Element Perception, Dark Orcs' Gap [Seeking Subscriptions] [Extra Update]

A burst of wild laughter accompanied the appearance of the projected image!

Heibuge Moblood sat upright in the clan chief's seat.

His laughter was unrestrained, carrying a hint of contempt.

As a high-level Legendary powerhouse, Heibuge Moblood had received the blessing of the Draenor ancestors.

At the same time, when the dark power had swept over him, he had absorbed a great deal of dark essence.

Though he had yet to break through the limits of the Legendary rank, he was undoubtedly a formidable warrior.

Firelick Carlrig remained unruffled. This was a matter of mental discipline.

Moreover, he knew that the Witchcraft projection before him was not real-time communication.

There was no shaman in the Blackwater Army, so the other side could only contact him this way.

After another burst of wild laughter, Heibuge Moblood finally stopped.

His seated body leaned slightly forward as he extended a broad, rough palm covered in scars.

Come to think of it, this fellow was covered in wounds from head to toe. Even one of his ears was only half left.

"Dear Firelick, my half-blood... brother."

Heibuge Moblood put heavy emphasis on the words "half-blood."

And Firelick Carlrig frowned for the first time.

"We share the bloodline of the same ancestors, even if you only possess half of it..."

"Hahahaha!"

"Dear brother, you know I did not mean to mock you."

"Enough small talk. Let me get straight to the point."

"A mysterious and unfathomable great power has favored both you and me."

"This is our opportunity. Four camps, three great clans, plus the Blackwater Army—whoever conquers that place will gain the chance to transcend, live a new life, descend upon the Astral Realm once more, leave behind an immortal name, bring slaughter of will and blood to every world, and ultimately attain godhood!"