Tol'vir is the indigenous inhabitants of Uldum. These guys are also made of flesh and blood, but their shape is more like Tiger with four legs and a tail, but with a humanoid body, or a black cheetah.
These guys have a gentle personality. Although they are a bit fierce for ordinary people, they are creatures that are easy to get along with. Of course, the premise is to respect their special living habits. The whereabouts of Tol'vir are all over the entire Uldum, and there are many of them. They are scattered into three large tribes here, which are almost based on the ruling areas demarcated by the three mysterious Obelisk.
The terrain of Uldum itself is also very interesting. Although most of the area here has been transformed into a desert by the restart of the surface tens of thousands of years ago, it is mixed with all the terrain owned by the entire Azeroth: Swamp, Waterfall, Woodland, Jungle, even Reservoir and Lake, and the ubiquitous Oasis.
The reason why this ever-changing terrain style appears is because this was once the "Climate Research Center" of the Titanss. Titans shaped various terrains here for experiments. After they left, they deliberately left Guardians to guard this magnificent land.
At this point, the more sensitive brothers will definitely understand, yes, Tol'vir, those Guardians!
However, like other Titan-forged, they experienced the mysterious "Curse of Flesh", changing from the form of Obsidian into flesh and blood.
To imagine what Tol'vir looked like before, you have to refer to Follower Moam of Dick. The predecessors of these guys are what Obsidian Guardians looked like. Those Obsidian Guardians who have been trapped in the Qiraji empire actually barely escaped.
After becoming Flesh Creature, Tol'vir did not forget their responsibilities like Dwarves and humans did. On the contrary, even though they were flesh and blood, Weaklings firmly guarded their responsibilities.
When the wide hull of the "No." docked on the coast of Uldum, Mr. Captain Gibbs of the ship personally held Red Carpet and prepared to lay a luxurious Staircase, but was stopped by Dick.
Northern Frontier's war is like a heavy responsibility on his shoulders, and there is no time for these false gifts.
"Gibbs, take me directly to the ruins of Halls of Origination. I heard that Brann and Dr. Harrison are making good progress?"
Paladin was still dressed like Hunter's Garb, but Gibbs Captain did not dare to show any slightness. He hurriedly replied,
"When I returned to Tanaris last time, Brann Prince and Dr. Harrison had cleared most of the temple buried in the sand, but they couldn't get in! The place was very strange, and monsters made of stone would rush out from time to time to block our excavation. With all due respect, sir, that doesn't look like a good place!"
After hearing Gibbs's words, Dick was stunned for a moment, then shook his head,
"Of course it's not a good place, Gibbs, forget it, take me there!"
Dick was a little uninterested, so Gibbs naturally did not dare to ask any more questions. The longer he stayed with Senxia, the more Gibbs knew that in many cases, the secret was the god of death. If you knew too much, you would definitely die.
Soon, this Gilneas man brought several Grays, and Desert Camels were still chewing fodder in their mouths. In an environment full of wind and sand like Uldums, there is no better mount than this one.
The enthusiastic Gibbs also specially found a veil made of Silk for Dick, but was declined by Dick. With Naaru's Shield in hand, no amount of wind or sand can stop their progress, but riding Camel, whether it was before or now, is really a novel experience.
Just as Dick held up Holy Light Shield, wrapped Gibbs and others in it, and quickly moved towards the Halls of Origination ruins in the center of Uldum in the wind and sand, in another place, Senxia and others were also busy. To be precise, they were running away!
The situation was more terrifying than Senxia suspected. After realizing that the pharaoh was missing, the entire Orsis Tribe seemed to have gone crazy. All the soldiers were sent out, searching Desert in Uldum almost inch by inch. What's even more terrible is that Orsis Tribe also contacted two other tribes, Neferset and Ramkahen. The Faoris pharaoh of Ramkahen soon sent his younger brother, Nadun Prince led soldiers to join the search, but the warlike Neferset tribe refused to join forces.
This is undoubtedly a great blessing among misfortunes for Senxia and others.
From last night to now, they have experienced five encounters. Even Das was injured while fighting the tall Tol'vir General. The Pirates were even scattered and fell into the vast Desert. Everyone knows the consequences of having no guide and no supplies.
In this group of people, there are only Senxia, Naisha and Combat Strength. However, these two people cannot protect these injured companions at all, so they can only move towards Halls of Origination in embarrassment. 's Headquarters escaped. The distance between the two places was not too far, but Tol'vir was biting hard, especially Desert who was tamed by those animal trainers. Hyena, it's like a dog-skin plaster that can't be shaken off at all.
"Naisha, you take the Pharaoh and go first! I will stop them! Find reinforcements and let those scum come and help me!"
Senxia retracted the vines coming out from his fingers Spread. Facing him, three Tol'vir Warrior fell limply into Desert. Even if he was unwilling, Senxia had no choice but to go on a killing spree. With his special physique, even if Naisha wanted to kill him, it would take a lot of effort, so Wardens weighed it for a few seconds and sneaked into the shadows carrying a big baggage.
In the desert behind her, Das was also killing like crazy, while Demitier transformed into a dragon again, flying in the hot sky, using Dragon Breath and dragon power to drive away the pursuers who kept coming.
The situation was very bad, so Naisha was also very fast. After leaving the battlefield, she summoned her own Nightsaber, briefly discerned the direction, and quickly ran towards the location of Halls of Origination.
Just when Naisha arrived at the ruins, Dick had just arrived here. He was talking to Dr. Harrison and old Dwarves Brann was talking about something, and then he saw Naisha jumping out of Brann's shadow in a somewhat embarrassed manner, with a big cloth bag still struggling behind her back.
"Naisha? What's going on?"
