"Holy crap!"
A Mag'har Orcs with a scarred face stepped forward and strode toward the pyramid.
"Very good."
The Ancestral Spirit, Gormash, showed a look of satisfaction and proclaimed loudly:
"We Orcs have never lacked warriors. The blood and sacrifice of countless Orcs have forged the Invincible history of the Orcs, and we will surely rise again."
Many Mag'har Orcs looked on with envy, wishing they could take their place.
The scarred Mag'har Orcs arrived at the pyramid and began climbing up one side. Suddenly, a flash of light appeared, and his body was torn to pieces, dying instantly. His head rolled down the pyramid.
Gormash, having anticipated this, shouted, "For the rise of the Mag'har Orcs, sacrifices must be made. The time for Consecration has come; I need to see your courage."
"I'll go."
"I do."
"For the Orcs."
Thousands of Mag'har Orcs bravely stepped forward and rushed toward the pyramid that shimmered with seven-colored light.
Swish!
A flash of light, and these Mag'har Orcs did not escape their Destiny of death; instantly, corpses littered the ground, and blood flowed like rivers.
Nexus-Prince Shaffar, leading a group of Ethereal, watched from the sidelines.
The pyramid's defenses are not difficult to break; as long as the Ethereal are willing to intervene, the Mag'har Orcs won't need to go and die.
But since the Mag'har Orcs were so brave and fearless, Sha'far was naturally unwilling to stop them, since they had already lost their usefulness.
Gormash's eyes widened, and he shouted at the top of his lungs:
"Orcs, victory is within reach! Never give up! For the glory of the Orcs!"
At this moment, the remaining Mag'har Orcs looked at each other.
The bravest of the Mag'har Orcs either died searching for the node's location or vanished into the purple mist at the center; the last warrior perished in the pyramid.
It is truly remarkable that so many compatriots in an ethnic group are unafraid of death.
The remaining Mag'har Orcs do not possess such courage.
Gormash was very unhappy and started cursing:
"Useless trash! You have truly disappointed me. Do you want outsiders to look down on us? The Warsong Clan Orcs are a thousand times braver than you. You are a disgrace to the Orcs."
A few Orcs couldn't bear these words and, gritting their teeth, stepped forward and walked toward the murderous pyramid.
As expected, they perished again at the foot of the pyramids, their faces filled with terror.
Bodies piled up like mountains beneath the pyramids, limbs and severed bodies were everywhere, and the remaining Mag'har Orcs were too frightened to move forward.
Gormash, looking disgusted, shouted again:
"Orcs, muster your courage! In my memory, not a single Orcs has ever feared death. The rise of the Orcs is imminent. Are you really going to give up like this?"
Unfortunately, no matter what Gormash said, the Orcs refused to move, each with their heads down, like defeated quails.
Gormash smiled sinisterly, deciding to use his last resort:
"You have committed a crime and don't deserve to breathe. It seems I must teach you what courage is."
A fully armed Orcs appeared; they were the Law Enforcement Force that Gormash had prepared long ago.
The Law Enforcement Force, wielding sharp Battle Axes, drove the Mag'har Orcs forward. Several who hesitated were cleaved in two with a single blow.
The Mag'har Orcs cried out as they were driven toward the pyramid by Law Enforcement Forces.
When bravery and fearlessness become the norm, self-preservation becomes a crime.
Another ten thousand Orcs perished at the foot of the pyramids, leaving Gormash with only his Law Enforcement Forces.
Of course, this is only a portion of the Mag'har Orcs; many more Orcs await at Auchindoun camp.
Gormash, his face grim, ordered, "Bring all those Orcs here. The rise of the Mag'har Orcs is imminent."
Among the Law Enforcement Forces, a young, thin Orcs stepped forward and shouted:
"Let me give it a try."
Go, Gormash man, I am proud of you.
Nexus-Prince Shaffar noticed that the energy inside the pyramid was almost depleted, and its power was far less than it had been at its peak.
If another thousand Mag'har Orcs were to die, the pyramid would lose its lethality.
Unfortunately, this brave young Orcs appeared at the wrong time.
The skinny Orcs climbed the pyramid, looking clumsy and uncoordinated.
Suddenly, a flash of light from the pyramid shone on him.
A shield appeared around the thin Orcs, blocking the light from the pyramid.
Among the Mag'har Orcs are Mages, and judging from the strength of this shield, he is extremely powerful.
Something's not right!
Nexus-Prince Shaffar realized something and hurriedly shouted:
"Grab him, he's an imposter."
The skinny Orcs smiled smugly, already very close to the Node Key, and instantly Blink to the top of the pyramid.
Grabbing the Node Key, the skinny Orcs was about to open the Portal and escape.
Boom!
The Node Key emitted a blue light that spread in all directions, instantly turning the nearest, thin Orcs into ashes.
It is not a physical body of flesh and blood, but an avatar made of Arcane Magic.
Shafar breathed a sigh of relief, not daring to take any chances, and led the Ethereal toward the pyramid.
The Ethereal being is extremely fast, only slightly slower than a mage's Blink.
Unexpectedly, a screeching sound came, and a large, translucent purple hand, almost half the size of a pyramid, grabbed the Node Key from a distance.
This is a very common Mage Hand, yet it can produce such an effect, demonstrating that this mage's skill is extraordinary.
Shafar was already prepared, and gently raised his right hand, releasing dozens of mana orbs in succession.
The spells of the Ethereal form a complete system, fundamentally different from those of Azeroth and Outland.
These mana orbs are called Void Beacons, and they possess various mysterious abilities.
The Void Beacon struck the Mage Hand, instantly shattering the purple Mage Hand.
Shafar looked at Gormash.
Gormash was terrified, sensing a threat to his life, and hurriedly explained:
"It wasn't me, I'm innocent."
The Void Beacon a nimble turn and flew towards Gormash at an extremely fast speed.
Gormash immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed. "Spare me, I don't want to die."
Gormash, who kept saying he "must be brave," was a coward and Imp when faced with life and death.
Fortunately, the Void Beacon wasn't targeting him. After Gormash knelt down, the Void Beacon grazed his scalp as it flew past.
A golden shield appeared behind Gormash, blocking all the Void Beacons.
"The power of the Holy Light... are you one of A'dal's people?" Shafar asked in surprise.
A young Orcs stepped forward with a smile, first kicking away the troublesome Gormash, and then shrieked:
"The Node Key belongs to the Outland; it should not belong to you Ethereal."
The voice was clearly disguised, Shafar sneered:
"If they don't belong to us Ethereal, do they belong to the Army of the Light?"
The young Orcs said coldly, "Of course, it belongs to the strongest. If you don't want to die, you'd better leave here, or you'll bear the consequences."
"Then we'll see what you're capable of."
Shafar spread his arms, and dozens of Void Beacons flew out, condensing into a humanoid shape made of flowing light.
The young Orcs frowned, and Holy Light condensed into a golden spear that flew towards Shafar, but it was easily blocked by the luminous humanoid.
Shafar said smugly, "This is the nemesis of the Holy Light; you're doomed."