Dark clouds loomed over the city, Ramkahen had become a sinister ghost realm. Newborn Undead let out piercing roars, finally releasing the resentment they had accumulated in life. Countless Undead rushed in from outside the city, stretching as far as the eye could see.
At this moment, tens of thousands of Orcs remained in Ramkahen, gathered near the Void Altar. They hadn't yet become sacrifices, but they already knew their Destiny. Everyone was terrified and unable to organize themselves for battle.
Thrall's expression hardened, his eyes darting around as he pondered silently.
Vol'jin whispered, "Savior Lord, we must make a decision, or it will be too late."
Thrall was reluctant, gritted his teeth, and took out a golden scroll from his pocket.
The Fearless Heroism Scroll, from the Argent Crusade, a work by Tirion Fordring.
Tirion Fordring used his Aura of Courage countless times to feed the Argent Crusade soldiers to the Orcs, thus establishing his illustrious reputation and making him a true hero of Azeroth, revered by all. His achievements are destined to be remembered for eternity.
Tirion Fordring painted many Fearless Heroism Scrolls, but only a very few were masterpieces, and truly exceptional ones were extremely rare.
This Thrall is one of the few truly exceptional ones, and I'm very reluctant to part with it, but at this moment I can't care about anything else.
A golden light flashed, and Aura of Courage enveloped all of Ramkahen's Orcs.
The effects of the Supreme Courage Scroll are excellent. One moment you're trembling with fear, worrying about your tragic Destiny, and the next you're filled with righteous indignation, feeling fearless and undaunted.
With the aid of the Courage Scroll, Thrall's voice boomed like a bell:
"Warriors of Azeroth, I am Thrall, the great Savior. Brave and fearless Orcs, the most critical moment has arrived. Azeroth faces life or death, and every one of you must make a sacrifice. You are the bravest Orcs, the heroes of Azeroth. In this age of heroes, I need you to fight for me, to fight for Azeroth."
"Warriors, raise your fists! The Evil Undead Scourge to destroy Azeroth. They may seem powerful, but they are nothing but fragile skeletons. Let all of Azeroth see how brave we Orcs are! No hardship or obstacle can stop us! Fight, heroes! History will remember this glorious moment. I will stand with you."
The resounding voice echoed, and with the power of the scroll, Thrall's words inspired the Orcs. Although they were sacrifices without weapons or armor, Flames were clearly burning in their chests.
Tens of thousands of Orcs simultaneously went berserk, their eyes bloodshot, howling as they charged at the onrushing Undead.
The Orcs at the front was pierced through the chest, a withered bone crushing his heart, blood gushing out, but the Orcs behind him still fearlessly rushed forward, using their flesh and blood to build a solid defensive line.
Thrall and Vol'jin carefully retreated. The brave sacrifice of the Orcs offerings prevented the Undead army from closing in, creating an opportunity for Thrall and Vol'jin to escape. Thrall led thousands of elite Orcs and calmly retreated towards the great desert.
Looking towards Ramkahen's direction, the fierce battle cries still echoed endlessly, and Thrall revealed a deep sense of mockery:
"A bunch of lowly ants, easily emboldened, they become arrogant and think they're something special. They're nothing but a bunch of useless trash. As Orcs, they should first know their place, otherwise they deserve to die. They're truly a bunch of hopeless fools."
"They must have felt incredibly honored to have died for the Savior," Vol'jin remarked from the side.
Thrall grinned. "Let's go. Ra-den won't last much longer. I know where King Faoris retreated to. I secretly left a magical mark on him. A King has ruled for decades must have a secret hiding place."
Ra-den's heart was stirred, deeply moved. He suddenly remembered that he was dead, and that it was Thrall who had killed him.
This Ra-den is indeed not the Ra-den of the past. He has forgotten many things about the Titans, and he can no longer use those powerful Titans skills. Otherwise, how could he have Ossirian the Unscarred?
With C'Thun's help, Ossirian knew Ra-den couldn't withstand the attack and had already begun to consider retreating.
In particular, countless Undead creatures poured out from the direction of Ramkahen. Ra-den, who knew Thrall very well, knew that Thrall would definitely escape, and defeat was only a matter of time.
Ra-den roared, unleashing boundless Lightning power from his body, repelling Ossirian the Unscarred and the surrounding Anubisath. Taking advantage of this brief opportunity, Ra-den ran towards the great desert without looking back.
Ossirian was about to give chase when he suddenly saw Ra-den's figure blur into three, appearing as three Ra-den running in three different directions. Ossirian was completely bewildered, unsure which one to pursue.
This was Ra-den's proud escape ability: using the yellow sand to create two clones.
Despite the Orcs' Ramkahen resistance and willingness to sacrifice themselves, they could only buy them some time.
At the top of the Void Altar, the eye panicked and cursed:
"Damn Ra-den! He only said this world was incredibly backward and full of cowardly trash. How could there be such terrifying Undead creatures? Mantid Seer, retreat immediately!"
The Void Passage reopened, but was unexpectedly blocked by layers of white bones. More than twenty Mantid Seer were in a panic, as their strength was insufficient to break the bone prison's seal.
Those eyes were filled with utter despair, and they roared:
"I understand now, it's a conspiracy, Ra-den, you've deceived me."
Seeing that there was no way to reverse the situation, the eye closed unwillingly, and the Void Passage shut down.
Around the Altar, corpses piled up like mountains. Tens of thousands of Orcs had perished, and countless Undead creatures surrounded more than twenty trembling Mantid Seer. Suddenly, the ground cracked open, and a thick tentacle emerged, its eyes scrutinizing the Mantid Seer.
N'Zoth said calmly, "Interesting. Since C'Thun has also contributed, give him one-third of the Mantid Seer. Anyway, these Mantid Seer share knowledge and there's no difference between them."
Robbie nodded in agreement. All these Mantid Seer were the same; once you obtained one, you could extract the knowledge from its mind.
"Poor Ra-den, he has lost his credibility and it's impossible for him to cooperate with the Void anymore. Actually, I'm quite interested in him. What caused a Titan Keepers to lose faith in Azeroth? I think it's related to the awakening of Ra-den's past life memories."
It is said that the Titan Keepers were not created out of thin air, but were modified by the Titans using powerful creatures.
Robbie commanded the Undead, handing the seven Void Cartographer to Ossirian the Unscarred. Then, Robbie dispersed the Undead of Ramkahen, ordering them to slumber in the yellow sands, Ramkahen finally returned to peace.
Deep in the desert, at the foot of a steep cliff.
King Faoris danced on one hoof, with a large cauldron boiling hot in front of him.
This was a refuge secretly built by King Faoris, storing large quantities of fresh water and Tough Jerky. He was lucky; a desert expedition team happened to pass by, and among them were several strong Tauren who provided him with fresh meat.
"Do you like dancing?" a voice asked Faoris.