As is widely known, the Orcs were once bewitched by Kil'jaeden, who impersonated the Ancestral Spirit, and became enemies of the Draenei.
While some believe this is the Orcs' attempt to deflect blame for war crimes onto the Burning Legion, most people believe it.
Akama's proposal piqued the interest of all the Lower City leaders present.
History tells us that it's impossible to learn from past mistakes; if you can be fooled once, you can be fooled a second time.
The Arakkoa, Gorol Anzu, asked hesitantly, "But how can we impersonate the Ancestral Spirit?"
This is no easy task. The big shots involved are ruthless, but their understanding of magic is not even at the Entry level.
Akama calmly replied:
"We don't need to seduce all the Mag'har Orcs, just a portion of them will do. There is a highly respected old Orcs in Nagrand, whom the Mag'har Orcs affectionately call Greatmother Geyah."
The name of Greatmother Geyah is familiar to all the bigwigs present.
However, this person's whereabouts are unpredictable and he is very well hidden.
The Tiger Person's eyes widened. "I've long heard of Greatmother Geyah. This old woman claims to be the grandmother of the Savior Thrall. Thrall has sent people to find her many times, but they've only found imposters."
The Cyclops coldly said, "That's right, several of Greatmother Geyah's stand-ins have already been executed. How dare they call themselves the Savior Grandmother? They're simply asking for trouble."
Akama declared loudly, "What you all do not know is that Greatmother Geyah is not a living person, but the Ancestral Spirit."
"What?"
The slum bigwigs all looked incredulous.
The Ancestral Spirits of the Orcs may be hidden in ancient cemeteries, such as Shadowmoon Clan Cemetery.
Or perhaps they are guided by a mysterious force to Oshu'gun, the sacred mountain of Nagrand.
The Ancestral Spirit who walks the earth, never even heard of it.
Akama continued, "I don't know the true identity of Greatmother Geyah, or perhaps she really is Savior 'Thrall grandmother. She often possesses elderly Orcs who are nearing death, giving them various prophecies."
The Arakkoa, Gorol Anzu, exclaimed in surprise, "So the body that the Orcs killed, Greatmother Geyah, was possessed by her?"
Akama nodded. "Indeed, killing the physical body is easy, but the Ancestral Spirit is very difficult to kill."
The mount merchant Gronn, roared irritably, "Akama, since you mentioned Greatmother Geyah, you must have a way to find her, right?"
Akama smiled slightly, "Of course, a long time ago, a Broken One strayed into the Ancestral Lands of Nagrand's Spirit Plains and met Greatmother Geyah."
Gorol Anzu hesitated, "I've heard that the ancestral lands of the Orcs can only be entered by chance."
Akama said confidently, "I know how to enter the Ancestral Lands."
All the bigwigs showed expressions of admiration, Gorol Anzu once again expressed his opinion:
"But how can we win over Greatmother Geyah?"
Akama sneered, "You think Greatmother Geyah only came out to act because of the Orcs? You're wrong. If the Ancestral Spirit want to survive, they can only rely on devouring souls; souls are their food. Back then, the Orcs slaughtered countless Draenei, and although the Ancestral Spirit only obtained a small fraction of Draenei Ancestral Spirit numbers to surge. Now that Outland is relatively peaceful, the Ancestral Spirit are all in a state of hunger."
"Souls?" Gorol Anzu Ansu chuckled coldly. "That's not difficult. Every Arakkoa blanket contains the souls of hundreds of Arakkoa. I have plenty in stock."
The slave trader Ogre muttered, "Those useless slaves waste my food; they're perfect for Greatmother Geyah."
The mount merchant, Gronn, said, "I have many mounts that I can't sell, so I might as well kill them all."
The Tiger Person said smugly, "I raise a large group of Tiger Person to skin them for leather, and I am willing to offer my soul to Greatmother Geyah."
The Cyclops who monopolized the Tears of the Stars said, "Cyclops, having lost their eyes, cannot survive. They are few in number but of superior quality; they will surely satisfy Greatmother Geyah."
Akama stood up. "Very well, since you all have enough souls to offer, let us act, for the sake of the great Savior Thrall."
Three days later, on the Spirit Plains of Nagrand, the Nagrand leaders followed Akama in search of the camp of the Ancestral Spirits.
Behind the powerful figures, servants drove large herds of Arakkoa, Tiger Person, Ogres, various Outland mounts, chained Cyclops, and so on.
The sky over Nagrand was cloudless, with streaks of purple light piercing the heavens.
The Spirit Plains green grass, where large Clefthoof graze lazily. These enormous creatures shake the earth when they walk.
Occasionally, you can also see some Elemental, which quickly hide when they see strangers.
The ancestral lands of the Orcs are an ancient Legendary, and all eyes are on Akama.
Akama, holding a compass, confidently led the way.
"I've got it, this is it."
At the foot of the mountain, five huge rocks surround a pool of ashes, resembling some kind of ancient ritual.
"This is the land of our ancestors?" The Arakkoa, Gorol Anzu, reached for the longsword at his waist, feeling utterly fooled.
Akama explained, "Don't underestimate this pile of ashes; it's the key to the Ancestral Lands. Once the campfire is lit, the Ancestral Lands will appear before us."
The merchant on his mount Gronn, walked over, picked up some ashes, and smelled them. "Strange, what kind of wood is this ashes from burning?"
The Cyclops picked up a piece of wood that hadn't completely burned. "I smell Fel."
Akama calmly said, "This is wood Corruption by Fel, capable of harboring souls. There's plenty of this kind of wood in Nagrand; hurry and gather some."
In the northern part of the Spirit Plains lies a dense forest, Corruption by the Burning Legion's Fel, its green trees turning an ominous black.
The servants quickly gathered a large quantity of Fel.
In the center of the five black boulders, Fel was piled up like a mountain.
Akama ordered his men to kill the slaves and mounts of various races he had brought, and then used special magic to attach their souls to the Fel.
Finally, Akama ignited the Fel.
Green Flames burned fiercely, and countless souls within the Flames howled in agony.
Akama stood by the fire, a dreamy expression on his face.
The powerful figures present were unaware that Akama had a portion of his soul extracted by Illidan to create the Shade of Akama, leaving his soul incomplete.
Through rituals performed in the ancestral lands, Akama heals the wounds of the soul.
Suddenly, a jet-black light appeared on top of the fire and quickly spread outwards.
The blue sky and lush green earth vanished in an instant, and the world turned black and white.
The sky was black, so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face, as if you were in the dead of night.
There was no wind, yet a chilling feeling seeped into my bones.
Green campfires flickered on the ground, and transparent Orcs souls sat around them.
"Living people, why do you disturb the peace of the dead?"
A voice rang out, and the soul of an Orcs appeared before everyone.
Despite their formidable power in the Lower City of Shattrath City, these big shots were all terrified and speechless in this eerie place.
Only Akama remained calm and slowly opened her eyes:
We want to see Greatmother Geyah.
The Orcs's soul took a deep breath, inhaling all the fragments of his soul through his nose, and nodded in satisfaction.
"You have offered enough sacrifices to be worthy of meeting Greatmother Geyah. Please follow me."