Azeroth’s Death Track

Necromancer, this is a profession in the ancient tradition of orcs.

They were first born hundreds of years ago, in the Shadowmoon clan in the world of Draenor, who were good at stargazing, divination, and predicting the future and destiny. The important part appeared in the world of orcs.

In the period when orcs were still in the natural belief of shaman priests, psychics were considered a mysterious phenomenon. They could summon the dead ancestors when the living encountered difficulties, and use their ancient wisdom to Give enlightenment and help to the living.

This used to be a very important part of the primitive beliefs of the orcs.

However, the dark forces in the universe breed, and with the help of Ner'zhul, the old chieftain of the Shadowmoon clan, and the traitor Gul'dan, they erode the world of Draenor little by little. After the natural belief finally collapsed, the once noble psychic Teachers are completely marginalized.

Compared with the warlocks trained by Gul'dan who are extremely aggressive, use shadow and corrosive power, and can summon demons to fight, psychics do not play much role on the battlefield, and in times of war , this kind of weakness is doomed to the decline of psychics.

But... after Orgrim killed the incompetent Chief Blackhand Blackhand and took over the orc tribe, this great chief who hated warlocks banned the existence of warlocks in the tribe, and single-handedly set off the shadow of fear and death The council was hacked to pieces by orc warriors.

The fact that half of the continent was later captured also proved that even without warlocks, the warriors of the tribe can still win big victories time and time again!

In this case, Gul'dan, the warlock leader who lived for his life, had to rely on the power of the orc psychic who was about to become extinct again. In order to show that he was useful, he swore to the chief that he Will bring a powerful weapon of war to the Horde.

Red Blackhand strode into the darkest cave in Grim Batol. Behind him, two sturdy orc warriors were carrying a rough wooden box.

When stepping into this dark cavern, Reid covered his nose in disgust. The dark air was filled with the stench of flesh and blood, as well as the disgusting smell of decay, as well as some cold touches that made him very uncomfortable. It's like... like there's some invisible ghostly creature in the air.

An old orc wrapped in a black hood stepped forward, holding a strange lantern in his hand, the faint white light could only illuminate his feet, and it gave people an extremely weird feeling, he stood In front of Red Blackhand, when he saw the orc, Red subconsciously took a small step back.

It's not that this warrior on the battlefield was frightened by an old orc, but that the old orc was haunted by the eerie, cold, like... like a living corpse.

This weird feeling made Red very uncomfortable, and he just wanted to leave this ghost place as quickly as possible, so he waved his hand, and the two orc warriors behind him who also felt uncomfortable quickly took the wooden sticks in their hands. The box was placed on the ground.

This is the corpse you want!

Red said aloud:

The corpse of the high elf ranger is well preserved. You maggots should be careful with it. We don't have many in our hands.

hehe

The old orc let out a strange chuckle:

It's okay, aren't you going to attack Quel'Thalas? Soon...soon we will have enough test materials...hehehehe

Amidst his scalp-numbing laughter, Red Blackhand didn't want to stay here for another second. He turned around and rushed out of this dark cavern as if fleeing, and so did the orc warriors following him.

This is definitely not a pleasant place to be.

Snapped

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

Oh, a fatal sword wound, a crushed heart... What a brutal attack.

Fortunately, the bone structure was not damaged... I can still hear a bit of the unwilling wailing of the soul, what a pleasant sound.

There is no decay, no deterioration, no swelling, and the muscle tissue is slightly loose, but it's not a big problem... Tsk tsk tsk, it really is an elf, it really is a magical creature.

After a while, the old orc who looked like a coroner stood up in satisfaction, and clapped his hands lightly in the darkness.

Swish Swish Swish

The few skeletons that were thrown in the corner of the wall like miscellaneous things began to move strangely. These skeletons did not have the slightest flesh and blood on their bodies, but their skeletons were intact. However, under the manipulation of the old orc, they seemed to be injected with some kind of strange life is the same.

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

Grim Batol used to be a city of dwarves, and the dwarves often dug the bottom of the city to extend in all directions. In a good ventilation channel, these potholes can actually be lived in, but now they have been turned into testing grounds.

However, unlike the gloomy and dark crypts, these places have been brightened by the magic of psychics, and they look no different from the laboratories of human mages, and there is no disgusting smell.

In fact, these psychics deliberately made the entrance of the cave spooky, in fact, it was also regarded as avoiding unnecessary troubles.

To be honest, these aging psychics are actually the most hygienic and research-oriented group of tribal orcs, and they are all brown-skinned, unlike other green-skinned orcs. It means that they are not polluted by evil energy and are pure-blooded 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, comrades, new material has arrived...let's get back to work!

Since the inheritance has already been cut off in the orc society, these old orcs are the last psychics of the orcs. Under the order of the sinister and vicious warlock leader Gul'dan, according to his arrogant and bold ideas, for The tribe crafts new weapons of war.

The warlock leader intends to integrate the soul of the dead into a new body, and use this method to revive the undead. This plan made the chief Orgrim very resistant. When he was young, he was also a believer in the natural belief. This kind of behavior of playing with the dead is not acceptable.

However, in the face of the seven kingdoms of mankind that unite all, the power of the orcs to unite is somewhat weak, and after the prohibition of warlock spells, the orcs are obviously at a disadvantage in the face of human spellcasters. Orgrim desperately needs a way to effectively contain The weapon of the caster, so after much thought, he agreed with Gul'dan's evil idea.

