A Mag'har orc with a scar on his face stepped forward and strode toward the pyramid.
"very good."
Gormash, the soul of the ancestors, looked pleased and said loudly:
"We orcs have never lacked warriors. The bloody sacrifices of countless orcs have created a history of invincibility for the orcs. We will surely rise again."
Many Mag'har orcs looked envious and wished they could take his place.
The scar-faced Mag'har orc came to the pyramid and climbed up along one side. Suddenly, in a flash of light, his body was torn apart and he died tragically on the spot. His head rolled down from the pyramid.
Gormash had known this would happen, and shouted: "For the rise of the Mag'har orcs, someone must make sacrifices. The time of dedication has come, and I need to see your courage."
"I'll go."
"I do."
"For the orcs."
Thousands of Mag'har orcs bravely stood up and rushed towards the pyramid shining with colorful lights.
Swish, brush, brush!
The light shone brightly, and these Mag'har orcs did not escape the fate of death. In an instant, corpses lay everywhere and blood flowed into rivers.
Node Prince Shafar led a group of ethereal spirits to watch from the sidelines.
The defense of the pyramid is not difficult to crack. As long as the Void Spirit is willing to take action, there is no need for the Mag'har orcs to die.
But since the Mag'har orcs are so brave and fearless of death, Shafar is certainly not willing to stop them, since they have lost their use value anyway.
Gormash's eyes widened and he shouted hoarsely:
"Orcs, victory is right in front of you, never give up, for the glory of the orcs."
At this moment, the remaining Mag'har orcs were watching each other.
The brave ones among the Mag'har orcs either died while searching for the node location, or disappeared into the purple mist in the center. The last warrior was buried in the pyramid.
It is rare to see so many compatriots in a group who are not afraid of death.
Now, the remaining Mag'har orcs do not have this courage.
Gormash was very unhappy and yelled:
"Trash, you really disappoint me. Do you want outsiders to look down on us? The orcs of the Warsong clan are ten thousand times braver than you. You are a disgrace to the orcs."
A few orcs couldn't bear these words, so they stood up and walked towards the murderous pyramid.
No accident happened, they died tragically at the foot of the pyramid again, with horror on their faces.
Under the pyramid, corpses piled up like mountains, with broken limbs and arms everywhere. The remaining Mag'har orcs were too frightened to move forward.
Gormash looked disgusted and shouted again:
"Orcs, muster up your courage. In my impression, no orc is afraid of death. The rise of the orcs is right in front of you. Are you going to give up like this?"
Unfortunately, no matter what Gormash said, these orcs refused to move, with their heads lowered one by one, like defeated quails.
Gormash smiled sinisterly and decided to use the last trick:
"You are committing a crime and are not qualified to breathe air. It seems that I must teach you what bravery is."
A group of heavily armed orcs appeared. They were the law enforcement forces that Gormash had prepared long ago.
The law enforcement troops held sharp battle axes and drove the Mag'har orcs forward. Some of them were still hesitating and were cut in half by an axe.
The Mag'har orcs cried loudly, and were driven towards the pyramid by law enforcement forces.
When bravery and unafraid of death become the norm, protecting oneself wisely becomes a crime.
Another ten thousand orcs died tragically at the foot of the pyramid, and only the law enforcement troops were left by Gormash's side.
Of course, this is only a part of the Mag'har orcs, there are more orcs waiting at the Auchindoun camp.
Gormash had a gloomy face and ordered: "Let those orcs come over, the rise of the Mag'har orcs is right before our eyes."
Among the law enforcement forces, a young and thin orc took the initiative to stand up and said loudly:
"Let me try it."
Gormash nodded with satisfaction: "Go ahead, young man, I'm proud of you."
Node Prince Shafar noticed that there was not much energy left in the pyramid, and its power was not as powerful as it was originally.
As long as one thousand more Mag'har orcs die, the pyramid will lose its lethality.
It's a pity that this brave young orc appeared at the wrong time.
The thin orc climbed up the pyramid, looking clumsy and lacking coordination in his hands and feet.
Suddenly, the light from the pyramid flashed and hit him.
A shield appeared on the skinny orc, which actually blocked the light of the pyramid.
There is a magician among the Mag'har orcs. Judging from the strength of this shield, he is very powerful.
"Something's wrong!"
Node Prince Shafar realized something and hurriedly shouted:
"Catch him, he's a fake."
The thin orc smiled proudly, he was very close to the node key, and suddenly he flashed to the top of the pyramid.
Grabbing the node key, the thin orc was about to open the portal and escape.
Boom!
The node key emits a blue light, spreading in all directions, and the nearest emaciated orc instantly turns to ashes.
It is not a body of flesh and blood, but a clone made of arcane magic.
Shafar breathed a sigh of relief, not taking any chances, and led the ethereal spirits towards the pyramid.
The speed of the virtual spirit is extremely fast, only slightly slower than the mage's flash.
Unexpectedly, a harsh friction sound was heard, and a large purple translucent hand, almost half the size of a pyramid, grabbed it from a distance and grabbed the node key.
This is the most common mage's hand, but it can produce such an effect, which shows that this mage's strength is extraordinary.
Shafar was already prepared. He gently raised his right hand and released dozens of mana balls in succession.
The spells of Ethereal are their own system, which are essentially different from the spells of Azeroth and Outland.
These mana balls are called Void Beacons and possess various mysterious abilities.
The void beacon collided with the mage's hand, and the purple mage's hand shattered instantly.
Shafar looked at Gormash.
Gormash was so frightened that he felt the threat to his life and hurriedly said:
"It's not me. I was wronged."
The void beacon turned quickly and flew towards Gormash at an extremely fast speed.
Gormash immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed: "Spare me, I don't want to die."
Gormash, who kept saying "you must be brave", turned out to be a coward and a coward when faced with life and death.
Fortunately, the target of the void beacon was not him. After Gormash knelt down, the void beacon flew past his scalp.
Behind Gormash, a golden shield lit up, blocking all the void beacons.
"The power of the Holy Light, are you from Adal?" Shafar asked in surprise.
A young orc came out with a smile on his face, kicked away Gormash who was in the way, and said sharply:
"The node key belongs to the outer domain and should not belong to you virtual spirits."
The voice was obviously disguised, Shafar sneered:
"If you don't belong to our Void Spirit, do you belong to the Holy Light Legion?"
The young orc said coldly: "Of course, those with strength can get it. If you don't want to die, you'd better leave here, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences."
"Then it depends on your ability."
Shafar opened his arms, and dozens of void beacons flew out, condensing into a human shape made of flowing light.
The young orc frowned, and the holy light condensed into a golden spear and flew towards Shafar, but it was easily blocked by the streamer humanoid.
Shafar said proudly: "This is the nemesis of the Holy Light. You will definitely lose."