Southwind Lord sensed that something was wrong.
The Throne of the Four Winds is relatively friendly to the Tol'vir, but as the saying goes, kindness is often taken advantage of. For a long time, the Throne of the Four Winds has given the Tol'vir a weak impression.
Southwind Lord, with his long lifespan and extensive experience, noticed something amiss and tentatively asked:
"Felix, the Throne of the Four Winds has never interfered in the Tol'vir. I think you already have your answer."
Felix, his face filled with disappointment and anguish, asked, "But all we got in return was betrayal, Southwind Lord! Why? Why did the Throne of the Four Winds slaughter my people? Do Elemental truly have no conscience?"
"Oh, I knew it would be like this."
Southwind Lord smirked, revealing a cold smile, before transforming into a howling Gale of wind and returning to the Throne of the Four Winds.
The Throne of the Four Winds has never taken the Tol'vir seriously, so there's no need to bother explaining.
Felix was slightly surprised, feeling that he had done something wrong.
On the Throne of the Four Winds, amidst the ceaseless howling Gale, Al'Akir the Wind Rider's eyes shot out bolts of Lightning.
"Kindness is indeed one of the original sins."
Al'Akir sighed, "As one of the four Elemental Lords, I've witnessed the rise and fall of countless kingdoms, yet I can never truly understand mortals."
"Out of fear of Ra-den, the Tol'vir dare not identify Ra-den. How many times have we been wrongly accused like this?"
Southwind Lord replied respectfully, "Ever since Lei Shen's death, we've been taking the blame for Ra -Ra-den."
Al'Akir said coldly, "Ra-den is cautious enough, never leaving Pandaria, only using his energy avatar to slaughter the Tol'vir, never leaving any survivors. We warned him, we tried to stop him, but what did we get in return? Suspicion and doubt?"
Southwind Lord lamented, "Help is less effective than slaughter, and gratitude is far less desirable than fear."
Al'Akir's body was surrounded by countless Lightning: "Indeed, we have done everything we can to help the Tol'vir. If it weren't for the Pandaria mist, I would have even planned to kill Ra-den directly. Now, I've thought of a better way."
Southwind Lord stared in bewilderment at the towering figure standing tall in the Gale, while Al'Akir's eyes blazed with fury.
"Ra-den has always maintained the immortality of the Tol'vir clan's heritage because only when the bloodlines of the three clans are fused together can the Forge of Origination be activated. Not one can be missing. I will thwart Ra-den's plan. Hmph, he thinks I know nothing."
A map of Uldum appeared before Southwind Lord, showing in detail the distribution of the three Tol'vir races.
"Since we've been wronged, let's see this through to the end. Southwind Lord, I command you to slaughter all the Orsis People, to extinguish this bloodline completely. Ra-den has angered me; he will gain nothing."
"As you wish, Al'Akir the Wind Rider."
Oasis City.
Felix shook his head, feeling relaxed.
For many years, the Throne of the Four Winds has remained silent in the face of suspicion and doubt, so he is not worried about the wrath of the Southwind Lord. In contrast, it is Ra-den's destruction of Oasis City that he fears the most.
"Guardian Ra-den is actually this kind of person, what should I do?"
Felix felt he should apologize to Ra-den and beg for Ra-den forgiveness; this was the way the weak survived.
The bloodline of the Orsis People must continue, and that depends on Ra-den, just as cattle and sheep on a pasture will eventually be eaten, but they cannot survive without the rancher.
He began to understand why there was no record of Ra-den committing evil deeds in history; his predecessors had made wise choices.
"That's what we'll do," Felix decided.
Suddenly, Felix felt a pang of fear and quickly looked back.
On the distant horizon, endless black clouds and lightning Lightning, Gale winds whipped up a towering sandstorm that swept in with unstoppable force.
Unavoidable, unstoppable.
Felix's face turned deathly pale. In an instant, the ruined city of Ossi was swallowed up by a sandstorm.
The sandstorm continued to ravage the entire territory of Oasis, sweeping away all Orsis People settlements and completely severing the Oasis bloodline.
The Orsis People were swallowed up by the sandstorm, their bloodline severed. The culprit was obvious: it was Qian, the Throne of the Four Winds.
King Faoris Ramkahen terrified when he learned of the news.
"Has the Wind Rider Al'Akir gone mad? Two hundred thousand people of the Oasis race have been massacred. In the tens of thousands of years of Tol'vir history, nothing like this has ever happened."
High Priest Ament, the religious leader of Ramkahen, held a transcendent position and suggested:
"King Majesty, Ramkahen is unable to stop the madness of Al'Akir and has no choice but to appeal to the Guardian Ra-den for help."
"Yes, Ra-den."
King Faoris seemed to have grasped at the last straw:
"For the sake of Ramkahen's continuation, we must grant whatever demands Ra-den makes; it is our only hope."
Halls of Origination.
Thrall looked worried, while Vol'jin squatted on the ground, silently chewing his tobacco.
The Orcs army of five thousand was almost completely wiped out, and less than a hundred Orcs were rescued by Ra-den. Neferset's army was searching everywhere for Thrall's whereabouts, and the explorers led by Brann Bronzebeard were their only hope.
"The most desperate moment hasn't arrived yet. As long as I get the Guardians ' help in the Halls of Origination, I can destroy the Tol'vir and become the master of Uldum. Brann Bronzebeard, you know what to do."
Brann Bronzebeard said cautiously:
"Great Savior, this will be a great adventure. Rest assured, I am fully prepared."
The doors to the Halls of Origination were tightly shut. Brann Bronzebeard's men dug a passage, Thrall said unhappily:
"I am the great Savior! Am I to be made to crawl through a hole like a lowly Kobold? I must walk in through the main entrance with dignity; only then can I be befit the noble status of Savior."
Unable to disobey Thrall's orders, Brann had no choice but to risk opening the stone door from the inside. In order to break the mechanism, three loyal subordinates paid the ultimate price, and finally opened the stone door of the Halls of Origination.
Thrall entered the Halls of Origination with a smug look on his face, and Brann introduced in a low voice:
"Countless colossal stone statues Guardian the Halls of Origination, and they will attack as soon as they sense the presence of outsiders. Fortunately, I have found a way to overcome this. Please bear with it, Savior."
Thrall glared at him. "I am the great Savior, I would never do anything that would tarnish my status."
Brann explained cautiously:
"My Savior, this is hardly beneath our dignity. The Guardians of the giant stone statues submit to Guardian Ra-den. From my observation, they judge Ra-den's identity by his appearance. As long as we disguise ourselves as Ra-den, we will not be attacked, even if there is a significant difference in size."
Thrall slapped Brann across the face, his voice fierce and arrogant. "The era of the Titans is long gone. That fool Ra-den is nothing but a piece of trash waiting to die. You actually made me disguise myself as an incompetent piece of trash? Do you want to destroy Azeroth?"
Brann covered his face, realizing he had completely misjudged Thrall. The noble Savior would never stoop so low. Brann could only apologize softly:
"Savior, I will find a way, there must be a way."