Dick looked at the Wardens leader in surprise, and then quickly noticed the blood stained on Naisha's cloak, and his eyes immediately became serious.
"Did you encounter a fight?"
Wardens's reply is very simple,
"It's Scepter!"
Dick understood, and then he turned his attention to Tol'vir who crawled out of the cloth bag in embarrassment.
"Who is this?"
"Orsis's Pharaoh!"
Naisha took out a box from Backpack behind his back, put it on the table and opened it. The bejeweled colors made Dr. Harrison and Brann's eyes light up, but Paladin raised his left hand and stroked these exquisitely shaped Scepter, and finally shook his head.
"No, Scepter of Orsis is not among them!"
Then, Paladin lowered his voice and said to Dwarves and Harrison Jones, "I have something personal to discuss with Mr. Pharaoh."
Old Dwarves and the human archaeologists understood. They walked out of the tent with the box filled with exotic items and Scepter inside. Naisha sat aside to rest. This Wardens was a trustworthy person, so Dick did not drive her away, but turned his head to Orsis Pharaoh, who was also looking at him.
Paladin cleared his throat and said in an unskilled Titan language,
"I know...Orsis Tribe has been carrying a mission since ancient times, and I am here for this!"
Hearing that this was a secret language even among Tol'vir's group, Orsis Pharaoh's ears immediately stood up with great vigilance. He looked at Dick in disbelief. After a few seconds, he spoke. The pharaoh's voice was very magnetic,
"But your behavior is terrible! Stranger, you are provoking Orsis's dignity. In this land, this is a serious crime!"
Dick's eyes narrowed, and he stretched out his left hand, revealing Silvery-white skin, and placed it in front of Orsis Pharaoh.
"No, Pharaoh, you don't understand what it means for me to come here. You don't understand what my presence means to you. Touch my hand and I will show you what you want."
Tiger-person Pharaoh Doubt who owned Golden-yellow mane on the opposite side glanced at Dick, but he still stretched out his hand and clicked on Dick with Claws 's palm, the next moment, the feeling of boiling and kneeling coming from Bloodline shocked his whole body, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back. His mouth widened, his expression was full of shock, and he pointed at Dick.
"You... you are..."
Paladin opened his mouth and smiled,
"Do you understand? My Mr. Pharaoh, I am here for your mission, but I will not ask you to kneel down and hand Scepter of Orsis to me. I promise to end your mission of tens of thousands of years and open Gate of Eternal Rebirth. Uldum will no longer be isolated from the world. You will officially step on the stage of this world instead of living in captivity!"
His Excellency Pharaoh breathed heavily for several times. He was struggling. On the one hand, the mission from Titans was flowing in their Bloodline. Even after Curse of Flesh, these Uldum's Guardians did not relax for a moment.
The Royal Family members of the three tribes of Tol'vir have carefully protected this secret for thousands of years, and they have never relaxed.
But on the other hand, from the contact just now, Orsis Pharaoh has already understood the identity of Dick, the throbbing that originated from Bloodline, and the perception passed down from Scroll. The information left by the fathers has confirmed the identity of Dick.
The real Titan Keepers and Tol'vir should be loyal to existence.
But what Curse of Flesh brings to Tol'vir is not only the weakening of strength, but also the liberation of spirit. No one wants a guy who appears out of nowhere to become their master, especially Orsis Pharaoh.
Probably seeing his hesitation, Dick emphasized his tone.
"I will not ask you to surrender. You are free creatures. You have the right to choose your own Fate. I only want Scepter of Orsis. That is what I deserve!"
"But you must swear not to use Being beneath the Halls of Origination to do anything evil!"
Orsis Pharaoh reached out from the chest of his robe, took out a worn pendant, and held it in his hand. There was some persistence shining in his eyes.
"The history we inherit records the disaster tens of thousands of years ago, which turned the originally beautiful and rich Uldum into a desert. The power of Halls of Origination cannot fall into the hands of evil people. Even if you are Guardians, I still need a guarantee! This is our mission!"
Dick stretched out his hand and solemnly swore Titan language,
"In the name of Dick Bronzan, I swear that I will not use Forge of Origination to do any evil that threatens this Planet and life in this world, nor will I demand to live in Uldum in any form's Tol'vir obey my rule, and in the name of Guardians, I will end their ten-thousand-year mission and give them freedom! The Great Dark Beyond and Titans will witness this oath!"
When the words fell, Silver Light lit up on Dick's body, and finally retracted into the body, just like invisible shackles wrapped around the soul. This surprised Paladin. He had never encountered such a situation before, while Orsis Pharaoh calmly placed the pendant in Dick's palm, and then said leisurely,
"Guardians's oath is powerful! Master Guardians, only your oath can make me completely let go of my heart. This is Scepter of Orsis. Artifact, which can sense the three Obelisk and Vale of Origins, is also the embodiment of our mission."
Pharaoh breathed a sigh of relief and seemed to be completely relaxed. He looked at Naisha, shook his head, and asked Dick again,
"Then now, can I go? Mr. Guardians."
Dick talks about the Pendant that Order Power poured into his hand. A simple Scepter engraved with the sculptures of the Great Dark Beyond and Eagle jumped into his hand. The orthodox Titanic Energy surged in his hand, and the light illuminated the entire room like a dream.
Orsis Pharaoh and Naisha both looked at this scene in surprise.
"Go, Pharaoh, you are free!"
Dick held Scepter in the palm of his hand, and the starlight was restrained. When Tol'vir Pharaoh heard this, he was stunned for a moment, then he bowed very respectfully, and finally walked out of the tent.
An hour later, Senxia and others returned safely, and even those Pirate who were caught were sent back to Camp.
A promise, a race, and freedom.