The true god is immortal, and it is high at the top of this world in terms of life level or rules of existence. Even powerful as Titans and True Dragons can be regarded as "mortal things" by the true gods.

Yes, those great golden bloodlines will always be born with extraordinary strength, and even legends that can fight against the true gods. But no matter what, even such a strong man will still have a day to die. However, gods can achieve true immortality, and will share their destiny with the existence of the entire world, and live with the heaven and earth.

At least, before the Fire Thieves completed the first feat of mortal killing gods, everyone believed so firmly...

Then, after the battle of the gods, countless beings regarded as immortal fell a full piece of A4 paper. In the face of such a catastrophe of the end of the world, God, like a mortal, was desperate and wailed in the face of the fear of death. In other words, the gods would be more desperate than the mortals. Just as a god who died in the war said in his lifetime: "After the death of a mortal, seek benevolence, be either taken away by their gods, or will directly enter the realm of reincarnation under Paloni, waiting for the beginning of the next life... But, after the fall of us gods, where is the destination of our souls?"

I have to say that this really made many gods frightened. These gods, who were much taller than the mortals in terms of existence rules, were actually not good in that catastrophe in the end. In that era, most mortals relied on their own strength to save the world, and the indestructible supreme divine power in the mythological era was irreversible.

Therefore, when we arrived in the present world, the gods might continue to pretend to be a tall image in front of the melon-eating crowds who were not aware of the truth. However, in the eyes of truly extraordinary people, and even those who were struggling to master knowledge, they could never represent an insurmountable barrier.

"The true god will also fall, and mortals may also be immortal!" This is a certain objective truth that gradually emerged in the battle between the gods and the subsequent era.

Of course, most people still think that this sentence is too slanderous, especially because it is mostly clergy. We must know that whether it is the evil god or the Holy Spirit, we have to rely on the existence of the gods to make a living. However, we must also know that once such seeds are planted in the human heart, they will no longer be dug out.

Now, as clergymen serving the bloodthirsty king, these Orgrimmar shamans did not hesitate to attack their gods, and everyone seemed to have taken out their ultimate moves, without any hesitation.

...Well, if you don't guess that three-headed troll, you should be the chief of the Earth Spirit Shaman in your previous life, Gopang, who is known as the "king of trolls". We must know that the life of the mountain trolls is shorter than that of their plain trolls, and their natural life span is only about 50 years, and they live like a beast in their lifetime; however, if there is one for every hundred trolls, they may grow a second head in their later years, thus awakening their talented spell casting ability, their life span will increase to 150 years, and their intelligence will also reach the normal level of intelligent creatures; and every thousand two-headed trolls will grow a third head after the age of 100, and their life span increases to over 300 years old, and at the same time they will become the top talent spellcaster.

However, the population of the plain trolls is there, and their living habits also determine that the possibility of death in their youth and middle-aged lives is far greater than that of their death. This shaman master, Gopang Riyan, is the only three-headed troll who has evolved successfully in Orgrimmar in the past five hundred years.

A hundred years ago, he failed to compete for the status of the Tianling Shaman with the shaman master Keberus, who had the title of "Shanbower", "Devil of the Magic" and "Dragon Slayer", and then retreated from the Shaman Order for the status of the Tianling Shaman. It was not until more than fifty years after the conquest of Emperor Stemson, that he appeared again, and joined the battle with a sense of responsibility as one of the top combat powers of the spellcasters of the clan alliance. However, unfortunately, a powerful spellcaster with three heads would not play any decisive power before the gap in absolute strength. Most clans were beaten by the overlords and could only crawl and bend their knees. The indestructible Thunder Cliff Fortress did not even play any role, and they lost their value as a fortress.

After that, the shaman master Gopang of the three-headed trolls disappeared from the historical stage of Orgrimmar again. Many people think that he is dead, until now... Of course, what is certain is that he is already in his twilight years.

In Lu Xi's sight, the three trolls, from that perspective, are extremely inconsistent with their aesthetic views. However, he, who is over 5 meters tall and has three hideous and ugly heads, stands at the feet of Pakens, as if he is a sculpture representing "indomitable" and "resistance", full of the hard work and beauty of a master sculptor.

The old sword saint Muro? Thunder roared with his cooperation and found the opportunity to give Pakens another heavy blow, and naturally he would never miss such an opportunity. When he used his huge fist gloves like a siege hammer to smash the opponent's front legs, he withdrew his arms. He closed his fists and raised them over his head, and then smashed them heavily to the ground. The stalagmites and ground cracks that had already surrounded the huge body of the Bloodthirsty King were instantly turned into boiling lava and flames by the high temperature that appeared from somewhere, and began to burn his abdomen directly.

"You, Gopang! Do you want to betray your God too? Have you forgotten? Whose guidance was given to the third head that grew? "Pakens felt the severe pain coming from behind and beside him at the same time, and roared in a low voice.

"That voice in the dark? I guessed it was you, my holy throne." The old troll who was also in his twilight sighed and said that the last masters of this group of clan alliance were really old on average. Could it be that the Mesozoic generation died at my hands? Lu Xi couldn't help but think like this.

