Huang Shang walked on the land of Draenor with the heatstroke orcs eating purple sweet potatoes.
He finally realized how satisfying it was to deliberately call the wrong name and then see the other person's crazy expression.
Uther, the Holy Light will stain you to death!
Next, he plans to deal with the orcs in Draenor, and take under his command the orcs who can turn around and use them as Thanos' spiritual beliefs to fill in the shortcomings of the divine religion.
When they were in Azeroth, the Purple Sweet Potato Cult was still a small-scale cult, taking a middle- and lower-class route. Even after including dwarves and some night elves, the number of followers was only a few hundred thousand.
Most of them are casual believers who only like to eat purple sweet potatoes, and there are not many fanatical ones.
For Thanos, these believers are enough for him to bring down the power of the Infinity Stones and help Alsace's clone.
But the arrival of the real body is unrealistic.
This is not possible.
Through the Battle of the Dark Portal, it can be clearly seen that the Dark Web cannot be underestimated. If we fight directly, even if we win, it will be a tragic victory and Azeroth will suffer huge losses.
Without the threat of Sargeras, Azeroth could recuperate, but now the threat of the Dark Titan is imminent. Huang Shang even plans to use Azeroth as the main battlefield and lure the entity from the Marvel Universe to fight.
The coming of Thanos is very necessary.
Even if the plan cannot keep up with changes and there may be changes, the more prepared you are, the better, especially the number of believers, the more the better.
"Instead of being corrupted by the Burning Legion, the orcs would be better off converting themselves to the Purple Sweet Potato Cult."
"These guys with simple minds and well-developed limbs, if they really have to trust the gods, the power of faith is much more abundant than that of humans."
"Crack!"
Just as he was thinking about it, a crackling sound suddenly sounded from under Womar's feet.
Huang Shang looked around and saw a corpse exposed on the soil. It was not completely decomposed, but judging from the appearance and skin color, it was not an orc.
Of course he knew which race this was, but in order to match his identity, he had to ask: "What is this?"
Vomar continued to eat the purple sweet potato, and he was addicted to the delicious taste. He kicked the corpse aside and said nonchalantly: "Damn Draenei."
Huang Shang asked: "What race are the Draenei? How many intelligent races are there in your world?"
Vomar proudly replied: "In addition to the orcs, there is the draenei. The draenei is an exile who escaped to our world. They are shameful betrayers. We, the orcs who value glory, will kill them all. Now this world
There are no more Draenei on the mainland!"
"Oh, I was bewitched by Kil'jaeden and confused right and wrong!"
Huang Shang sneered in his heart.
The predecessors of the draenei were the eredar, the race of Archimonde and Kil'jaeden. Most of this race were tempted by Sargeras and joined the Burning Legion, but some were unwilling.
Along with them, they fled their homeland under the leadership of another leader, Prophet Velen.
Archimonde and Kil'jaeden quit. We are good brothers. We joined the Burning Legion. You escaped with your tribe. What does this mean? Deny their choice, or are you not optimistic about their future?
The two legion leaders regarded Velen as a traitor and kept chasing Draenei. Finally, Draenei came to Draenor, the orc continent, and Kil'jaeden also chased him.
So the orcs were initially spotted by the Burning Legion, either to attack Azeroth or to deal with the Draenei.
And they did.
The Tanaan Jungle has become a cruel and bloody land, with bones everywhere, testifying to the wars that have broken out.
Countless draenei people were killed by crazy and bloodthirsty orcs. It was a genocide. There was no personal grudge at all. All men, women and children were killed. The draenei were severely injured, and seven of them died.
Seven, eight, eight.
The name Draenor was named after the Draenei. The shamans among the orcs were also inspired by the Draenei. The relationship between the two tribes was originally very good. Unfortunately, under the changes of the demon, the blood flow
into a river.
Fortunately, there are still some left, including the leader Velen. Huang Shang has also included them in the faith plan. He does not expect fanaticism. The teachings of the Purple Potato God Cult are very tolerant, as long as everyone gives a little love.
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To understand the details about the fight between Delaney and the orcs, he had to go to a key place. He looked at a towering volcano in the north: "What place is there?"
