The Scourge's progress was smoother than Derek and Orgrim expected, although the Twilight's Hammer sect where Grim Bathory was stationed gathered the remaining Dragonmaw clan and other sub-clans after the Second War. The orcs also enslaved the cavemen and two-headed giants in the mountains, as well as the ogres. They even captured some Gronns from the outside world, but they were no obstacle at all in front of the well-prepared Scourge.
After all, the Twilight's Hammer is just a dark sect hiding in the sewers and playing various conspiracies. Before the rise of the ancient gods, being wiped out by a real army is simply not something that this ragtag group of people can resist.
What's more, the fighting ability of the Scourge Legion far exceeds that of any legion formed by mortals. The undead army that can sweep across the entire Azeroth can easily wipe out the small group of Twilight Cultists hiding in Grim Batol.
After Orgrim's warhammer smashed the skull of the last two-headed giant enslaved by the Twilight cultists, and watched the undead drag the huge corpse behind, Orgrim did not show a satisfied smile, but was deeply moved. He frowned deeply, "Derek, is the intelligence really correct? We have cleaned up the entire city, why can't we find any trace of it?"
The blade in Derek's hand passed over the throat of an orc cultist. He ignored the other person's pleas and fears before death, and gave the other person a cold death without a trace of mercy. The death knight poured the blood from the rune sword on the corpse. He wiped his clothes clean, then spat on the ground.
"The souls of these guys have been eroded by dark magic. They can't dig out any useful information at all. Even if they are resurrected, they will only become brainless zombies." After Derek replied, he extended his butcher knife downwards. An orc.
Orgrim raised his hand to stop him and reminded him, "We are not here to massacre or talk in circles. You and I both know what our master wants."
"Do you think I'm venting my anger?" Derek laughed twice and pierced the chest of another orc cultist with his backhand sword. "Death, pain and... fear - this is what I want."
Accompanied by Derek's voice, the souls of the dead believers were separated from their corpses. Accompanied by extremely painful wails, these souls contaminated by the power of the void traced strange trajectories in the sky, and then headed towards a certain place. Speeding away in one direction.
"This -?" Orgrim was also slightly shocked. He looked at Derek with doubtful eyes, trying to understand what he was doing.
"follow me."
Derek turned over and mounted his death horse. The horse neighed with a "whisper" and then swung its four hooves, following the departing soul.
Orgrim also rode on his horse, but before leaving, he said to a high-level psychic, "You, organize them to camp here and process the valuable materials."
Orgrim then followed Derek away, and soon he drove his horse to catch up with Derek, "Are you letting these souls guide you? But how could they betray their masters?"
He had tried a similar method just now, but he found that these dark and polluted souls would "rather" die than betray their masters. Even though they suffered from the huge pain of soul tearing, they could not tell the location of their masters.
Yes, "there is no way". The souls that are focused on by the power of the ancient gods cannot betray their masters even if they are completely transformed into pure anima.
"When I was very young, like every Kul Tiran, I heard the call of the sea." Derek did not directly explain the reason, but instead stated a past event to Orgrim.
Although Orgrim frowned, his patience and thirst for knowledge, which were far stronger than those of ordinary orcs, made him listen quietly to Derek's next words.
"Kul Tirans are born with a deep connection with the ocean. We have unique tide sages. They control the power of tides and can bless our ships. This is why Kul Tiran's fleet is invincible. On the oceans of Azeroth.”
Derek's narration reminded Orgrim of the time when the tribe's ships were suppressed by Kul Tiras's invincible fleet and could not even leave the port. Although he disliked the Dragonmaw clan, he had to admit that if it weren't for that year, Desperate to control those dragons, the Horde may never be able to enter the oceans of Azeroth.
But even if they weakened the Alliance fleet, they only had the power to sail on the sea in the end. When encountering Kul Tiras ships head-on, the best choice for the orc ships was always to escape.
"However, some people can hear another sound of the ocean... It is the call from the abyss, which is regarded as ominous by most people. The eldest Hai Xian does not dare to touch it easily, but there are still Some people think that this is not a force that needs to be feared." Derek shook his head, as if he thought of something bad. "When I was young, I thought it was just a whisper from the abyss, but now it seems that it is hidden in the deep sea. It's obviously the whispers of the Old Gods."
"Your people are playing with the power of the ancient gods?" Orgrim looked strange. If this is really the case, then why hasn't Kul Tiras been invaded by various monsters?
Orgrim, who has dealt with the ancient gods several times, knows very well how terrifying and ubiquitous this dark power is. Even the powerful Titan guardians have to succumb to the whisper of the void, but why Kurti Lars has always been at peace with the whispers of the void?
"I don't know either," Derek's face showed a little helplessness when he mentioned the hidden dangers in his hometown. "So I proposed to come to Grim Batol not to vent my inexplicable anger on these orcs who joined the cult. To learn more about these powers and the impact he might have on the people of Kul Tiran—wait, here we are."
The two men's horses stopped in front of a gate. They looked at each other. Derek dismounted first and put his hand on the metal palace gate.
To their surprise, the door was pushed open by Derek without any hindrance. Apart from the weight of the metal door panel itself, Derek and Orgrim did not feel any other magical power.
However, in Grim Batol, where almost the entire city is shrouded in profanity and ominousness, such a hall reveals anomalies everywhere.
Derek held up the rune sword, and a faint fluorescence lit up on the blade, illuminating the ground under his feet. Derek stretched out his hand to take a shot, and the grasping hand transformed from the death energy picked up something on the ground. He held it After examining it in his hand, he said with certainty, "This is the skull of a dwarf."
"dwarf?"
After hearing this, Orgrim kicked open the door on the other side with all his strength. Looking around, the white corpses all over the ground were actually the bones of dwarves.
Grim Batol has long been abandoned by the Wildhammer dwarves. It is naturally impossible for these dwarves to die here during the orc war. Looking at the entangled dwarf bones and the rotten weapons stuck in the bones, it is obvious that they were here. There is cannibalism here.
After a short search, Derek had already set his sights on the vacant ground not far away. The corpse that had gone through the years, although covered with dust, was wrapped in a fine robe that had not decayed.
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