No matter how great they were during their lifetime, they will still become mediocre after death. What is mediocre is not only their powerful strength, but also their minds that are beyond ordinary people.
Thrall, the great savior, King Saurfang, the symbol of the glory of the orcs, and Garrosh, the former chief of the tribe, all have prominent names, like little gangsters in the market, the three of them struggled together.
The damage in the soul state will also be reflected. For example, they were beaten with bruises, bruises, and bloody heads. It makes people feel very funny. I don’t know what people who see this scene will think. I’m afraid they will be deeply saddened.
Be disappointed.
The slender faceless man with graceful lines stepped forward, stretched out two thick arms, and easily separated the three people. One of the pliers clamped Thrall, and the other large pliers clamped Saurfang and Garr hard.
Rush.
Although the Faceless Man is slender, he is actually very large, and the orcs are like a kitten compared to him.
"Three ignorant mortal beings, the world after death is your eternal sustenance. Why worry about the little things in life? The great dark side of the moon will guide you to eternity. Welcome to the Shadowless Land again.
"
The faceless man held the three people between his arms, spread out the wings on his back, and flew into the sky towards the blood moon in the sky.
As he got closer, Sal saw the ruins of an ancient city, a city full of vicissitudes of life, telling of its past glory.
This is a city that is completely integrated with nature. Although the city has long been destroyed, the original form can still be vaguely seen. The entire city is a towering giant tree, and the fruits are the houses. The flowers growing are the city squares and
In the commercial district, thick vines surround the trees. It is a three-dimensional city after streets.
At the top of the city, there was a huge altar with three thick tentacles, two of which were broken, holding up a huge red eyeball, which was the blood moon that Thrall saw.
The giant tree has long since decayed, most of the fruit's houses have been destroyed, most of the flowers are incomplete, withered and withered, the surrounding vines have long been broken into sections, and only the monotonous black and white colors of the originally colorful city are left.
But the ancient history represented by this city, the shocking feeling full of traces of time, is still so intoxicating.
In those ancient times, there once was such a beautiful city standing on the land of Azeroth.
“It’s so beautiful!”
Sal couldn't help but exclaim in exclamation.
The faceless man let out a long sigh:
"This was originally our home, a city that had been destroyed long ago, a microcosm of a great civilization that had long since disappeared. We were once the residents of this city, living a happy life without fighting against the world, until the end of the world.
Coming. It was a terrible war of destruction. Four powerful beings surrounded our god and cruelly tore her into pieces. Countless minions destroyed our civilization, and we became monsters."
"What did we do wrong? We just want to live peacefully, is there anything wrong with that? God protects us and brings us a peaceful and prosperous life. Unfortunately, everything is gone. Countless cities have been destroyed, and civilizations have been lost.
There is only the fury of revenge. We are gathering strength and will surely come back."
"Orcs, your soul is priceless. Welcome you to become our companions and residents of the Shadowless Land."
The three of Sal fell on the decaying giant tree. In order to prevent the three of them from clashing again, they were placed in different positions. Sal was in a incomplete fruit. He looked around cautiously.
There are many dead souls here. In addition to orcs, there are also tauren, trolls, goblins, and some dead beasts. Thrall is looking at them, and they are also looking at Thrall.
"Is that you? Chief?"
An orc walked up to Thrall excitedly. He had a strong body and sharp fangs. He must have been a warrior in his lifetime.
"Please don't call me Chief."
Sal was a little disheartened. He sat on the ground dejectedly, shook his head and said with a bitter smile:
"Like you, I am just a dead soul, a lonely ghost."
"Lord Savior, don't say that. We orcs are still waiting for your revival. Azeroth cannot live without you." The orc looked at Thrall with excitement on his face and admired him.
Sal said with a look of despair: "Everyone is dead, so what hope is there?"
"No, no, great savior, there is hope." The orc said seriously: "Whenever the blood moon disappears, there will be two to three resurrection places, which can give us a new life."
"resurrection!"
After Thrall heard this, his whole heart was filled with hope, and he grabbed the orc excitedly:
"You mean we have a chance of resurrection!"
"Yes, the great savior." The orc said respectfully: "We don't know when the blood moon will disappear, but I have seen someone resurrected with my own eyes. It is absolutely true."
Thrall frowned slightly. He suddenly remembered that during the conquest of Northrend, a small number of soldiers who died suddenly came back to life. No one could explain what happened. Some people said that they were just missing deserters who returned.
"Is it really possible to be resurrected?" Sal felt that he had to give it a try. He was a great savior and he could not give up his ambition. Sal hurriedly asked: "How can I get that spot?"
"The quota is randomly assigned. I don't know whose head it will fall on." The orc said excitedly: "But you are the great savior. You are the only hope for the orcs. I will convey the news to the orcs in the city. As long as
That spot falls into the hands of us orcs, and we are willing to give it to you."
"Can the resurrection quota be transferred?" Sal asked curiously.
"Yes, that's right." The orc nodded honestly and said: "The souls who get the chance to be resurrected will have a small blood moon hovering above their heads, and they can actively transfer them to others."
Under the introduction of this orc, Thrall learned that the souls of orcs in this city accounted for more than 90%.
The tauren can return to the embrace of Mother Earth, the souls of trolls will belong to Bwonsamdi after death, and goblins also have their own soul destinations. Only those abandoned and cursed souls will be sent here.
