Chapter 1774: Abyss Lord's Evaluation of Corruption and Corruption
Orgrimmar.
Lor'themar wore a shabby robe and disguised himself as a dirty wandering orc.
Behind him, Silvermoon City's chief mage Rommath was no better, with disheveled hair and a foul odor.
Relying on Rommath's teleportation spell, Lor'themar successfully entered Orgrimmar. He could only wait for news and then go to see Mannoroth.
The gorgeously dressed blood elf nobles were too conspicuous, and other races could easily become food for the orcs, so the two could only disguise themselves as wandering orcs.
"It stinks so much, it's so annoying." Rommath complained dissatisfied: "I said, will Mannoroth be willing to see us?"
"It depends on the gift Alessel sends."
Lor'themar wrapped her robe that was full of lice and bedbugs tightly, stretched her neck from time to time, and looked at the blood elf embassy not far away.
The blood elf ambassador to Orgrimmar is the most dangerous job among the blood elves. On average, he will disappear secretly within three days of his term.
Most likely it would appear on an orc's dinner table and be eaten alive.
Lor'themar is used to sending subordinates who disobey his control to the embassy. Now, this is his only hope.
Not long after, a group of heavily armed orcs swaggered to the entrance of the embassy, and the officer said in a loud voice:
"Overlord Saurfang needs extra food."
Several savage orcs rushed into the embassy, knocked out the young blood elf ambassador, put him in a bag and resisted taking him away.
In broad daylight, blatantly.
Lor'themar lamented, thinking that it was time to choose an ambassador again.
"Hey, you two losers, come here." The orc officer greeted the two of them.
Lor'themar was frightened for a while. It was not absolutely safe to disguise himself as an orc. Orcs would occasionally eat their own kind.
That's why the two of them looked so dirty, hoping that the orc gourmets would lose their appetite.
Being in Orgrimmar, Lor'themar didn't dare to neglect, so he had no choice but to walk over.
The orc officer approached Lor'themar and whispered: "Follow me, Lord Alessel ordered me to hand over a treasure to you."
Lor'themar was suddenly startled.
No wonder Alessel knew the information about Orgrimmar. It turned out that he had already bribed the orcs and weaved an intelligence network.
Lor'themar and Rommath hung their heads and followed the team step by step.
In a private restaurant in a dark alley, the blood elf ambassador was sent to the kitchen for processing. The orc officer took out a box and handed it to Lor'themar.
"Master Mannoroth lives in the cave of the Spiritual Valley. You will be on your own from now on. I wish you good luck."
The orc officer patted Lor'themar on the shoulder, laughed and left.
Spiritual Valley? Smell a smell of sulfur from afar? Romance was sensitive to a dense mass of evil power.
There were piles of bones on both sides of the road, mostly of orcs, but also a small number of other races in Azeroth.
What a terrible appetite for a pit lord? Mannoroth apparently treats Orgrimmar like a cafeteria.
"I think we might be eaten." Romance felt horrified.
Lor'themar was equally frightened. He trembled and said, "I hope everything goes well and the Holy Light protects us."
Suddenly, the terrifying power of evil energy swept across the Spiritual Valley. The skeletons on both sides of the road were wrapped in evil energy, and they stood up one after another and slowly surrounded them.
"Two blood elves, I don't remember this is a snack day." Mannoroth's voice echoed in my ears.
Lor'themar hurriedly said loudly: "I am Lor'themar, the regent of Silvermoon City, and I have brought a special gift? For the great Lord of the Abyss."
The earth trembled violently. The abyss lord Mannoroth rushed out of the cave like a gust of wind and appeared in front of the two blood elves.
Lor'themar respectfully held the wooden box and presented it to him, not even having time to see what was inside.
Mannoroth stretched out his front paws and took the wooden box. When he opened it, he found a black stone.
The inconspicuous stone that can be seen everywhere? It has no characteristics except that it is hard.
Lor'themar's vision went dark? He was done with his thoughts. He had been deceived by Alessel. Whether he was braised or steamed depended on Mannoroth's mood.
Unexpectedly, Mannoroth was ecstatic and rubbed the stone as if he had found a treasure.
"Good stuff, really good stuff. This pattern and this carving must come from the Y'Shaarj Empire. The priests of the Dark Empire have understood that nothing can retain information longer than stones."
Only then did Lor'themar notice that the black stone had been roughly processed and was covered with tadpole-like patterns.
Mannoroth squinted at the two blood elves with his small eyes and asked arrogantly:
"Hey, you two, do you know the meaning of the existence of the Dark Empire?"
Lor'themar was still thinking, and the erudite Rommath replied flatteringly:
"Lord Mannoroth, I know that the ancient gods created the Dark Empire to corrupt the star soul of Azeroth."
"Corrosion?" Mannoroth curled his lips and sneered: "Corrosion and corruption are the biggest lies in the universe. If Azeroth joins the Void camp, they call it corrosion. How ridiculous."
Mannoroth's voice became louder and louder: "There is no distinction between good and evil in power. Good and evil only depend on those who use power, but look at what they have done? Lord Sargeras has noticed long ago that the Eredar people
The most suitable power is evil energy, not holy light. The eredar who accept evil energy have greatly increased their strength, but they call it corrosion.
"The Titans' Pantheon is full of injustice. Lord Sargeras betrayed the Pantheon just because he received unfair treatment, but they slandered him as degenerate. Look at the draenei now, wandering in the stars, miserable.
Incomparably, even the backward and barbaric orcs can slaughter them. Is this what they call salvation?
"Lord Archimonde had countless opportunities to destroy the Draenei, but he deliberately let it pass, just to show all the major forces in the universe that this is the miserable end of accepting the Holy Light. Didn't your savior keep saying that he was killed?
Is it an honor to be eaten by an orc? Does he represent fairness and justice?"
Lor'themar and Rommath listened as carefully as primary school students. Only they themselves know how much they can acknowledge.
Mannoroth said with admiration: "The ancient gods established the Dark Empire to educate Azeroth. There has been a precedent in the universe. After the star soul is hatched and is not affected by the outside world, it does neither good nor evil, and has no scruples.
, it is easy to go astray, because they have powerful power, and it is very difficult to educate them.
"Only through the influence of dreams during the incubation process, can the star soul be wise after birth and choose the path that suits itself. Unfortunately, it was interrupted by the Titans, who wanted to teach Azeroth in their own way.
In the end, he could only become a lackey of the Pantheon, and Lord Sargeras had to destroy the Pantheon."
After Mannoroth squirted wildly, he lowered his head and looked at Lor'themar:
"This gift is good. Eitrigg, a cunning fellow, forged the fragments of the Moon God's Hand and sold them to Alessir at a high price. Then he slandered him with empty teeth and took the opportunity to plot his wealth and destroy the blood elves. Don't
Look at me eating and drinking here, but I actually know everything. Don’t worry, Eitrigg won’t dare do anything to you as long as I say something.”
Lor'themar and Rommath were overjoyed and thanked him profusely.
Mannolos pondered for a long time and grinned evilly:
"My help is not in vain. You need to do one thing for me. The main force of the Dark Temple is the demon hunter. The evil energy has unleashed the potential of the night elves, second only to the upper elf ten thousand years ago. The demon hunter has always been mine.