But Orgrim did not allow Gul'dan to desecrate the remains of the orcs who died in battle, and even the remains of the stupid ogre who followed the tribe were not allowed to be used. As a last resort, Gul'dan had to find another way.

hum

During the actions of the five orc psychics, accompanied by the ancient, primitive tribal-style chanting sound like a battle song, the body of the washed-up elf ranger slowly floated up, This is a purple, obscure and mysterious magic circle.

After it was activated, wisps of purple light floated above the magic circle, and they seemed to have some kind of intelligence, hovering over the suspended corpse.

The remnant soul hidden in the ranger's body was stripped out bit by bit, making the purple light on the magic circle more brilliant, and finally it was stored in a pure black soul stone, which is the material used by warlocks to cast spells , after warlock magic was banned, it was used to house souls instead.

The orc's once sacred ritual of summoning ancestors was finally used in this war-torn era to carry out such vicious experiments. This was the most painful thing for the psychics who were once proud of it, but Gul'dan did not It's not kind, if you don't do what he said, these five remaining old psychics will probably be sacrificed as the first batch of victims.

Which is more important, ancient tradition or life?

Of course it's life...

hum

The purple light shined for the last time, and the last trace of soul remaining in the corpse was completely pulled away. Therefore, the carefully stitched corpse became the most perfect container for the orc warriors who died in battle, With it come back to life again, in a cursed way.

However, an ambitious man like Gul'dan will not completely follow Orgrim's instructions. Although he wants to resurrect the orc warriors, in fact, those who were thrown into these carefully selected corpses were all Gul'dan once. loyal...

It was known as the Shadow Council, and it even once emptied Blackhand. Blackhand chieftain, an evil warlock organization that controlled the entire tribe. After Orgrim took power, these warlocks who pursued power were slaughtered, but their evil souls, But it was carefully collected by Gul'dan's suitors, and it just came in handy at this time.

The old orc psychic carefully took out another soul stone from a box. It was a purple crystal. The moment he touched the magic power, he could even hear the screams of the soul inside. There was also an illusory The shadow, which appears to be an orc female.

He put the soul stone under the suspended corpse. In the chanting of other psychics, this crazy and evil soul bound in the soul stone was pulled out from the soul stone in reverse, and the soul was collected just now. The link is similar, but this time, the soul is reversely injected into the prepared container.

As masters who studied souls and shadow magic during their lifetime, the warlocks of the Shadow Council all have their own unique methods of preserving their souls. Although their bodies have been killed by Orgrim, as long as they find a suitable body, they will not be damaged. The soul can still control the body very quickly.

So after the soul of the 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 corpse opened its eyes, but the pupils had turned an evil dark red.

Snapped

The corpse sat up from the magic circle, and the revived orc sorceress saw the obscenity of the body at a glance. She was a little jerky and angrily turned her head to look at the orc psychic behind her. With a hoarse voice, point by point To the point, as if he just learned to speak, he scolded:

Your...eyes are blind! This is...a man's body!

The old orc took a step back in fear, lowered his head humbly, and explained softly:

Ms. Durag, the powerful ruler, the battle is urgent. The powerful and vivid body you requested is hard to find. This is the most suitable body for your identity and the most perfect body that we can find among all the bodies!

The old orc beckoned to his companion, and soon, a mirror was delivered to the furious female orc warlock. The latter controlled the immobile fingers to put the mirror in front of her eyes, and saw Tyrion's iconic , the handsome and somewhat feminine face of the high elves, the anger of the female orc warlock subsided a little.

No matter what race, no matter what occupation, people are always more tolerant of beautiful things.

dang lang

The mirror was thrown on the ground and shattered. The ruler Durag struggled to control the new body to stand up. It took time for the synchronization and integration of the soul and the body, but for now, she is still quite good at this body. satisfy.

She took the clothes handed over by the old orc, put it on her body, and snorted:

I don't want this body!

She licked her lips wickedly:

When the elf kingdom is broken, I want to change to the body of a female elf mage. I will choose it myself! I think my respected mentor will not hinder my little wish.

She controlled Tyrion's body, and let out a series of sharp and weird laughter, and as her control over the elf body became stronger and stronger, she subconsciously flipped her fingers and released the lowest-level Shadow Bolt. spell.

whoosh

The corrosive dark energy shot out from her palm, and imprecisely hit the opposite wall, corroding the stone into a small pit.

The ruler Durag closed her eyes to feel the transmission of magic power in this body. After a while, she opened her eyes, with a very satisfied expression in her vicious eyes.

Very good, truly worthy of being a magic elf, the transmission of magic power by this body is simply...uh!

The ruler's laughter was suddenly interrupted by a scream, and her new body convulsed and fell to the ground. The old orc psychic hurriedly reached out to help her, but the ruler grabbed her wrist tightly. The tyrannical sorceress screamed:

Ah! Ahh! Pain...it...hungry...this body...has a problem! Ahhh!

The shrill screams are like howling ghosts from hell, but this kind of soul has been successfully infused, but there has never been a scene, making the five psychics flustered for a while, not knowing how to save the shadow council. Genius Warlock.

Quick! Get her soul out!

The old orc yelled loudly, but before they activated the soul-draining circle, Tyrion's body, which had just been revived, calmed down again in extreme distortion.

The frantic and uncontrollable shadow power surged around his body, like throwing a dry sponge into the water, those destructive energies were quickly absorbed by this body.

A few minutes later, the old orc stretched out his hand tremblingly, and pushed Tyrion's closed eyes away. Those dark red eyes had returned to their original blue color.

The ruler's soul... no, it's gone...

Quickly report to Lord Gul'dan!!