Woohoo…
The biting cold wind blew snowflakes whistling in the air.
A group of green-skinned, burly humanoids wearing animal skins were migrating amidst the howling snow and wind. They were a group of orcs.
The sky was filled with snow and wind, and the entire field of vision was covered in a vast expanse of white snowflakes. Even the sky gradually darkened.
Woo~!
The long and desolate horn sounds were heard in short bursts. The orcs who were on the road stopped in their tracks when they heard the horn sounds, and whistled, pulling the huge beasts one by one, forming a circle to block them from the wind and snow.
The orcs, densely packed and methodically, began to build their rest camp amidst the snowstorm. Wood frames and piles of materials were piled up, centered around the transport beasts. Some of the female orcs inside were also busy setting up sturdy tents and cooking.
There were also some orcs with weapons, carrying white frost wolves, returning from the wind and snow. They had just checked the risks around them.
The empty and lonely world suddenly became filled with the air of everyday life.
But the orcs' faces were full of worry and depression, like a group of refugees who had left their homes and had nowhere to go.
"Father, why do we have to leave our hometown?" Inside a tent, a young orc looked at his father and asked.
"Because we must leave, Durotan." Chief Galada of the Frostwolf Clan touched his son's little head and said in a low voice.
"Is it because of the fallen dragon?" The little orc named Durotan asked his father.
"Yes, the Dragon from Heaven. A dragon descended from the sky and came to Draenor. It was cruel and violent, and it corrupted everything it touched.
Wild animals will die, vegetation will wither, and in the area where it is, no life can survive except the undead and its followers.
The most terrifying thing is that it will periodically seek out a new place with abundant life to settle in, rather than being confined to one place. Even if it is just passing by, the pollution it emits can turn an area of land into a barren wasteland.
It is a natural disaster that all orcs must face." Galada's face was heavy as he spoke to his children.
"Can't we kill it?" Durotan asked slightly fiercely. Such was the way of the orcs. Their living environment wasn't exactly good, but it wasn't bad either. Most orcs always had a fierce fighting spirit and were cruel to their enemies and prey.
"Kill it?" Galada smiled bitterly, stroking his child's head and said, "How do you think the Dragon Hunting Festival came about?
For thousands of years, every orc clan wanted to kill the evil dragon. In history, several powerful clans even selected their most elite and powerful warriors to go into battle.
They failed time and time again, and regrouped time and time again. Finally, one day, several clans joined forces to kill the evil dragon.
The orc warriors who returned from slaying the dragon won great respect and worship from all the major clans. But after a while, the evil dragon that had been killed became active again.
The chiefs of the major clans were extremely angry, believing that the warriors had deceived them with despicable lies and insulted the honor of the orcs.
Those warriors were speechless in the face of the returning evil dragon. They were exiled for their sins and were not even allowed to become slaves.
After being driven out, the warriors returned to the evil dragon. This time, they failed to slay it, and instead became its ghosts, howling and wandering in its lair, unable to leave.
"Didn't those warriors kill the evil dragon?" Durotan looked up at his father.
"Of course they killed the evil dragon, but the evil dragon is unkillable." Galada said slowly, "Subsequently, many clans launched another crusade, gathering the mighty forces of multiple clans and finally succeeding in slaying the evil dragon once again. However, the evil dragon is unkillable and will resurrect from the dead.
Over the centuries, hundreds of Orcish warriors have perished at the hands of the evil dragon, and countless clans have been annihilated. It's because there's no way to defeat it, because it can't be killed once and for all, that it's called a natural disaster."
Young Durotan understood what his father said. Looking at his people who were forced to migrate in the wind and snow, he felt angry towards the evil dragon.
Even though he was still young, he was naturally more rational and intelligent than other orcs, and he was not a child who knew nothing. He knew the risks and costs of carrying out a clan migration of this scale in the snow.
The relocation of a clan was never a simple decision that could be made on a whim. They usually needed to find the next gathering place before migrating.
The chosen gathering place couldn't be chosen randomly; at least there had to be enough prey or food around it. Otherwise, a mere food shortage would be enough to weaken and ruin a powerful clan.
The Frostwolf Clan has its own set of survival rules and some alternative new gathering places. They will migrate back and forth regularly in a large area to ensure the ecological cycle of the area.
However, the arrival of the evil dragon disrupted this nearly stable cycle, and they would soon face the most unforeseen predicament.
At that time, it would be difficult to find another way except to start a war with the orcs of other clans in the surrounding area. And this process would inevitably be accompanied by sacrifice and bloodshed.
Victory would grant them a new place to live, re-establishing the cycle and continuing their survival.
If they failed, they would become slaves or even cannon fodder. If the warring clans had little food reserves, then even fewer of their people would survive.
Durotan believed his father would not have chosen this path if he had not been left with no other choice.
"Father!" A burly young orc opened the tent and walked in. He held a piece of animal skin and said to his father, "The Warsong Clan's chieftain wants to invite us to restart the Dragon Hunting Festival! He said that this time he has found a way to eradicate the evil dragon threat once and for all!"
"What?" Galada suddenly stood up from the ground, looking at his eldest son Fenris in shock. The evil dragon cannot be killed, this is a fact that countless orcs have verified with blood and tears for thousands of years. But now, a clan has actually found a way to kill the evil dragon?
"Really. They are bringing people to the frozen wasteland and may be able to meet up with us soon." Fenris waved the animal skin paper in his hand and said it with certainty.