Vomar looked over, showing deep fear and admiration: "That's the throne of Kil'jaeden!"
"Let's go there!"
Huang Shang turned around and walked directly there.
As they approached, countless green demonic juices surged over like lava.
The aura of evil energy rose rapidly, completely driving away other elements.
But in fact, Kil'jaeden wasn't there at all.
The first person to contact Kil'jaeden, the demon leader, was Gul'dan. Gul'dan also asked the orcs to imagine this mountain as Kil'jaeden's throne, and imagine that Kil'jaeden himself was sitting on the top of the mountain.
Bless and bless all the orcs in Draenor.
From that day on, Kil'jaeden became the object of sexual desire for the orcs.
I have never seen a real person, so I can think of myself as strong as I want.
There are four heads and eight arms, there are ninety-nine arms, there are thirty-six eyes and eighteen butts...
However, this imagination still works. At least the Burning Legion has a closer connection with Draenor. Just ten years ago, Gul'dan led the combat troops of the orc clans to come here and coaxed them to drink the blood of demons.
Grommash Hellscream, the chief of the Warsong Clan, was the first to respond.
Under Grommash's influence, other clans followed suit, and some punished themselves with three cups.
In the end, except for the Frostwolf clan and Orgrimmar-Doomhammer, who had a wrong intuition, all the orcs drank the blood of demons and their skin turned green.
Simply put, it took on the shape of the Burning Legion.
Huang Shang walked on this land, and the mark of time and space was imprinted in the evil energy. He seemed to see the scene where the orc clans formed a blood alliance, and he also saw the orcs who were devoured by blind rage and bloodthirsty.
The Lenny waved his butcher's knife.
The Draenei will not surrender. With the power given by the Holy Light, their combat effectiveness is quite good, but obviously, the orcs with the power of demons are even more terrifying.
Huang Shang's aura spread, and he watched the war in fast forward. The bloody war lasted for eight years, and in the end the orcs won.
Most of the draenei were slaughtered, and the survivors all fled to distant corners, lingering outside the threat of the orcs.
After the brutal massacre, the orcs proved themselves to be a threat, and then passed through the Dark Portal and swarmed into Azeroth, hoping to do the same thing.
As a result, it turns out that having a plug-in and not having a plug-in are two completely different concepts. The strength of the defenders of Azeroth is actually not as good as that of the Draenei, but they can still defeat the orc army.
"I don't dare to go up there!"
After a while, the two came to the foot of the mountain. Womar stopped and looked at the evil lava with fear in his eyes: "Don't go up either, you won't be the opponent of those demons... Huh?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Huang Shang had officially entered the volcano.
The evil energy magma was suppressed by his breath, as if seeing the king, it stopped flowing and bubbled in fear.
Huang Shang turned a blind eye and walked up.
As Womar watched, he felt that the figure rapidly grew in size, quickly surpassing the entire volcano, and then sat down like a god, overlooking the entire continent.
As for Kil'jaeden, he can't go any further!
Is this an illusion?
Or is it true in terms of momentum?
Womar doesn't know.
But the fear and surrender to the devil in his heart had disappeared, and he quickly followed.
When the two came to the top of the mountain, what they saw was a volcano. Huang Shang took a glance and was somewhat satisfied.
This kang is nice, has plenty of energy, and is warm in winter.
Thanos' throne can sit on it.
He immediately began to pray. In fact, it was just a pretense to ask Thanos to locate here.
The world of the orcs is not as blessed as Azeroth, the realm of destiny. Strong foreigners can come and go at will. Thanos only needs to project a will to reverse the orcs' belief.
But it still requires some twists and turns.
Like killing a chicken to scare the monkeys.
"Stop! Intruder!"
At this moment, a ghost wolf suddenly jumped up from behind, took off and turned into an old orc. He first glared at Womar, and then looked over with eager eyes.
Womar's legs were so frightened that they became weak. He saw hundreds of powerful auras appearing behind the orcs. A steady stream of strong orcs jumped up and climbed up from below, surrounding the two of them.
Huang Shang watched with great interest, especially the old orc at the head.
