After leaving the arakkoa hut, the three of them had their own thoughts.
Wojin said righteously: "Finding the Eye of Anzu is a task given to us by the great savior Thrall. We would rather die to complete it."
Kane looked righteous and awe-inspiring: "Yes, the Eye of Anzu is related to the safety of the entire Azeroth, and we must not take it lightly."
Grivolta secretly felt funny.
Thrall is looking for the Eye of Anzu to discover the whereabouts of the fragments of the Hand of the Moon.
Vol'jin and Kane each had a chance to obtain the prophecy, but apparently both ignored Thrall's mission and satisfied their own selfish desires.
At the foot of the mountain north of Skettis, Vol'jin took out a magic beacon.
The magic beacon flashed, and after a while, a portal opened.
Silvermoon City Archmage Rommath walked out of the portal and saluted to Wo Jin with a flattering look.
"Have you determined the coordinates of this continent?" Wojin asked coldly.
Romance said flatteringly: "It's confirmed, don't worry about me doing the work."
More than a dozen Silvermoon City mages walked out of the portal one after another, followed by a large group of goblins, carrying various precious magic artifacts in preparation for building a permanent portal.
"Send me to Mag'har Point in Hellfire Peninsula. It's time for the Mag'har orcs to fight to save Outland." Vol'jin ordered.
Mag'har Outpost, Gorkan. Bloodfist ate lunch contentedly.
Since the ancestral soul Gormash invented the Battle of the Black Temple, the Mag'har orcs have enthusiastically signed up to participate in the war, donated money and materials, and the guards at the sentry have made a fortune.
All Gormash wanted was the soul, so Gerkan ordered people to process the bodies of the Mag'har orcs into hard dried meat and sell them to Orgrimmar at a low price.
Since Thrall returned, he has become more enthusiastic about this matter and sent a professional team of trolls to take charge of the slaughtering work.
The troll team was extremely efficient. In less than half a month, 150,000 Mag'har orcs were slaughtered.
Gerkan's net worth increased rapidly, and he had already eaten beef from Mulgore and panda meat from Pandaria.
Gerkan Blood Fist felt guilty at first, but soon became indifferent.
If he doesn't do this kind of thing, someone else will take his place.
Dozens of broken corpses were hung on the fence of the Mag'har post, and their deaths were horrific.
Every time he saw these corpses while passing by, Gerkan felt deeply regretful.
Gerkan's adjutant, a young orc who understands justice well, is brave and resourceful, and is full of blood, wants to expose this hypocritical lie.
The adjutant was very smart. He did not act immediately, but carefully collected evidence and won over many famous people who shared his beliefs.
Gerkan saw it all and neither supported nor objected.
When everything was ready, at a rally in front of the people, the adjutant threw the evidence in Gormash's face.
Faced with the questioning of the adjutants and elders, as well as the seamless chain of evidence, Gormash, the soul of the ancestors, hesitated and was speechless.
Unfortunately, the adjutant was too naive and underestimated the Mag'har orcs' sense of honor.
The people were furious and picked up stones to beat the adjutant and his supporters to death. Their bodies were hung on the railings of the sentry post as a warning to others.
From then on, no one dared to comment on this matter, and Gerkan hurriedly drew a clear line with his adjutant.
Isn't this surprising? The Mag'har take glory too seriously? The battle in the Black Temple is their spiritual pillar? They don't care about any evidence.
Whenever the generals of the Black Temple are eliminated by the heroic Mag'har warriors, the people will fall into revelry.
Anyone who dares to oppose all of this is an enemy of the entire Mag'har orcs and cannot be forgiven.
This is a hypocritical lie compiled by everyone, and the Mag'har orcs are immersed in it and cannot extricate themselves.
For spiritual pleasure? Mag'har orc pride? Sacrificing hundreds of thousands is nothing.
It's a pity that the Dark Temple will be "defeated" one day, and besides, Gormash, the soul of the ancestors, is not so enthusiastic about this matter.
There are too many souls? The souls of the ancestors cannot be digested at the moment.
It is foreseeable that the Mag'har orcs who have spent all their savings will have a hard time surviving this winter, and a large number of Mag'har orcs will die of cold and starvation in villages.
"What does it have to do with me? This is everyone's choice." Gerkan Xuequan comforted himself while eating delicious beef.
"It's time to end the war in the Black Temple."
Gerkan began to think about how to make Illidan's death tragic and touching, while leaving enough suspense.
A glorious and great war, with countless shining stars and many touching heroic deeds, which will surely be recorded in the annals of history for future generations to admire.
Some people took advantage of the opportunity to make a fortune, and the people gained psychological satisfaction. It can be said that everyone gets what they need.
Gerkan drank a glass of red wine and burped contentedly. Suddenly, his eyes blurred, and Wojin appeared in front of him.
"Look at your food, you are almost catching up with the great savior Thrall." Wojin smiled strangely: "You are very good."
Gerkan was so frightened that he sweated profusely and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Lord Wojin, please forgive me if I have offended you in any way."
"You have not offended me." Wo Jin smiled faintly: "I am here to cooperate with you. One hundred thousand Mag'har orcs, their flesh and soul belong to me."
"No problem!" Gerkan agreed and breathed a sigh of relief.
Wojin said solemnly: "Arak Peaks, the Raven Empire has made a comeback, and is colluding with the Black Temple. For the tranquility and peace of the outside world, and for the happiness and well-being of the Mag'har descendants, all Mag'har orcs must be brave.
Stand up and fight for Outland."
Gerkan said solemnly: "For the glory of the Mag'har orcs."
Arak Peaks, Sethekk Valley, the most dangerous place in the world of Draenor.
In the early years, Setai, the wind serpent god, failed in his challenge to Rukhma. A small part of Setai's cursed blood polluted the entire valley, forming what was later known as Setek Valley.
Reshad looked at the gloomy valley and said sadly:
"Emperor Terokk is an immortal legend of the arakkoa. He led the arakkoa to defeat the sworn enemies of the tiger. However, he was betrayed by the priests. He and his daughter Lexi were thrown into this cursed valley, and they were miserable.
"
Reshad's voice gradually trembled and he said regretfully:
"The rise of the arakkoa empire was ended in this way. After that, no wise leader like Emperor Terokk appeared again, and the arakkoa people declined more and more. I studied ancient books and discovered a secret. Emperor Terokk's strength is extraordinary.
, his daughter is a highly skilled huntress, and coupled with the loyal guards who have experienced hundreds of battles, the priests have no chance. They can overthrow the rule of Emperor Terokk and rely on a mysterious being.
."
Grivolta asked in surprise: "Rukhmar, Anzu, or the wind serpent god Sethai who refuses to rest in peace?"
Reshad shook his head: "Perhaps only Terokk himself knows. Although Terokk received help from Anzu and survived in the Cursed Land, his body and memory will always be imprisoned in this valley. Only a large number of orcs can
His flesh and blood can save him."
Grivolta lamented: "Even if Emperor Terokk returns, this world is no longer the age of the arakkoa."
Reshad nodded:
"Yes, the decline of the arakkoa is irreversible. Even the rebirth of Emperor Terokk cannot reverse the situation. I am just unwilling to give in. I want to know who is behind the scenes. I once asked the Eye of Anzu, but unfortunately there is no