"Your soul was suppressed under the world barrier maintained by the Raxis forbidden spell, but after all, it did not fall, so you could barely communicate with your kingdom of God. Therefore, you could also complete dialogue with us, your clergy through the kingdom of God. For this thousand years, you have never given up your control over the Shamanage Orgrimmar. Of course, you will also choose individuals worthy of training to help them grow, give them experience in fighting, knowledge and even the most intuitive power! Thank you, if you had not had the spiritual guidance from you two hundred years ago, I would probably not have been able to survive that life and death barrier at that time, right?"

"Then you still...

"But, are all of us not just a useful tool for you?" The old Gopang couldn't help but smile, and then before his god retorted, he added: "Everyone needs, you need us as minions, and we also need your spiritual maintenance. If it is really just such a tool, there is nothing wrong with it. But it's a pity that even though you know that you are a tool, but after using it, you are abandoned like garbage, and you feel bad in your heart! What is the purpose of my survival to this day? Dear Holy See, have you really not thought of it at all?"

Well, there is a story here. Although I don’t know what happened, this big guy with three heads looks very resentful to the bloodthirsty king! Maybe he almost died back then, and being able to survive was completely a protagonist-level halo. A person with outstanding abilities and great future was used as a tool by his leader, and after losing his value of use, he was left to die; however, he suddenly started cheating and crawled back from hell, preparing to take revenge on the leader who had used to abandon him. That’s right, although such a plot is too old-fashioned, it seems appropriate to put it here!

Let’s not mention how much plot Lu Xi had figured out in an instant. All the powerful clan alliances present seemed to be treating Pakens as their own life and death enemy. They all took this opportunity to pounce over, and ignored Lu Xi, a real enemy.

"What a pitiful god. The so-called betrayal of relatives and relatives is not the same as the enemy in the world." Lu Xi didn't know whether he should sympathize or despise him at this time: "But no matter what, this guy has served as the guardian priest of orcs for several years! You can't even have one or two loyal guardians? In our hometown, whether it is the last Hu dynasty that is useless or the first republic that is useless, there are many filial sons and grandchildren after the demise. Even after decades or hundreds of years, there are old and young men wearing mourning clothes and mourning. You Pakens is still an old god who has been married from the mythical era. Your foundation is much better than that of the Aotian old zombie. How can you be so bad that even the descendants of wild boar skins are worse than peanuts?"

"Because you have killed his best friend!" Khan Asog of the Golden Ban said beside Lu Xi. At some point, he had already walked over with a banner. Of course, such a close distance is not safe. It seems that this famous "Dragon Heart" is preparing to play in person.

A mere Golden 6... Uh? Tsk, it's still quite obvious that you have not seen for a while. This is really strange. I thought that after becoming a Khan of the Golden Sect, he would have to be busy with tricks and tricks with others every day. You should have obtained some magical weapons or what kind of luck you will get when you become the highest throne, right? However, this is still useless. It still cannot change the fact that you can only play the role of high-level cannon fodder on the highest battlefield against the True God, that is, you can only play the role of high-level cannon fodder that lasts a few rounds.

In addition, you are so reckless, really don’t look like you, Asog. As a so-called mentalist, you should be honestly hiding behind the bunker, waving flags and cheering with pyramid scheme-level slogans to brainwash your subordinates, so that they can make their blood boil, advance, retreat, death, and life? Until the end, when everyone is almost dead, then come out to pose as a hero to accept victory and cheer.

"I said, for you, does the so-called brain-sect mean to hide in a safe place and fool others to die?" He couldn't help but sigh.

"Isn't it? The so-called meat eaters are despised, which should have common characteristics in every world." Lu Xi said in a natural tone: "Of course, many times, meat eaters can touch them in the same manger as the cannon fodder people when necessary, and they can be moved by them. Although this trick is not new, it is still more decisive than simple and durable! Is that true? Asog Khan?"

"Yes! You are right. A superior like you and me, who return to their original origins, probably like this is the abominable look, right?" Asog smiled and said, "Although I am trying to convince myself that I am going to war against the Bloodthirsty King for the future of the clan alliance, in fact, it is just for myself."

"Indeed, you are too smart, with top-notch planning, action and vision. Give you time, and if you don't meet me, you may really become the hero of Orgrimmar." Lu Xi said that he was actually praising the other party frankly, but Asog showed an expression of "Wow, are you praising me or yourself? This is the first time I have seen such a shameless person?", and his face was full of laughter and crying.

"As long as the bloodthirsty king is not Shi Lezhi, it is impossible for people like you to continue to sit in the position of Khan of the Golden Tent. If you guess correctly, when you lead the refugee elites of the clan alliance to the so-called new world, it is probably time for him to cleanse you, right?"

Asoge nodded, looking at the corpse of Bagasa over there, his eyes seemed a little dazed: "Yes, she told me."

"...I won't ask how she knew, it's probably another long story." Lu Xi nodded: "I think she also firmly believes that after losing the confinement of the Bloodthirsty King, you orcs will have a better future, right?"

