Azeroth’s Death Track

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Necromancer, this is a profession in the ancient orc tradition.

They were first born hundreds of years ago, in the Shadowmoon clan, who is good at stargazing and predicting the future and fate of the world of Draenor, the first-generation psychic was used as a medium to communicate the living and the dead in the ritual of sacrificial ancestors. The important part appears in the orc world.

While the orcs were still in the shaman priest’s natural faith, the psychics were considered a mysterious phenomenon. They could summon the dead ancestors and use their ancient wisdom when the living people encountered difficulties. Enlighten and help the living.

This was once a very important part of the orc's original beliefs.

But in the dark power of the universe, they used the hands of the old chief of the Shadowmoon clan Ner'zhul and the traitor Gul'dan to erode the Draenor world little by little, and after the natural belief finally collapsed, the once noble psychic The teachers are completely marginalized.

Compared with the one cultivated by Gul'dan, it is extremely aggressive, uses shadow and corrosive power, and can also call demon warlocks. Necromancers do not play much role on the battlefield, but in times of war. This kind of weakness is doomed to the decline of the Necromancer.

However...After Orgrim killed the incompetent Blackhand Chief Blackhand and took over the Orc Horde, this warrior chieftain who hated the Warlock banned the presence of the Warlock in the Horde, and once raised the shadow of fear and death. The parliament was hacked to death by the orc warriors.

The fact that they captured half of the continent later proved that even if there were no warlocks, the warriors of the tribe could still win big and again!

In this case, the warlock leader Gul'dan, who lived to beg for his life, had to once again rely on the power of the orc psychic, who was about to disappear. In order to show that he was "useful", he swore to the chieftain that he himself Will bring a powerful war weapon to the tribe.

Reed Blackhand strode into the dark cave at the bottom of Grimbaut. Behind him, two strong orc warriors carried a rough wooden box.

When he stepped into this dark cave, Reid covered his nose in disgust. The dark air was filled with the smell of flesh and blood, and the smell of rotting nausea, and some cold touch that made him very uncomfortable. Like... like there are some invisible ghost creatures in the air.

An old orc wrapped all over in a black hood stepped forward, carrying a weird lantern in his hand, the pale white light could only illuminate his feet, and gave an extremely weird feeling, he stood In front of Reed Blackhand, at the moment of seeing the orc, Reid stepped back subconsciously a small step.

It's not that the battlefield will be frightened by an old orc, but the kind of gloomy, icy, entwined body of this old orc is like... like an active corpse.

This strange feeling made Reid uncomfortable and wanted to leave the ghost place as quickly as possible, so he waved a big hand behind him, two orc warriors who also felt uncomfortable behind him, the wooden in the fast handle The box is on the ground.

"This is the corpse you want!"

Red said loudly:

"The body of the High Elf Ranger is well preserved. You maggots should be used with care. We don't have too many in our hands."

"Ha ha"

The old orc gave a strange chuckle:

"It doesn't matter, aren't you going to attack Quel'Thalas? Soon... Soon we will have enough experimental material... Ha ha ha ha"

In his numb laugh, Reid Blackhand didn't want to stay here for another second. He turned and ran out of the dark cave like he was running away, as did the orc warriors who followed him.

This is definitely not a place where people can feel happy.

"Snapped"

In the dead darkness, under the light of the cold lantern, the old corpse-like orc reached out his hand and opened the wooden box. He lifted the lantern and placed it on the corpse in the wooden box, carefully inspecting it.

"Oh, a fatal sword wound, a broken heart... really a brutal attack."

"Fortunately, I didn't destroy the bone structure... I can still hear a little unwilling howling of the soul.

"There is no decay, no deterioration, no puffiness, and muscle tissue is slightly slack, but the problem is not big... Gee, it's really an elf, really a magical creature."

A moment later, the old orc like a coroner stood up with satisfaction, and in the darkness, he gently clapped his hands.