His hair is gray and his face is full of wrinkles, but his body is still very strong, and his brown eyes reveal the coldness and sharpness of insight into everything.
"Haha, what a fate!"
The leader of the Shadowmoon clan and Gul'dan's mentor, Ner'zhul.
The key thing is that this is the first generation Lich King.
It was his plan that gradually led Arthas to degenerate from a paladin of light to a dark death knight, and finally became the Lich King.
His purpose was to seize this young and powerful body, but instead he was devoured by Alsace and became the leader of the Scourge, a super villain who terrified the entire continent.
Of course, Ner'zhul is still an orc shaman now. He planted a dozen secret totems on the ground, and after thinking that they were all infallible, he said: "This is not the place you should be, intruder, you are blaspheming the gods."
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"As invaders, the orcs never thought that they would be invaded. Is this what you mean?"
Huang Shang sneered and played with Gul'dan's head.
Ner'zhul immediately looked over, showing deep surprise: "This is..."
Huang Shangdao: "You may know the skull left behind by an orc warlock after his death. His name is Gul'dan!"
All the orcs were shocked, especially Ner'zhul. The beast's body shook: "Gul'dan! You killed him? Such a strong aura of evil energy, who are you?"
At that moment, you want to backstab yourself, a disciple with a particularly good head shape?
The skull was actually in the hands of the human in front of me, and the aura of evil energy was incredibly abundant!
Such a powerful artifact... Such a powerful artifact!
Seeing that Ner'zhul's strong greed had emerged, Huang Shang smiled, stretched his hand behind his back, and held the Ashbringer in his hand.
Ner'zhul's beast body shook again: "What a strong aura of holy light. If the draenei get this weapon! No, I want to seize it and keep it well!"
"There's more!"
Huang Shang took out the staff of protection again.
Ner'zhul was about to shake his head: "What a strong elemental aura. This unique weapon can even be used by shamans!"
Immediately afterwards, Huang Shang held Frostmourne.
The runes on this sword were pitifully flashing, like neon lights, quite rhythmically.
What it means is, hungry, hungry, hungry!
Just like Galactus, he originally wanted to have a good meal, but ended up being beaten up by Fatty.
It's too bitter.
"What a powerful weapon of the dead. I want...how many magic weapons do you have left?"
Ner'zhul's poop was really shaken out.
The shaman is also an expert in the study of death, so he can feel the power of the dead. However, the power of this rune sword is so terrifying that it makes him feel shuddering.
The key is, does the other party still have it?
Did you open a magical den?
hateful!
Too showy!
But this was still not the end, Huang Shang took out Malfurion again.
The archdruid is currently sleeping, recovering from the injuries caused by forcibly destroying the Dark Portal.
It's more troublesome. Look at Enzos. He has a scar as big as a bowl. He pinches the purple sweet potato and turns out to be a good man again.
But this time, Ner'zhul retracted his poop: "Is this also a weapon? Where did this intruder come from?"
Using living creatures as weapons, the orcs are not so cruel!
So scared!
Huang Shang saw that his face was as pale as a dye vat. He was afraid that N'zoth would be pinched out. This group of short-haired orcs with short knowledge could not support him, so he did not let the six soldiers gather together.
He stood in the crater, looked around, and said loudly: "I come from Azeroth, the world that was invaded by you!"
As soon as these words came out, the orcs suddenly became commotion.
Part of it is anger and hatred, and a very small part of it is shame and nervousness.
Huang Shang added: "Just now, I have destroyed the transmission channel of the Dark Portal. Your invasion of Azeroth has failed!"
The orcs reacted unanimously this time and immediately shouted: "Impossible!"
"We are not invading, we are here to survive!"
"The weak should be ravaged by the strong!"
Ner'zhul was the most direct, looking at a row of artifacts: "If you think you can use them to pray for a decent death, I agree!"
"The weak should be ravaged by the strong. It's a good lesson!"
Huang Shang put the Ashbringer, the Staff of Guardian and the Skull of Gul'dan on his back, and Malfurion thrust it into the soil on the edge. Only Frostmourne, who was extremely happy, pointed to the ground diagonally:
"You will die under Frostmourne, and believe me, you will want to die again before long!"