"Is there any more information?" Galada was still a little bit unbelievable. He reached out to take the parchment from Fenris's hand, held it in front of his eyes and began to read it carefully.
"It is said that this method was invented by a man named Held." Fenris said.
Titan.
Guardian Dragon.
Elf.
Human beings.
dwarf.
troll.
Elemental life.
Burning Legion.
Well of Eternity.
Fragments of text flashed through Held's mind again and again. She was analyzing and pondering the vast historical record bit by bit.
"Does a celestial body like a central hub exist?" Held murmured softly in his heart.
Unfortunately, after suffering a loss, Agatha had found a way to prevent her memory from being leaked. Even at the soul level, the other party had taken certain precautions.
Perhaps there was also help from the wizard Aegwynn.
The Burning Legion wants to take possession of that planet, to obtain that incredible energy, and to purify it.
The defeated Bakar was exiled and sealed in a spatial coordinate known only to the guardian dragon.
Agatha had already established connections with the wizard faction on that planet. If she wished, she could use this as a stepping stone, with the help of Aegwynn, to establish relations with other factions as well.
Worse still, that star, like the atrium, was enshrined in a powerful barrier. Even though this barrier had been opened and damaged before, it had remained functional and stable over the millennia, even if it hadn't fully recovered. Without a portal, anyone with a certain energy index would be denied entry to that world.
This is a limitation imposed by Titan.
Held found it hard to believe that Agatha would remain indifferent after knowing that the star had powerful energy.
A contract cannot be violated, but it can be delayed. At least before the other party feels ready to face her, Agatha's greatest possibility is to cut off contact with her and find a way to seize that energy before she can.
What is certain is that the other party will definitely use the power of the indigenous people to specifically fight against her in order to gain an advantage in the battle of souls.
When the souls are connected, all memories and thoughts will be perceived by both parties.
In the darkness, Held opened his eyes and through the thick tent, he seemed to see the humanoids who called themselves orcs wandering outside.
"Do you need a powerful army that can conquer everything?"
…
Time passed quickly. The Frostwolves, now with their goal in mind, soon joined up with the Warsong clan and others who had also arrived.
The first time he saw the Frostwolf clan, Grommash, the chieftain of the Warsong clan, his expression changed: "Galada, it seems you have been contaminated by the power of the evil dragon."
Galada looked at his own skin, which was turning slightly green, and nodded with a wry smile, "Yes, the shamans of our tribe have lost the ability to communicate with the elements. Our souls have been predetermined by them."
Once infected by the power of the evil dragon, it is equivalent to being marked by the evil dragon, and even the soul will be imprisoned and bound after death.
This is the orcs' impression and fear of the evil dragon.
Shamans, who can communicate with elemental spirits, especially view pollution as a deadly poison. One of the signs of pollution is that the skin changes from brown to green, or even red.
The mental state of the infected orcs will be extremely unstable, like a bomb, which may go crazy and explode at any time, hurting the surrounding tribesmen.
"Don't worry, I will ask the high priest to help you clear the infected power." Grommash patted Galada's shoulder and motioned him to follow.
"High Priest?" Galada's face was filled with surprise. Shamans held a pivotal position in every clan. While they typically didn't serve as chiefs, as advisors to the chief, they were the de facto leaders of the clan. They possessed the ability to communicate with the elements and harness their power. Some powerful shamans even had the ability to foresee the future. They planned for the clan's future and were considered the clan's soul.
Those who can be called Great Shamans are, without exception, extremely powerful top shamans in the Orc clan.
"She came to the Warsong Clan a year ago. In this year, she has demonstrated great strength and unparalleled wisdom. Her eyes can see into the future, and she has strong control and control over the elements. She has conquered all shamans who dared to challenge her." Grommash looked proud.
For the Warsong Clan, possessing such a powerful High Priestess was something they could not even dream of. Not only the shamans, but the entire Warsong Clan were willing to obey her.
This includes Grommash himself as the chieftain.
"She?" Galada was a little confused.
"Yes, High Priest Held. A powerful being who controls all elements!" Grommash said slowly. They had already reached the edge of the camp.
Powerful clans formed a circle, guarding a circle of tents in the center.
That was the residence of the shamans. The tall and luxurious tent in the center was where the high priest Held lived.
…
"High Priest, please show your power and eliminate the evil dragon's pollution for the warriors of the Frostwolf Clan. They will become the most powerful warriors under your command, just like the Warsong Clan." Standing in front of Held's tent, Grommash pleaded with Held inside the tent.
A brilliant golden light descended from the sky, enveloping Galada and his three sons and wife. The power was so warm that it made their bodies warm, and at the same time, strands of green breath seeped out from under their skin.
The skin color of Galada and the others was returning to normal at a speed visible to the naked eye.
As the light faded, Galada was surprised to find that his condition had never been better. Even the wounds on his body were forcibly healed by that power.
He even felt that his life had been strengthened.
This method made Galada feel a bit of awe towards the mysterious high priest in the tent.
The status of shamans in the orc community is to be respected as it should be.
…
"According to the high priest, the evil dragon was originally a dragon of life, but it was infected by a kind of evil power, causing its life force to become alienated.
Fel energy robbed it of its life, but as a dragon of life, it was immortal. So it transformed into an immortal dead dragon. It once could bring life, health, and healing to people, but now it can only bring pollution, plague, and toxins to all life.
Grommash and Galadar walked through the camp, explaining everything they had learned from Held: "To truly kill it, we must first defeat and dismember it, using elemental forces to scatter its limbs across the world. Only then can we put it out of harm's way once and for all."