"Oh, uh"

Several skeletons that were thrown in the corner like a clutter moved strangely. These skeletons have no flesh and blood, only the skeleton is complete, but under the control of the old orc, they seem to be injected with some kind of strangeness Life is the same.

Under the order of the old orc, these skeletons stepped forward, carried the re-assembled wooden box and the corpse, followed the old orc into the deepest darkness.

Grim Batol used to be a dwarf city. Dwarves often dig under the city in all directions. In good ventilation channels, these pits can actually live, and now they have been turned into a proving ground.

However, unlike the dark and dark burrows, these places are made very bright by using the psychic spells, and they look no different from the human wizard's laboratory, and there is no disgusting smell.

In fact, these psychicists deliberately made the entrance of the cave dreadful, in fact, it was also regarded as avoiding unnecessary trouble.

Really speaking, these old-fashioned psychics are actually the group of tribe orcs who pay most attention to personal hygiene and research spirit, and unlike other green-hide orcs, they are all brown-skinned, It means that they are not contaminated by evil energy and are pure blood orcs.

The old orc walked into it. He reached out and took off his hood, clapped his hands, and attracted the attention of several other busy psychics.

"Okay, companions, new material is here... let's continue to work!"

Since the inheritance has long been cut off in the orc society, these old orcs are the last orcists of the orcs. Under the orders of the sinister and evil warlock leader Gul'dan, according to his arrogant and bold ideas, they The tribe makes new war weapons.

The warlock leader intends to integrate the soul of the deceased into a new body, in this way to achieve the recovery of the war dead. This plan made the chieftain Orgrim very resistant. When he was young, he was also a believer in natural beliefs. Some accepted It is impossible to play with the dead.

But in the face of the seven human kingdoms that unite all, the strength of the orcs to unite is weak, and after the ban of the warlock spells, the orcs who face humans are obviously at a disadvantage. Orgrim desperately needs a kind of effective containment The caster's weapon, so after repeated thinking, he agreed with Gul'dan's evil thoughts.

However, Orgrim did not allow Gul'dan to desecrate the remains of the orcs, even the stupid ogre's body following the tribe. Under desperate circumstances, Gul'dan had to find another way.

"Om"

In the movements of the five orc psychics, accompanied by the ancient, full of primitive tribal style, like the song of war, the body of the elven ranger was slowly suspended, This is a purple, obscure and mysterious magic circle.

After it was activated, a ray of purple light scattered above the magic circle, and they seemed to have some kind of wisdom, hovering over this suspended body.

The remnant soul hidden deep in the ranger's body was stripped out little by little, making the purple light on the magic circle more dazzling, and finally contained in a pure black soul stone, which is the material used by the warlocks to cast spells. After the magic of the warlock was forbidden, it was used to contain the soul instead.

The orc was once sacred to call the ancestors. In this era of war, it was finally used to conduct this vicious experiment. This is the most painful thing for the once-proud psychics, but Gul'dan did not Without mercy, if you don’t do what he says, these five surviving psychics will probably be sacrificed as the first victims.

Which is more important, ancient tradition and life?

Of course it's life...

"Om"

The purple light shined for the last time, and the last trace of soul remaining in the corpse was completely evacuated, so this corpse, which was carefully stitched to the wound, became a perfect container for the orc warrior who died in battle, Use it to resurrect and resurrect in a cursed way.

However, an ambitionist like Gul'dan does not follow the instructions of Orgrim completely. Although he is about to resurrect the orc warriors, he was actually thrown into these carefully selected bodies. Diehard...

That was called the Shadow Council, and even once vacated the Blackhan Chieftain, the evil warlock organization that controlled the entire tribe. After Orgrim came to power, these power-seeking warlocks were slaughtered, but their evil souls, It was carefully collected by Gul'dan's suitors, and it was at this time that it came in handy.

