"Ah, returning home in glory, no matter in any world, such a thing is really exciting. I think back to when I first came to Azeroth, I was just an arrogant Ogres who didn't know the true meaning of power.
But look at me now
Tsk, the first Ogres Outstanding Graduate in the ancient academy, my portrait will be hung on the wall of the Nathrezim Academy and be admired by countless junior students.
You know, I used to think this was stupid formalism, but after I was hung up, I realized that this was the hard work of Dean Lanyue, hoping to use the deeds of outstanding graduates like us to inspire other students to move towards the other side of the truth."
I have to say, it is really a beautiful tradition."
In Northshire Abbey, Warlord Margok, who is wearing a Nathrezim Academy Outstanding Graduate robe, is expressing a very Versailles emotion, but His Majesty Kael'thas, who came to send it home, looks indifferent.
Outstanding Graduate, who is not?
And no matter how powerful you Mar'gok is, you still have to hang it below me on the wall of Outstanding Graduate?
But let me tell you, this Ogres is really awesome.
It took nine months after enrolling to complete Nathrezim Academy's regular study courses, and completed a very complex graduation project with super high efficiency under the supervision of Blue Moon Dean.
Although there must be Blue Moon Dean's special care for "foreign friends", although Mar'gok is born with two brains that allow it to complete its homework far more efficiently than other students, and although Ogre Shaman's lineage can be traced back to Defender Aggramar, it is the real Titan Legacy, so it is naturally sensitive to Arcane Truth.
But none of this can erase the efforts of the Ogre Shaman in front of me.
It takes nine months to accomplish something that an ordinary mage might not be able to do in a thousand years, which fully illustrates the terrifying talent and potential of Mar'gok itself.
It really couldn't fully unleash these potentials when it stayed in the countryside of Draenor, but Blue Moon Dean's superb teaching methods guided Mar'gok on the road to truly understanding the truth of Right Path.
It is still carrying the large scroll made by Titan Capacitor that Diakum the Saint gave it before, but this thing is no longer what it used to be.
Today's capacitors are wrapped with very fine Thunder streamers, and it looks like a miniature Lightning Storm jumping on the instrument all the time.
Kael'thas knows that this is Mar'gok's graduation topic.
My friend Ogres used his astonishing creativity, combined with the excellent blueprint of Titan Construct, and simulated the shaping method of Tidal Stone to create a "Gatanon Scroll" for himself.
The capacitor in its hand can be regarded as a "downgraded version" of Tidal Stone, which can ignore Elemental Authority, forcefully mobilize World Elements and freely convert all energy into Arcane Energy.
Although this thing is a downgraded version, if Mar'gok can make one by hand, it can naturally be mass-produced.
In fact, Ogre Warlord has made several copies of the production drawings of this thing and sent them to Quel'Thalas, Nar'thalas City and Dalaran respectively. Even Trolls has a copy.
It's definitely not for free.
As far as the price Kael'thas paid to get this "magic blueprint" was concerned, the Sun King was heartbroken. Mar'gok, who had resold his artifact four times, just received this wave of "knowledge payment" as a reward, which was enough for him to easily rebuild the glorious past of the Ogre Empire in Draenor.
Yes.
Ogre Warlord is not selling artifact knowledge for his own enjoyment. This guy is raising the funds needed to make "Ogre Empire great again".
It is difficult for you to criticize this kind of behavior, but in any case, in the two fields of "King" and "Arcane Mage", Mar'gok has done very well so far.
"So, I'm curious, my friend."
Sun King took out a pot of wine and three wine glasses from Magic Satchel, and filled them with his own hands for his friend.
He raised a glass of wine, Mar'gok laughed and held two wine glasses with both hands. In this simple farewell ceremony, Kael'thas drank the farewell wine and asked softly:
"What did you get from Dalaran with this Gatanon Scroll knowledge? I accidentally met Archmage Antonidas a few days ago. When he mentioned this matter, his expression was very ugly."
"Ha, this is a secret, of course I can't tell you."
Ogre Warlord squeezed its three eyes and replied in a contrived manner, but when it put down the wine glass, it still reached out and patted Kael'thas on the shoulder and whispered:
"But which one of us is following the other? We are comrades who have played with each other for a long time. I have to say what should be said. You see, Dalaran and Floating City are pretty good, right?"
I thought it was great, so I traded the drawing for a copy.
In a few years, when my "Highmaul Floating City" is finished, I will definitely drive it across the star realm to come here to see you, so don't be too surprised then."
"Huh?"
Kael'thas was stunned for a moment and asked:
"Didn't you say that you want so many things to rebuild Ogre Empire? Why do you need to use them to repair Floating City? Highmaul is the capital of your empire, right? You made it Floating City, what about the Ogres on the ground?"