"...The future is the future after all. In this situation, even if I am as arrogant as me, I dare not talk about this word anymore. As long as I can survive with my tribe, I will have completed the historical mission of this Golden Entrance Khan. Orcs are not as noble as Beamon, but they will never be able to sit and wait for death." The Golden Entrance Khan said.

"Sure enough, Bemon's extermination was so boring! Is this what Miss Bagasa told you?"

"No, as the Khan of the Golden Tent, I can feel the despair and anger of this great Golden Clan, the most respectable guardian and comrade of the orcs, when I leave this world! And the determination to deliver the hope of revenge to me!"

What a fucking metaphysics! If anyone else was trying to make a mystery in front of me, would you definitely send a dimensional slash to his mouth?

Lu Xi looked up at the bloodthirsty king who was being besieged but did not fight back for a while. What was going on? Although he had guessed a little bit, he still felt a little sighing that such a golden bloodline that was comparable to the true dragon and the Titan in the mythical era disappeared into the long river of history, which was indeed easy to make people sigh.

"But, why is this?" Lu Xi said.

"Because they are unwilling to leave this world! Because they are unwilling to make a little sacrifice for the future of all clans!" Surrounded by thunder, storm, lava and sword energy, the bloodthirsty king's figure as high as dozens of meters can no longer be seen, but his voice came from the boiling smoke and dust.

"Oh? This is really too much for blaming Sting." Lu Xi held his chin with interest.

"Don't you understand? Lu Xi, Lin Ge, Berencaster, you are also one of the most powerful space spell casters in the world. You should know that it is easy to open the space door to dimensional jump, but taking a group of people through the space is another matter. Now, there are more than 20,000 people who take refuge in my kingdom of gods, all of whom are the most powerful elites of all clans. I can take them to that new world to establish a new kingdom, but hundreds of behemoths..."

Indeed, in terms of quality of life, dozens of behemoths may be better than millions of orcs. Let's estimate the natural lifespan to illustrate many problems.

"So, you abandoned them?"

"No, I gave them the last and best choice! Yes, as long as they are willing to accept the attachment of my divine will and are willing to swear loyalty to me in a closer way, they can share their destiny with me, my will and divine power. They will become existences like angels and abyss demons, freely entering and leaving my kingdom of gods, and freely transfer with me. But they refused! They refused without hesitation! They were destined to be unable to embark on a new journey with me... Instead of leaving them in the main material plane where there is no more living space and let them become your spoils one by one, then I might as well end them yourself! Let the fate of this group of Bemon become a part of my power!"

"... So that's it. If Bimon can compare with the true dragon and Titan, the elder race of the ancient golden bloodline is actually higher than that of the flame demon and the refining demon. If you become your family, the power of your guardian priest will inevitably become stronger and stronger, and you might be able to upgrade directly. But if it fails, there is also the so-called plan B. You are the bloodthirsty king, and disputes, killing and even destruction are also part of your priesthood. Personally ending the fortune of an elder race should also allow you to make up for it, right?"

Lu Xi sighed faintly: "It's so pitiful and stupid. Although they won't really regard you as respected, they trust you, support you, and regard you as an allies who can stand shoulder to shoulder. Then, they should have died of excessive trust. Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk

"...so, they are extinct. I said, Lu Xi, Lin Ge, Berenkast, I will survive! I will survive no matter what!" In the smoke and dust, the hideous face of the bloodthirsty king slowly poked out, his eyes were filled with red blood light, as if there was still blood mist and sea of ​​fire.

"Do you really think that such betrayal will completely defeat me? Those who will die because of the death of the God-submitted ones are just inferior products! This is my kingdom of God, and this is my realm! Those who are treacherous and ordinary people, since you are unwilling to continue following me, then you will become my nourishment!"

He seemed to be stating objective facts. Before Lu Xi could even see what he did, he only saw the airflow fluctuating slightly, the lava on the ground, the thunder falling from the sky, and the energy storm stopped on the spot at the same time, as if the entire space had been frozen.

The next moment, Longsas groaned and retreated, his face as golden as paper; Gopang knelt on one knee, his body covered in blood.

The worst thing was the old sword saint in the sky. Before he could launch a second attack with one sword, he suddenly wailed. He was hit by an attack from where he came from. He was smashed to the ground on the spot and did not get up at all.

Just one blow is not even considered an attack. Just as Pakens's thoughts moved, the strongest masters in the clan alliance were severely damaged.

"I am the God of War and will eventually be immortal! Even on the day when the world is destroyed, I will still exist! I can go on my own without you."

"Oh oh, it's like a group of lone wolf licking wounds! It's tragic, persistent, and evil enough." Lu Xi raised his hands, took a few steps back, retreated directly behind Asog, and squeezed out a sunny business smile: "Pakens, you have sworn that you won't attack me. I didn't do it just now, but I didn't breach the contract first."

Asoge waved the banner in his hand and released a white light to cover his injured comrades-in-arms, and said, "Oh, my comrades-in-arms, you really sad for me! When we were doing dirty underground transactions, you were not so ruthless! Didn't it be agreed that as long as we get rid of this evil god, we can become good friends of mutual trust? So, close friends, no matter what your plans are, it's time!"
Chapter completed!