The old orc psychic carefully took another soul stone out of a box. It was a purple crystal. At the moment of contact with the magic power, he could even hear the scream of the soul contained inside, and there was also an illusory Shadow, looks like an orc female.

He placed the soul stone under the suspended body. In the recitation of other psychics, this mad and evil soul bound in the soul stone was pulled out of the soul stone in reverse, and the soul was just collected. The link is almost the same, but this time, the soul is reversely injected into this prepared container.

As masters of soul and shadow magic during their lifetime, the warlocks of the Shadow Council have their own unique methods of saving souls. Although the body has been killed by Orgrim, as long as they find a suitable body, they are not damaged. The soul can still control this body quickly.

So after the soul of this female orc warlock was injected into Tyrion's body, the body began to tremble strangely.

This means that the warlock is familiar with this body...

Five minutes later, Tyrion’s body opened his eyes, but the pupils had turned into a dark, evil red.

"Snapped"

The corpse sat up from the circle, and the resurrected orc warlock saw the indecent thing of this body at once. She was a little jerky, and she turned her head angrily to the orc psychic behind her, with a hoarse voice, one by one Ordered, just as if I had just learned to speak:

"Your... eyes are blind! This is... the body of a man..."

The old orc took a step back in a panic. He bowed his head humbly and explained softly:

"Ms. Durag, the powerful ruler, the battle is urgent. The strong and fresh body you requested is hard to find. This is what we can find in all the bodies. It is the most suitable for your identity and the most perfect body! "

The old orc beckoned to his companion, and soon a mirror was delivered to the angry female orc warlock, who controlled the inflexible fingers and placed the mirror in front of him, seeing Tyrion’s iconic , Which belongs to the high elves, with some soft faces, the anger of the female orc warlock calmed down a little.

No matter what race, no matter what occupation, people are always more patient with good things.

"Come on"

The mirror was thrown on the ground and shattered. Durag, the master, struggled to control this new body and stood up. The synchronization and fusion of the soul and the body will take time, but for now, she is quite good for this body. satisfaction.

She took the clothes handed over by the old orc, draped it over her body, and grunted:

"I don't want this body!"

She licked her lips evilly:

"When I break through the elven kingdom, I will change the body of an elven female wizard, and I will pick it myself! I think my respected mentor will not stop my little wish."

She controlled Tyrion’s body and issued a series of sharp and strange laughter, and as she became stronger and stronger in control of this elven body, she flipped her fingers subconsciously, releasing a lowest-level shadow arrow. Spells.

"Swoosh"

The corrosive dark energy shot from her palm, impinging on the opposite wall inaccurately, corroding the stone into a small pit.

Durag the Dominator closed his eyes and felt the transmission of magical power in this body. After a while, she opened her eyes and a very satisfied expression appeared in her vicious eyes.

"Very well, it's really a magic elf. This body's transmission of magic power is...uh!"

The commander’s laughter was suddenly interrupted by a scream, her new body cramped and fell to the ground, the old orc necromancer hurriedly reached out to help, but the commander grabbed his wrist, The tyrannical sorceress screamed:

"Ah! Ahhh! Pain...it...hunger...this body...has problems! Ahhhh!"

The screams were as screaming as the ghosts of hell, but this kind of soul was infused successfully, but the scene never appeared. The five psychics were in a hurry, and I didn’t know how to save the Shadow Council. Genius Warlock.

"Quick! Take her soul out!"

The old orc shouted loudly, but they had not yet waited for the Soul Array to start. The body of Tyrion, who had just recovered, calmed down again in the extreme twist.

The frantic and uncontrollable shadow power surged around his body, like throwing a shriveled sponge into the water. The destructive energy was quickly absorbed by this body.

A few minutes later, the old orc tremblingly stretched out his hand and opened the closed eyes of Terion’s body, and his dark red eyes had returned to the original blue.

"The Soul of the Dominator...No, it's gone..."

"Go and report to Lord Gul'dan!!"

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