"Hey, they can do whatever they want. What does that have to do with me?"
Mar'gok sneered rather coldly and said:
"The Ogre Empire I want to rebuild is not the ruined empire of the past. My friend, during the time of the Nathrezim Academy, I also discussed it with some friends, and even read the "Race Optimization" theory written by those biologists Druid while resting in the library.
Those very popular "Artificial Selection" and "Inheritance of Advantage" theories made me suddenly enlightened!
Ogres The biggest problem with the crumbling civilization is that the blood inheritance of our ethnic group is very unstable.
Ogre Shamans like me are very smart and have the ability to cast spells naturally, but ordinary Ogress are so stupid that they know how to eat and eat every day. How can we make Gorian Empire great again with such insects?
I have realized that I can no longer let my people live so casually.
I want to transform Ogres's bloodline from now on, get rid of those inferior genes, and leave only the superior inheritance.
Yes, I got inspiration from the war specialization of Shadow Chasing Swarm. I believe that if it is passed down from generation to generation, one day, my empire will be filled with high-quality and high-quality Ogres citizens.
By then, Ogre Empire doesn't need me to revitalize it, they can do it themselves."
"But you are few in number"
Kael'thas was not optimistic about this, he frowned and said:
"I once heard you say that the ratio of Two-headed Ogre to ordinary Ogres is about 1:1000. This ratio is simply disappointing. If the sample is too small, there will be no value in genetic replacement."
"Haha, I have my own ideas about this."
Mar'gok showed a mysterious smile. Obviously, it had its own plan for such a rapid expansion of the number of tribesmen, but it obviously could not tell others.
The conversation between the two soon came to an end.
When Mar'gok's luggage was delivered, King Ogres was ready to leave Azeroth and return home.
It may not come back in the next few decades. After all, he still has a lot of things to do in Draenor, and Warlord Margok has also changed from the novelty of Azeroth's chaotic dance of demons at the beginning to resistance and disgust now.
This damn world is either at war or preparing for war.
Compared with this place, Draenor is simply a peaceful and beautiful paradise. During the more than a year of studying, Mar'gok couldn't count how many times he was inexplicably involved in battles.
Although it is ambitious, it is indeed a leader who cherishes his life. If he continues to stay in Azeroth, he may be involved in some exaggerated incident.
For the sake of his own life, Mar'gok decided not to come to Azeroth for anything unnecessary in the future. It finally caught a glimpse of Arcane Truth who had reached the level of Lesser God, and it still wanted to live for a few more years.
"Wait!"
Just when Mar'gok and his group of big and round "King's Guards" were carrying some large boxes and were about to return home through Dark Portal, Kael'thas suddenly stopped them with a strange expression.
Sun King frowned, feeling the unique energy rhythm in these boxes.
Although each box has multiple energy encryptions, as one of the most outstanding spell casters of Azeroth, Kael'thas can still feel some very "familiar" atmosphere from it.
After a moment, he said in surprise:
"How did you get these things? Will the guardians of the sacred objects really hand them over to you willingly? When did you have such a wide network of contacts?"
"Are you kidding me? I don't know how much I weigh? In the big stage of Azeroth, I, Ogre Warlord, am just a little bitch."
Ogre Warlord curled his lips and said:
"These things are not mine, I am just delivering the goods for others. Who wants these powerful things, and who has the dignity to make all races willingly hand over the artifacts? You can probably guess it even if I don't tell you.
Don't ask too many questions, lest you get yourself into trouble that you can't handle, just pretend you didn't see it.
Okay, I have to leave. Remember to take your wife and children to Draenor for vacation.
I will entertain you well in my city, my friend."
Mar'gok laughed and waved goodbye, carrying his Gatanon Scroll on his back, and took his most trusted guards up the stairs of Dark Portal.
Many of these Ogres guards have their compatriots buried forever in Azeroth, but Ogres is not particular about returning to its roots. Some Ogres even chose to stay in Azeroth, and Mar'gok has no objection to this.
As a leader of a tribe, it is also an achievement for him to be able to see his tribe spread out in another world. As for whether Ogres's terrifying reproductive ability will create a lot of big-mouthed bandits in Azeroth, that is not a problem that Mar'gok needs to worry about.
With Azeroth's level of power, Ogres's ecological niche here is a little higher than those "roadside monsters" Gnoll and Murlocs, and it can't make a huge difference at all.
However, perhaps because the energy level of the "Azeroth souvenir" it carried this time was a bit high, the process of passing Dark Portal was also stretched several times.
It used to take just a few seconds, but today I was stuck on the blue bar for several minutes before I finally saw the familiar and nostalgic sky of Draenor.
At this moment, Mar'gok was standing on the stairs of Dark Portal. He really wanted to look up to the sky and shout, "Hu Hansan is back again!"
