After leaving the village, Kane Bloodhoof could not bear it anymore and cursed:
"Damn it, that elder lied to us."
At this moment, Wojin had calmed down and whispered: "I was impulsive. I shouldn't argue with him."
Grivolta said with a smile: "Don't worry, this is just one of the clues. We all know that orcs are used to telling lies. We must judge and observe."
In the next Mag'har orc village, the elder with a mustache accepted a bag of hard meat jerky, his eyes rolling:
"The Peaks of Arak sink into Zangarmarsh, just below the Serpent Lake. There is a black portal at the bottom of the lake. It's absolutely true. I saw it with my own eyes."
The three people hurriedly said goodbye.
In another village, an orc elder with a arrogant expression looked at the hard dried meat greedily and said with certainty:
"Do you know Shadowmoon Valley? The fog in Shadowmoon Valley is formed by the evaporation of the blood of Setai, the wind snake god. Arak Peaks and Shadowmoon Valley overlap. You can see it as long as you fly below Shadowmoon Valley.
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"Nonsense." Wo'jin cursed secretly.
There are dozens of clues in a row, all of which are unreliable boasts.
This is also thanks to Vol'jin's extensive knowledge and the fact that he has spent a long time with Thrall and knows how the orcs look when they lie.
Otherwise, you would have been deceived all the time.
Deep in the mountains, there is an ancient orc village.
A skinny hermit took the hard dried meat and smelled it carefully:
"Orc flesh and blood, are the rumors true?"
The village existed a long time ago. Unlike the orcs who moved in later, although the villagers are all skinny, they are in good spirits.
Wo'jin clearly felt that there was the power of shadow in their bodies.
The orc hermit said in a low voice: "We realized a long time ago that orcs live not by eating, but by the energy in the shadows. We are a shadow dieting clan, and we have lived here like mice for a long time."
"Can I ask for your name?" Wojin asked sincerely.
The orc hermit shook his head: "I can't remember, my name existed a long time ago, before the draenei entered Draenor."
Vol'jin was shocked. Based on this calculation, the orc hermit lived for more than 800 years.
The Hermit introduced himself: "We call ourselves Shadow Walkers. Initially, the clan numbered more than 50,000. After receiving the shadow energy, most of the clan members died violently, and less than a thousand survived. The shadow gave us a long lifespan.
But it took away our reproductive capacity? Over the years, due to various accidents, the number of people in the tribe has continued to decrease, and now there are less than a hundred people."
An ancient race that is about to die out.
"We want to go to the Arak Peaks, and we will be grateful." After several setbacks, Wojin was about to give up.
The hermit hesitated and said:
"I don't know the location of Arak Peak Forest. I can only teleport there through magic. I have three scrolls here, which I will give to you."
The hermit handed over three scrolls. Grivolta looked at them carefully and nodded to Wojin:
"It's this kind of scroll."
Grivolta used the scroll first, and then disappeared? Vol'jin and Kane also used the scroll.
There was a flash of light, and the three of them appeared on the top of a cliff.
Below is an endless abyss with floating islands of various sizes. The largest is as big as a mountain and the smallest is only as big as a fist.
The power of the elements roared in his ears, and Wo'jin was certain that this was indeed the Outland.
A winding path extends from the cliff, rugged peaks, and tall trees.
Grivolta led the way. There was a Raven Man camp on the roadside. A Raven Man came out and grabbed Grivolta's arms enthusiastically:
"Griffota, it is indeed you. The last time we said goodbye, I thought you would never come back."
"Azik, my old friend, it's great to see you. How have you been lately?"
The two old friends chatted affectionately, and Woking breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time he was secretly worried.
I was relieved because Grivolta didn't lie.
The worry is that Glivolta is very familiar with this place, and if he turns against Wo'jin, Wo'jin may not be able to escape his death.
"Is there any news about the Eye of Anzu recently?" Grivolta asked in a low voice.
Azik looked around cautiously and said mysteriously:
"Someone has seen the Eye of Anzu. Skettis is just ahead. A great city has been reduced to ruins, slums, and a place where ghosts wander. It's really pitiful."
"We are here for the Eye of Anzu." Grivolta pointed at Vol'jin: "This man is very interested in the Eye of Anzu."
Azik looked at Kane Bloodhoof carefully and asked doubtfully:
"What kind of creature is this? Why does it have two horns on its head?"
"This is a tauren, from the world of Azeroth like me." Grivolta explained with a smile: "Azik, my old friend, who should I ask about the whereabouts of the Eye of Anzu?"
"The scroll hider Reshad must know the whereabouts of the Eye of Anzu." Azik lowered his voice and said: "Reshad is a difficult guy. I hope you can impress him."
Walking along the road, not long after, the ruins of an ancient city towered in front of us.
The dilapidated walls, with only the foundations remaining in many places, and in the dilapidated buildings, the thin arakkoa looked at the outsiders with evil intentions.
Vol'jin noticed that the shadow energy in these arakkoa bodies was more abundant.
"Fortunately, it's daytime now." Grivolta reminded Vol'jin: "Scettis is a dangerous city. The undead are everywhere at night, telling the story of its past glory."
With Kane leading the way, the strong tauren chief successfully frightened the arakkoa.
In the tallest building in the center of Skettis, among the ruins, the three of them found the scroll hider Reshad.
"Three foreign adventurers, wait, why are there such strange creatures?" Reshad looked at Kane Bloodhoof in surprise.
Grivolta said loudly: "Reshad, the scroll hider, can I ask you about the whereabouts of the Eye of Anzu?"
"Oh, do you want to find the Eye of Anzu? It's not difficult, why don't you treat me to some hard meat jerky?" Reshad smelled the aroma of hard meat jerky.
Kane untied a bag of hard meat and handed it over. Reshad said happily: "I like the smell of orcs very much. Listen, there is a row of statues at the front door. You go look for a pair of sharp wing blades. There is one on the east side.
A statue with a white mask on its face, bring me the blade and the mask, and it is forbidden to talk to the inhabitants of Skettis, don't ask why."
The three of them walked on the dirty and dilapidated streets of Skettis. Wojin was worried and asked in a low voice:
"Reshad knows that we are here for the Eye of Anzu. How could he betray the Eye of Anzu for a bag of hard meat jerky?"
Grivolta chuckled: "Arakkoa often enter Skettis, looking for the whereabouts of the Eye of Anzu, all in order to obtain the prophecy. The people of Skettis are very relieved that no one can take the Eye of Anzu away.
"
"Why can't you take it with you?" Wojin asked in surprise.
"You will understand when you see the Eye of Anzu." Grivolta said seriously: "Except for the method I teach you, no one can take away the Eye of Anzu."