"A stalker is a profession that walks on the edge of a knife. A good stalker must not be affected by emotional fluctuations and be super stable. For example, my upper limit and lower limit are almost the same."
Sneaking in the caves of Vogul Ogre Mountain, Vanessa showed off to Robbie in a low voice.
At this time, Robbie did not dare to speak out. Twilight believers holding torches were patrolling around, and they had to choose their routes carefully to avoid running into them.
In addition, there are traps hidden in the dark. In many cases, if an ogre guard walks past and nothing happens, it does not mean that the ground is safe. If he follows, it may trigger a trap.
Vanessa is very cute when she is serious. She carefully avoids all the traps, walks around, and takes out a small notebook from time to time to take notes.
Robbie tilted his head and looked around, only to see Vanessa drawing a map of the cave, marking the locations of all the traps.
"You know, the difference between me and Garona is that Garona always overestimates herself, just like the orcs are superstitious about their explosive power, so they often miss and get captured, and Medivh has to rescue them every time, and I know it clearly
I know the upper limit of my own strength and have never made any mistakes."
Vanessa carefully explored the floor and walls of the cave. There was a renovated trap in front of her, and there was a little blood remaining on the ground.
This is where Garona made a mistake, because she failed to detect the trap hidden at the top of the cave, which resulted in both Garona and Jaina being exposed.
Carefully bypassing the trap, she walked forward about ten meters. She was already close to the deepest part of the cave. Vanessa finally stopped. She shrugged and said, "This is my limit. At least I am ten meters ahead of Garona."
Far."
There was an indescribable dark atmosphere in front of him. Although the surroundings were quiet and only the heavy footsteps of the ogre could be heard, Robbie felt that he was in a busy city and in a strange place where he did not understand the language.
Various unfamiliar languages came into my mind, as if countless people were speaking in my ears that I didn’t understand.
This is a variant of Whispers of the Elder Gods.
Simply explained, the Old Gods bewitched some ogres and drove them into madness.
These crazy ogres translated the whispers of the ancient gods in their own way based on their own understanding. Because everyone's understanding of the whispers of the ancient gods was different, the translation results were completely different.
Outsiders couldn't understand what they were talking about, even if they talked to each other like chickens and ducks, it was a noisy and chaotic mess of a group of lunatics.
A combination of dots, lines and planes appeared in Robbie's eyes. Indeed, this was the limit of infiltration.
Moving forward, the ground and walls seemed to be covered with a thin carpet of bacteria, filled with the flesh-and-blood curse of the ancient gods. They were covered with mushroom-like eyestalks, and the eyeballs rotated, carefully observing the surroundings.
The sightlines of countless eyestalks refract each other, forming a dense network that really even flies can't fly through.
This is where Thrall is imprisoned, and is guarded by Cho'gall's most loyal subordinates. They are all ogres driven crazy by the whispers of the ancient gods. They will only obey Cho'gall's orders. They are the most crazy group of cannibals who are not afraid of death.
Demon Death Warrior.
It was impossible to conduct further investigation. Fortunately, Robbie had the power of the Eye of C'Thun, which was the fusion of the seventeenth Holy Light and the Rune of the Dead.
In this Ogre Mountain, due to the interference of the ancient god's power, the Eye of C'Thun's detection range is not as wide as in Theramore, so it has to take the risk of going deep into the cave.
The power of the Eye of C'Thun gradually deepened, and Robbie saw Kor'gall, an ogre like a mountain of flesh sitting on the ground and taking a nap, with two heads chattering non-stop.
It can be seen that he still retains his independent thinking, but some of his actions are no longer controlled by his mind. For example, the whispers he speaks unconsciously are no different from those of crazy ogres.
It is said that the two-headed ogre has a certain degree of resistance to the corruption of the ancient gods because of its two self-consciousnesses. Even so, judging from Kor'gall's crazy ravings, he is not far away from going crazy.
Suddenly, Kogar opened his eyes, and the large and small eyeballs on his body seemed to be alive and began to rotate rapidly. Kogar woke up from the madness, and his mind regained control of his body.
"The master is looking at us, brother, we have been defeated, my God, the master is angry, so scary."
