"When I first participated in the Black Temple battle, my commander told me that in the history of Draenor, there had never been any race as great and unyielding as the Mag'har orcs..."
The speaker on the stage was a young orc with a strong build and a ferocious face. His sharp fangs shone with cold light. His tone was sonorous and powerful, and extremely inflammatory.
At this age, he has already reached the position of general, which is equivalent to the previous tribal chief. He can be said to be a young talent with a bright future.
Looking through his resume, the scenes of remarkable achievements are jaw-dropping. The number of Fel Orcs killed alone is enough to fill Mag'har Point.
"Is it too much made up?"
Gerkan Xuequan knew that young people are very timid. If they really saw an evil orc, they would be so frightened that their legs would become weak.
What’s interesting is that the people like this example, and there were bursts of cheers below.
"Young people have played their due role in bringing joy and pride to the Mag'har orcs."
Gerkan Bloodfist recognized the role of young orcs. He is a good role model and he is needed to mobilize one hundred thousand orcs.
One hundred thousand orcs attacking the Arak Peaks, like the orcs who attacked the Dark Temple before, are destined to never return.
Mag'har orcs like to send off affectionate farewells, and are keen to send their beloved relatives and friends to death. They are often so excited that their eyes burst into tears, and they rarely care about the veterans who are lucky enough to return.
In the Peaks of Arak, Rommath's permanent portal was built. Even the picky Vol'jin couldn't find any faults, so he could only criticize Rommath loudly. The blood elf mage was so frightened that he knelt down and begged for mercy. Vol'jin was
This gives you a sense of spiritual pleasure.
Troll happiness is that simple.
Grivolta did a good job. Through communication with the scroll hider Reshad, he finally determined the location where the Mag'har orcs would be sacrificed.
Sethekk Valley.
Does Wo'jin have a general understanding? It is a dangerous valley, and the cursed blood of Seth, the wind snake god, is enough to kill any outsider.
Gerkan Bloodfist is extremely efficient? Not long after the portal was completed, one hundred thousand Mag'har orcs had already assembled.
Not old, weak, sick or disabled? But an orc in his prime.
The Mag'har orcs, who had lost a lot of blood, could still send out such a powerful team? Vol'jin had to admire Gerkan's bloody fist skills.
One hundred thousand orcs passed through the portal and gathered at the entrance to Sethekk Valley.
No tents, lack of weapons and armor? No logistical supplies? The Mag'har orcs only brought a few days of rations? But everyone was in great spirits, as if they were really facing a big war.
"Lord Wo'jin? Are you satisfied?" Gerkan Bloodfist reported to Wo'jin flatteringly.
Vol'jin had a gloomy face and said calmly: "Gerkan Blood Fist, remember? What we do is ultimately to save the world. The blood of the Mag'har orcs will not flow in vain. Today,
At night, order them to enter the Sethekk Valley."
Gerkan Blood Fist struck his chest with his fist and promised that he would complete the mission.
As night fell? Gerkan called the young man who was giving the speech and ordered him to lead the group.
"The insidious main force of the arakkoa is hidden in Sethek Valley. They are trying to use the blood of Seth, the wind snake god, to summon an evil god. You must stop them for the sake of the Mag'har orcs."
The young man looked surprised and asked doubtfully: "Sir Gerkan, Sethek Valley is a forbidden area of life. The Crow People and Wind Serpents have always been enemies. How can it be possible to use Sethek's blood?"
Gerkan said fiercely: "Are you doubting your commander?"
"I don't dare!" The young orc bowed his head respectfully.
Gerkan seriously warned: "Remember, the greatness of the Mag'har orcs lies in their selfless dedication. No matter what difficulties and obstacles they face, they will never take a step back. This is a test for you. Go ahead. I am waiting for your triumphant return."
Good news, you have to prove to the world that the Mag'har orcs are brave and fearless."
The young orc hurriedly swore an oath to complete the mission.
He is one of the beneficiaries of this lie and also a victim.
Life is the price that must be paid for lies.
At night, 100,000 Mag'har orcs gathered in a chaotic manner and headed towards Sethekk Valley one after another.
Most Mag'har orcs have heard the legend of Sethekk Valley and know it as a place of death.
A few relatively knowledgeable people have analyzed that it is impossible for the main force of the arakkoa to be hidden in such a place.
This is just a journey to death.
However, if you are timid or run away, you will be looked down upon by others. Not only will you be punished by military law, but future generations will not be able to hold their heads high.
In contrast, death is easier to accept.
In the Sethekk Valley shrouded in blood-colored mist, the vanguard troops had just entered the mist. Their flesh and blood melted, their muscles and bones melted, and they turned into a pool of thick water before they could even scream.
The team at the back couldn't see what was happening in front of them, but they could vaguely guess it.
A numbness of indifference permeated the entire team, and they went deep into the valley without fear, probably out of some kind of belief.
Vol'jin, Kane, and Grivolta stood on the high slope, looking at the Mag'har orcs who were willing to die.
Reshad, the scroll hider, untied the scroll behind his back, slowly unfolded it, and danced a strange dance.
This was probably some kind of mysterious ritual, and Vol'jin and Grivolta both recalled the voodoo dance of the trolls.
The sacrifices of the Mag'har orcs finally paid off, and the area covered by the bloody mist in the Sethekk Valley gradually shrank.
Vol'jin could see clearly that it was not that the Mag'har orcs had the ability to dispel the fog, but that they were using their lives to consume the power of Seth's curse.
Setai, the god of wind snakes, would never have thought that someone would use such a barbaric method to break his curse.
Vol'jin couldn't help but wonder, could this really bring the Eye of Anzu back to the world?
The number of sacrifices of the Mag'har orcs reached 70,000, the power of the Sethekk Valley's curse was exhausted, and the bloody mist dissipated, revealing the cold sky.
"We won."
"Yes, we survived."
"We are the ultimate victors. The Mag'har orcs have once again proved that we are invincible."
The orcs of Mag'har who survived the disaster cheered, and many orcs were so excited that they shed tears.
This is destined to be a great victory, and the Mag'har orcs have written an immortal chapter with their lives.
Suddenly, a dark wind blew in the Sethek Valley, and an ancient chant sounded:
"The shadow covers the sun, and the raven swallows the sky. The burning sky will eventually be extinguished, and the black wings cover the sky."
Deep in the valley, a tall arakkoa appeared out of nowhere, as tall as two orcs, half-kneeling on the ground and muttering to himself.
The tall arakkoa had unusually bright feathers, and in front of him lay a white skeleton.
"Rest in peace, my child." The tall Crow Man gently touched the bones and turned them into ashes.
The tall Crow Man unfolded a pair of wings, flew into the air, and announced loudly:
"I, King of Claws Terokk, have been reborn from death. I want to tell you personally that the truth hidden behind the scenes is the culprit behind the collapse of the Raven Empire. The enemy you are about to face is a shadow that covers the sun.
Light, come out, I know you have been watching me."
The dark sky suddenly lit up, and a bright light source appeared in the sky, shining with dazzling golden light.
Grivolta looked at it intently and was shocked. This scene was the most familiar and could be seen almost every day in Shattrath City.