"You did a great job, and you are worthy of being the most famous liar in Shattrath City." Reshad, the scroll hider, said with admiration.
"I'm not a liar, I'm just an adventurer who doesn't know what he's selling." Grivolta felt that he was wronged, and he squatted on the ground and said fearfully: "Some things haven't been done enough, such as the strings. If you hadn't reminded me, I might have done it.
Understood the Tao."
Reshad grinned: "You don't know what will happen. You have coped well in that situation."
"I'm not doing this for myself." Staring at the sleeping Vol'jin and Kane, Grifta's eyes flashed with hatred: "Strange, how come they are still alive?"
Reshad smiled and said: "Don't worry, they don't have much time left, and they will definitely die without leaving any trace. As long as the covenant is completed, no one can escape the reincarnation of the Shadow Realm."
Grivolta breathed a sigh of relief: "This puts me at ease. When I was in Shattrath City, I saw their original destiny?"
Reshad asked with interest: "Oh, tell me."
Grivolta said sadly:
"My old friend, the prophet Jamalan, was kicked out of the Atal'Hakkar Temple because he accidentally offended Vol'jin. He fled to the Outland with me. He brought out a drop of Hakkar's blood, and with the help of the instability in the Outland
The element saw a scene in the future. Kane Bloodhoof lived to be one hundred and thirty years old and was one of the greatest heroes in the history of Azeroth, but future generations have questions about his race?"
Reshad asked strangely: "Why is this?"
"Because Kane made the tauren disappear from history. The Thunder Bluff tauren, Highmountain tauren, Pandaria's buffalo men, wild tauren, etc. were all fed to the orcs by him. In order to cover up his crimes, Kai
En destroyed all the documents recording the tauren, and no one knew that a race like the tauren once existed in Azeroth."
"This is really a tragedy!" Reshad thought of the glorious Apexis civilization of the Akko Empire, which was being forgotten little by little, and felt the same way.
"Wo'jin's crimes were even more horrific."
Grivolta's face twisted with hatred:
"Wo'jin once said that by stepping on the bones of thousands of people, one person can become a god. In fact, he lied. The original sentence is: by stepping on the bones of ten thousand people, one person can become a god. Wo'jin later became the chief of the tribe and betrayed other races to become an orc.
After being promoted to the Loa God with the food, there are only less than a thousand trolls left, living on the scraps of the orcs? They have degenerated into low-intelligence, entertainment pets raised by the orc nobles. Many civilized races in Azeroth
?
A hundred years later, only the orcs and kobolds will be left, and all other races will be eaten to extinction by the orcs."
"What a bleak and terrifying future this is." Reshad felt a chill on his back, and asked curiously: "Why are there kobolds left?"
"That's not the point." Grivolta held his head high and said, "I deceived them into dying early? This scene wouldn't have happened."
Reshad said quietly: "With heroes like you behind the scenes, Azeroth has hope for the future. Think of us arakkoa, ugh! What a pity. By the way, Emperor Terokk is willing to cooperate with you? According to our agreement, you
There has to be something in return.”
"A large amount of flesh and soul of the Mag'har orcs? This has been agreed upon a long time ago? Don't worry? I will keep my promise." Grivolta was very confident.
The next day, Vol'jin and Kane woke up very late.
Recalling what happened last night, both Vol'jin and Kane noticed something strange, and there was an unknown throbbing deep in their souls.
They unanimously remained silent. Although they all had doubts, they said nothing.
This is the cleverness of being a chief? Ordinary people are deceived? They yell? They are afraid that others will not know, but it will not help, and they will be laughed at.
It's better not to say anything and save one's face.
Skettis remained the same, the poor arakkoa looking at the three of them with evil intentions.
The strange thing is that all the arakkoa that Wo'jin poisoned to death yesterday came back to life, as if time went back.
"Griffota, can you explain me?" Vol'jin asked unhappily.
Grivolta shrugged, spread his hands and said: "Ask me, I have never poisoned the arakkoa. I have already said that Skettis is the junction between the real world and the Kingdom of Shadows, and there are all kinds of evil hidden there.
It is best not to mess with stable factors."
Wo'jin frowned: "What should we do next?"
Grivolta said sternly: "Since we have obtained the wing blade and the white mask, we might as well directly return to the scroll hider Reshad."
Wo'jin was very reluctant, and after a lot of twists and turns, he returned to the original route.
Unfortunately, Woking has no good solution for the time being, so he can only do what he does.
Reshad took the wing blade and the white mask from Wo'jin, put them aside, took out three bottles of potion, and ordered:
"There is a hut south of Skettis, called the arakkoa hut. If you take the shadow potion in the arakkoa hut, you can see the Eye of Anzu."
Wo'jin couldn't believe it: "Is it that simple?"
Reshad smiled slightly and said: "Outsiders come here for the prophecy of the Eye of Anzu. We arakkoa are hospitable and try our best to meet your requirements."
In the arakkoa hut, Vol'jin and Kane took out the shadow potion, but did not take it. They looked at Grivolta together.
Grivolta sighed softly and drank the shadow potion.
Vol'jin and Kane observed carefully, and saw that Grivolta's body gradually blurred, and finally only a blurry shadow remained.
A feeling of discomfort surged into his heart. Grivolta's eyes were gray and everything around him could not be seen clearly. Only one eyeball kept flickering.
Eye of Anzu!
Vol'jin and Kane were both gone, and Grivolta asked in a low voice: "Eye of Anzu, did my plan succeed?"
The Eye of Anzu flashed a light, and Grivolta saw the naked and injured Kane falling to the ground, and the orcs swarmed up and devoured him.
Another scene appeared, Wo Jin fell to the ground miserably, wailing in pain.
Judging from the two people's faces, it was just the past few years, and Grifta was relieved.
When Grivolta's figure became clear again, Vol'jin asked anxiously: "Can I get the Eye of Anzu?"
Grivolta shook his head: "The Eye of Anzu is in the Shadow Realm. You can only get prophecies from it and cannot touch it."
It turned out that this was really the case, and both Wo'jin and Kane were a little disappointed.
There are not many opportunities to obtain the prophecy, so the two of them also took the shadow potion.
Vol'jin stared at the Eye of Anzu and tried to touch it. Sure enough, as Grivolta said, he could not touch the Eye of Anzu.
"Eye of Anzu, can I become a Loa?" Vol'jin asked piously.
A clear scene appeared, and Wo Jin was seen covered in golden light, floating high in the air, overlooking the earth like a god.
Vol'jin was overjoyed, this meant that he could really become the Loa.
The strange thing is that this golden light is clearly holy light.
At the same time, Kane is also asking about the Eye of Anzu:
"The omniscient Eye of Anzu, may I ask where the future of the tauren will go?"
On the prairie, walking on four hooves, creatures similar to minotaurs ate grass leisurely and mooed from time to time.
In the slaughterhouse, beef is processed in batches and various types of canned beef are made.
"Is this the future of the tauren?" Kane frowned, then laughed heartily:
"This is exactly the future I expect. The humble tauren are only worthy of being food for the orcs."