When it left here, it was just a legend full of power, but now it has returned as a demigod with a solid foundation and a promising future. Who else in this Draenor world can speak softly to it?
"Hey, that Ogres over there! You're so arrogant, why don't you come down quickly! What are you doing by blocking the door?"
Noisy sounds sounded from under the Dark Portal stairs, making Mar'gok glare down, and then he saw Steamwheedle Cartel's Trade Prince sitting in a sedan chair and waving impatiently.
From the looks of it, it should be that the "Commercial Market" inspection of Draenor has just been completed. It is estimated that Steamwheedle Cartel's shop will open here soon.
Mar'gok's two faces immediately changed into smiles.
This is a real "rich man". When he was building Highmaul Floating City, if he didn't have enough money and needed investment, this generous man with excellent vision would definitely be the first one.
Ogre Warlord and its guards moved out of the way, allowing Steamwheedle Prince to be carried on a sedan chair by four Ogres to the high platform. It took a few more minutes to sign a "Apexis Crystal supply contract" with Mar'gok, and then walked away.
Although in the world of supernatural power, wealth cannot be called "power", when there is as much money as Steamwheedle Prince, any strong person with some brains will not want to provoke it.
Steamwheedle This guy has so many connections!
I heard that its business has gone to Dragon Isles, and it is suspected that it also has a very good personal friendship with Vigilant. Therefore, no one knows what outrageous bodyguard it will get in the next second.
Until Mar'gok walked down the stairs, it looked left and right, and finally found Vigilant leisurely fishing on the edge of the island outside the mainland.
Diakum the Saint returned to Draenor half a month ago. Looking at him now, you can tell that Vigilant is very comfortable being able to escape from Azeroth's bad world.
Look how busy he is at Azeroth, even fishing. It would be better if he is not regarded as a fish to be caught by careerists.
So, this small place also has its advantages.
As the pace of life slows down, the quality of life will naturally improve.
"Saint, I'm glad you did! I brought those treasures back to you."
Mar'gok stepped forward and called out diligently, causing Diakum to glare at it helplessly. It took several hours to catch a fish, but this guy yelled and ran away.
Seeing Ogre Warlord lifting up his luxurious robe and about to jump down to catch the fish that dared to escape and didn't know how to lift, Vigilant waved his hand hurriedly.
Alas, it won't happen.
He put away his luxurious gem fishing rod, followed Ogres to the guard, looked at the box in front of him, touched it, and asked:
"Hasn't anyone else discovered it?"
"I shipped it in the name of my own personal belongings. No one knew that "Pillars of Creation" had been sent to Azeroth except Kael'thas who came to deliver it to me."
Mar'gok said:
"I'm just a nobody over there, and no one will pay special attention to me."
"Well, Kael'thas is very strict with his mouth. He is one of our own who we can rest assured."
Diakum crushed the chain made by Titan Divine Iron, opened the box and took a look. Khaz'goroth's Hammer and Tear of Elune were wrapped in black velvet.
The other two boxes contain Shield of Aggramar and the bulky Tidal Stone.
The last Pillars of Creation Aman'Thul's Eye is still in the city of Shal'dorei. Of course Diakum can get it if he wants, but the body of Queen Azshara is preserved in it. Considering the current state of Azshara, Dick does not intend to disturb the elves of Suramar.
"Well, I'm missing an accessory for self-defense, but the remaining three items are enough."
Dick picked up Tear of Elune and put it into his luggage, then closed the box, waved his hand and said:
"Just send them to World Tree Taya'la and hand them over to Forest Sprite Sage. You don't need to worry about the rest. Just go back to Highmaul. I heard that during the time you left, there was quite some unrest within the Ogres kingdom.
The overly exaggerated loose structure of your race is a big problem. If you want to make Ogres great again, you have to put more thought into this aspect."
"What you're teaching is that I already have a feasible idea."
Mar'gok said respectfully:
"I plan to spend three thousand years to complete the first step of this plan. To this end, I even asked for the Lich transformation ceremony from Blue Moon Dean. If my life comes to an end without touching the truth of Arcane, then I will not hesitate to find another way to continue my life.
It's a pity that you will return to the realm of death by then."
"Only for now."
Diakum said in a subtle tone:
"Perhaps in the not-too-distant future, Shadowlands's harsh destiny will also usher in a change? Who said that Lich can only walk on the road of death? This boring restriction is really meaningless.
Obviously we have Eternal Life time, we should make good use of it to pursue the truth of the stars.
Are you right?
Mar'gok."
Ogre Warlord didn't dare to answer, but its heart was beating.
Well, praise Vigilant, it seems that Diakum the Saint already has the next target for his conquest.
Holy, Arcane Path is about to be revived!