The sky was clear and the weather was fine, without a breath of wind.
King Faoris gazed at the long, sluggish procession and listened to the irritating weeping, his face grim.
The group consisted mostly of the elderly, children, and women. When Thrall needed 100,000 Ramkahen as sacrifices to resurrect Ra-den, the news somehow got out, and the untouchables scattered in all directions.
King Faoris led his army in pursuit and finally captured enough sacrifices to escort them to the Halls of Origination.
Ramkahen's soldiers, wielding whips, drove the people like livestock, cursing and swearing.
The Priests of Ramkahen proclaimed loudly:
"The great Savior Consecration everything for Azeroth, for the salvation of Azeroth, for the future of the Tol'vir, for Uldum. As descendants of the Titan-forged, all sacrifices were worthwhile. You should feel proud and honored."
King Faoris picked his ear and said to the high Priest Ament beside him:
"A bunch of damned bastards, I should have killed them all long ago."
Ament cautiously stated, "Uldum has a harsh environment. In order to survive, we have used war to maintain our population. Now that the Oasis have been wiped out, it is a good opportunity for Ramkahen to rise."
King Faoris's gaze turned south towards Uldum, to the territory of Neferset:
"Now the only one standing in our way is the Dark Pharaoh Takahen. Hmph, I will soon unify the three Tol'vir tribes and usher in an unprecedented era. None of the Tol'vir kings in history are greater than me."
"Your Majesty is wise; you have made the right choice."
King Faoris chuckled coldly, "Throughout history, only those who humbly surrender survive in the face of foreign invasion; those who raise their weapons to resist perish. I understood this principle long ago, which is why I am the one who laughs last."
Ament nodded in agreement, "Thrall will leave Uldum sooner or later. No matter how many of our people die, we can recover in just a few decades. Your greatness and wisdom are destined to be remembered for eternity, and you will be revered by all. You are the first emperor of the Tol'vir."
King Faoris narrowed his eyes slightly. "First Emperor, I like this title."
The Halls of Origination is filled with small pieces of Ra-den's remains, ensuring that the Ramkahen are not attacked by the Guards.
"I am deeply saddened by the death of the Ancient Guardian Ra-den."
Thrall stood before the massive, mountain-like fragments of Corpses in Ra-den, forcing out a few tears:
"I believe that the brave Tol'vir are willing to give their lives to resurrect Ra-den. This is a historic and great moment. All living beings of Azeroth bear witness with me to the selfless Consecration of the Tol'vir. Humble King Faoris, it may begin."
King Faoris, with a fawning expression, waved his hand, and the soldiers brought the sacrifice, killing him before the remains of Ra-den.
The fighting continued until late at night, resulting in the deaths of 100,000 Ramkahen people, with corpses piling up like mountains and blood flowing like rivers.
Ra-den's remains absorbed the blood of the Ramkahen people, and a crimson aura swirled around them, slowly coalescing into a blood-red humanoid shape. Its features gradually became clearer, and it seemed to bear some resemblance to Ra-den, but it did not wake up.
Thrall looked at them, shook his head, and said, "The offerings are insufficient. You've only sacrificed the old, weak, and disabled. What I need are strong soldiers, at least ten thousand."
King Faoris said obsequiously, "Great Savior Thrall, as you wish."
After saying that, King Faoris whispered something to Ament.
High Priest Ament, the spiritual leader of the Ramkahen, stood on a high platform, overlooking the Ramkahen soldiers:
"The Tol'vir are noble Titan-forged. For millions of years, the Guardian Ra-den has protected us. Now that Ra-den has fallen, it is a time for us to give thanks. I hope that brave soldiers will step forward and Consecration their flesh and souls to Ra-den, for Uldum, for Azeroth."
Unfortunately, Ament's speech had no effect; not a single soldier was willing to step forward and sacrifice themselves.
Thrall, standing to the side, found it amusing; the Ramkahens ' ability to manipulate people was far inferior to Tirion Fordring's.
King Faoris felt Thrall's reproachful gaze, his face burning with rage.
"My Savior, I will not let you down, I promise."
Faoris raised his scepter, and under the cover of darkness, the stars shone brightly. A beam of light swept across Uldum, hovering above King Faoris's head, forming a dazzling starry sky.
The soldiers' faces quickly turned pale; they recognized the power of the Astral Obelisk.
Faoris's eyes widened suddenly, and the stars roared as they flew toward the soldier in front of him.
The power of the stars lies in their dominance; the Ramkahens are masters of night combat; Faoris always finds a way to inspire his soldiers to bravely die.
The stars cast countless rays of light, manipulating the Ramkahen soldiers like puppets on strings, as they bravely walked toward Ra-den's Corpse to end their own lives.
Thrall nodded in satisfaction. "Faoris, you certainly haven't disappointed me."
Replenished with the blood and souls of ten thousand soldiers, the crimson humanoid slowly came back to life, all the blood seeping into its body.
The massive figure rose steadily, his face aged, his gentle gaze sweeping over the crowd with a compassionate expression. "My child, why did you sacrifice your life to save me? Mountains of corpses, rivers of blood—was it worth it?"
Thrall secretly admired him; this Ra-den was much more cunning than before.
King Faoris replied respectfully, "Great Guardian Ra-den, you are the patron saint of the Tol'vir. The Mukahens are willing to give their lives; no matter how great the sacrifice, it is worthwhile."
Ra-den clutched his chest and said sadly, "I felt the joy of the Mukahen souls, but my heart still aches."
Thrall stepped forward and proclaimed, "Honorable Guardian Ra-den, the Evil Neferset are the murderers who caused your death. I am the great Savior Thrall, and I am willing to help Ramkahen defeat the Neferset."
Ra-den sighed, "Neferset are also my children, but they have gone astray. As their Guardian, it is my duty to correct their mistakes."
King Faoris was overjoyed; with Ra-den's help, victory in this war was assured.
Of course, this is all predicated on Al'Akir the Wind Rider not interfering.
The Lost City of the Tol'vir, a fortified stronghold built by the Nefisset people.
Dark Pharaoh Takahen was somewhat discouraged, looking at the Southwind Lord before him and saying:
Why is Wind Rider Al'Akir to lend a helping hand?
Siamat, Lord of the South Wind said, puzzled, "After Ra-den's fall, a mysterious force invaded Azeroth. Until we figure out the origin of that force, our lord will not step out of the Throne of the Throne of the Four Winds."
Takahen said with a wry smile, "Well, no one can defeat the resurrected Ra-den. It's a predictable outcome; we're destined to lose this war."
Southwind Lord shook his head. "In ancient times, the Tol'vir possessed immense power. I will help you regain your strength."
Takahen asked nervously, "What do you mean?"
"Remove the Curse of Flesh," Southwind Lord replied.