"Yes, it's all over. My ogre empire is like a broken dream." Another head said fiercely: "It's all Varian's fault. He is just an irritating little kid, no matter how great he is.
Even my wisdom cannot predict the actions of a fool. This is not my fault. I will tear him apart."
"We must speak to Thrall, immediately, right now, before the Child-King attacks."
Ko'gall stood up, muttering unconsciously in his mouth, and strode towards the deepest part of the cave, where Thrall was imprisoned.
This place is like an altar, with four ugly ogres waiting at the four corners. Their joints are covered with tentacles, and sharp bone spurs protrude out of the body in an orderly manner, like a messy armory.
There are faceless men wandering around, and the dark creations on the ground are getting more and more secret, with tentacles, eye stalks, sprayed with poisonous gas, and mouths full of sharp teeth almost everywhere.
In the center was Thrall. His lower body was bitten hard by a big mouth. The sharp teeth penetrated deep into his waist, but strangely, no blood flowed out. The big mouth seemed to have grown together with Thrall.
"Kol'gall, I heard their discussion." Thrall said triumphantly. After countless initial pleas were ineffective, Thrall finally gave up the extravagant hope of kneeling down to beg for mercy and began to face his own heart.
"The stupid human king Varian has come to save me, and you will fail. You lose, Cho'gall."
"Really! Varian's stupid move was indeed unexpected. I don't know how the insidious Jaina fooled him, but do you think they can successfully rescue you? Only I understand the power of the ancient gods. Even the Guardian
Not even Medivh, look at your lower body, Thrall, maybe you can be saved..."
"But only half, your upper body." Another head immediately interrupted, laughing at Thrall loudly:
"A chieftain with no butt and sitting in a wheelchair, oh! oh! Thrall, Saurfang will eat you, eat you alive, so that he can legitimately inherit the position of chieftain."
Thrall fell into thinking. Varian could indeed rescue Thrall, but if he wanted to escape from this big mouth that was connected to his own flesh and blood, only Kor'gall could do it.
Kor'gall is an ogre magician whose strength is comparable to that of Jaina. The power of the ancient gods is everywhere here. It is his home field and he can be teleported anywhere. It is almost impossible to catch him.
Once Kor'gall is allowed to escape back to the depths of the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj, the secret chamber where C'Thun's body is manifested, even Aegwynn and her son will not dare to risk going deep inside.
"Please, Korgall, you have already failed. Why drag me to hell with you? I promise that as long as you let me go, the orcs will never retaliate. Let us act as if nothing happened.
Isn’t it good?”
From Thrall's point of view, kneeling down and begging for mercy is not a shameful thing. A man can bend and stretch. A crazy guy like Kor'gall can easily let him get carried away by begging, and let him go because of his arrogance.
This is the great wisdom of the orcs. They are unreasonable and cold-blooded when they have an advantage. They must be cowardly when they should be cowardly, especially when there is no one else.
"Haha, Thrall, this is the way a king should think. I am very optimistic about you, but this is not enough." One of Kogar's heads stared at Thrall insidiously:
"Look, I don't want to let go of a useless waste, a ruined tribal chief. Even if you return to Orgrimmar intact and your prestige is ruined, you will definitely be eaten by Saurfang because of the extra butt.
Because of my legs, it may take longer to eat you..."
"You will also suffer more pain." Another head added: "So, Sal, your king's wisdom is not enough, you should find a way to save the situation."
Thrall fell into thinking again. These days, he has been thinking about how to beg Kor'gall for mercy, hoping that he would show his favor, as if he was running away for his life. He even came up with a way to betray Orgrimmar and let Kor'gall serve as the chief of the tribe.
When Ko'gall showed his intention to let him go, Thrall was not happy, so I'm afraid the situation he would have to face after leaving was even more difficult.
Kor'gall just wanted him to become the ogre's bride and would never kill him.
Once Saurfang seizes the opportunity, he will definitely eat Thrall in one bite. Maybe Sylvanas will resurrect him and make the former warchief a servant of the Dark Queen. Who knows?
He needs a way to break the situation. (To be continued)