If the resurrection quota can be transferred, the chance of your own resurrection is very high.
Sal was immediately full of hope for the future.
In the next few days, news of Thrall's arrival in the Shadowless Land quickly spread throughout the city.
Almost all the orcs have sworn that they are willing to give up their precious resurrection slots for the sake of Azeroth, the Horde, and the orcs.
Of course, Thrall is not the only lucky one. King Saurfang and Garrosh have also been supported by the orcs. The thought of resurrecting together with his two enemies makes Thrall feel a little uncomfortable, but he is short of
I can't think of any good solution within the time.
There is no sunrise or sunset in the Shadowless Land, and you can hardly feel the passage of time. I don’t know how long it has passed. On this day, the blood moon hanging in the sky disappeared little by little, and countless eyelashes fell down, covering the huge eyeballs.
.
"The resurrection comes."
"We pay our respects to the great Dark Side of the Moon."
The dead souls in the Shadowless Land all raised their arms and prayed in the direction of the altar where the Blood Moon was.
Three snow-white beams of light fell down, illuminating the three lucky ones. Thrall was lucky, they were all orcs.
For some reason, Thrall felt that this straight beam of light reaching the sky was very familiar. He remembered that the druid was blessed by the moon god, and it looked almost like this.
Thrall was already preparing next to the altar. Next to him were Garrosh with an angry look and King Saurfang with a gloomy look. They were waiting for the three lucky ones to give them the chance to be resurrected.
"Listen, I have a suggestion." Sal said sincerely:
"We don't know what kind of difficulties we will face after resurrection. I'm afraid it will be difficult to regain our previous status. Don't forget the despicable and insidious Wojin, so I suggest we stop fighting and deal with the outside world unanimously?"
"Hehehe, that's your worry, Thrall." Garrosh smiled proudly:
"Vol'jin and I have always been allies. Even if he can't tolerate me, I can definitely return to Draenor and lead my Iron Horde. As for you, Thrall, you can only be a lost dog."
King Saurfang remained silent. He was moved by Thrall. He died due to Vol'jin's betrayal. If he returned to Orgrimmar, he might not be able to escape his murderous hands. It would be better to join forces with Thrall.
"The Iron Horde is our opportunity to rise." Thrall has thought a lot these days. He knows how to convince Garrosh: "Without the help of the Burning Legion, do you think the Iron Horde alone can fight against the Alliance and the Horde?"
"How will you know if you don't try?" Garrosh remained as stubborn as before.
"What we need is survival, war and destruction." Thrall was very confident in convincing Garrosh:
"These days I have been thinking about who is the dark being who supports Wojin behind the scenes. I know all the gods of the trolls. Without such strong strength, the most likely answer is the power of the ancient gods. They can fight against the ancient gods.
Only the Legion, you know, Garrosh, without my relationship with the Burning Legion, the Iron Horde would definitely lose."
Garrosh hesitated for a while, then he was persuaded.
He is not the kind of reckless man who has no brains. He has been constantly thinking about his failures these days. A leader must go through some twists and turns before he can grow.
The Faceless Men sent the three lucky Orcs, who were happy to give up their opportunities to the three greatest warriors of the Horde, the hope of the Orcs.
In the center of the altar, at the base of three tentacles, a bright figure with wings slowly appeared. Although the appearance could not be clearly seen, it was no surprise that it was a woman with a curvy figure, exuding a rich holy light.
"Soul Healer!"
Thrall couldn't help but exclaimed. He had long heard of the legend of the Soul Healer. This was one of the very few methods of free resurrection in Azeroth. The only way to obtain it was through luck.
The soul healer will resurrect the lucky ones, but such opportunities are very rare, so rare that it makes people despair.
"Three lucky orc warriors, the soul healers listen to your prayers."
The soul healer made a gentle voice:
"I will help you resurrect and let you regain your former glory, but your physical body has been destroyed. I can reshape your physical body, but it will require you to be weak for three months. Are you willing to accept it?"
Weak resurrection!
Although it is unsatisfactory, there is no reason to refuse.
Thrall, Garrosh, and King Saurfang all nodded hurriedly, fearing that the soul healer would misunderstand.
"Then, sign this contract! The soul healer's resurrection is not without conditions. You will all need to pay a corresponding price in the future. Don't worry, it will not exceed your ability limits. We don't like to force others to do things."
Three contracts were placed in front of the three of them, with incomprehensible ancient words on them, like densely packed tadpoles. The soul healer closed his mouth and remained silent, as if unwilling to explain the contents of the contract.
Saurfang and Garrosh both signed their names on it without hesitation. Saar hesitated for a while, then thought of the price he would have to pay, and felt that this was a normal transaction, so he also signed his name on it.
The soul healer took back the contract, and three coffins appeared in front of the three of them.
The coffin was opened, revealing three orc bodies that had been prepared long ago.
"Congratulations to you, Thrall, the savior, King Saurfang, the symbol of the glory of the orcs, and an unexpected surprise, Warchief Garrosh. According to the contract, your souls belong to me, hehe."
This voice was so familiar that all three of them panicked!
Sylvanas Windrunner.
There was no soul healer at all, at least not in the Shadowless Land. It was Sylvanas pretending to be one. Thrall immediately realized that this was a conspiracy.
A strong suction force was generated inside the coffin, and the souls of the three people were forcibly sucked into it. (To be continued)