hidden in the space nodes of the Mana Tomb, and there were enough to arm millions of people.
Orc weapons and equipment, twelve thousand chariots, my dear compatriots, we only need to overcome this small difficulty in front of us, and we will become the masters of Outland again."
The Mag'har orcs were so excited that their eyes filled with tears. They had been waiting for this day for too long.
What people want, what everyone expects.
"It's over, everything is over."
Gerkan almost fainted as if struck by lightning, staggered back to the camp, and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Gerkan closed his eyes. What he can do now is to lead his people back to Hellfire Peninsula.
As for the other Mag'har orcs, Gerkan was powerless and could only resign himself to his fate.
The souls of the ancestors have returned, and the exploration of the space nodes of the Mana Tomb is in full swing. In just a few days, 30,000 Mag'har orcs have disappeared.
Node Prince Shafar successfully drew the map and calculated the correct path to the node.
The center of the space node is shrouded in a purple cloud, and anyone who comes close will be sucked into the mist, unaware of life or death.
Node Prince Shafar led the Star Boundary Consortium to study for several days and came to a conclusion.
The fog is the defense of the node key and cannot be cracked.
There is only one way, and that is to consume the defensive mana.
Shafar's rough calculation showed that if a hundred thousand Mag'har orcs were willing to die, the defense would be self-defeating.
Encouraged by Gormash, the soul of their ancestors, the Mag'har orcs did not spare their lives, shouted ancient war songs, and took the initiative to approach the mist.
With the sacrifice of one hundred thousand Mag'har orcs, the fog gradually dissipated, revealing the true face inside.
A small pyramid, made of precious magic crystals, shines with colorful light, and a blue staff is placed on the top of the pyramid.
There is no doubt that this is the Titan relic, the node key.
Years of hard work finally came to fruition, and Node Prince Shafar was so excited that his whole body trembled.
The surrounding Mag'har orcs couldn't help but ask, where are the relics of the Warsong clan?
Gormash was already prepared, and he rolled his eyes and said:
"This staff is a key that leads to secret warehouses all over Draenor. If you get this staff, you can get the legacy of Warsong and rebuild the glory of the orcs. Which warrior is willing to take it?"