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In the cognition of the orcs, death is not the end of everything, and the ancestor souls who are strong enough will accept the divine guidance and go to Oshu'gun Holy Land to gather.

Over the years, high-ranking shamans from various clans have often traveled to Oshu'gun to seek guidance from the spirits of the ancestors.

But in fact, this custom did not exist at the beginning of the orcs, but gradually formed after the Draenei spaceship crashed in Nagrand.

Moreover, the phenomenon of gathering the souls of the ancestors is not as mysterious as the shamans said.

According to the Draenei, after their spaceship Jinidar unfortunately crashed in Draenor, one of the spaceship, Naruk Ure, was seriously injured and could not leave with the Draenei.

In desperation, Prophet Velen could only leave the seriously injured Keurei in the spaceship, and lead the surviving Draenei to avoid the approaching local aborigines, and look for inaccessible places to settle down.

Naaru is a conglomerate of holy light. Even in a seriously injured state, Keuree will still release holy light unconsciously.

His injuries will become more and more serious with the unstoppable overflow of holy light, until after the holy light is exhausted, he turns from light to image and degenerates into a dark naaru.

The holy light emanating from Ke'ure unexpectedly attracted the souls of the orc ancestors in Nagrand who had not yet been led to the Shadowlands.

More and more souls are chasing the light of Ke'ure, and spontaneously gather in Oshu'gun, which has gradually become a holy place for orcs to worship and seek the wisdom of their ancestors.

Every time they travel to Oshu'gun to meet the ancestral spirits, the shamans of the orc clans bring some pure elemental essences as offerings to the ancestors.

These elemental essences delayed the deterioration of Keurei's injury, and forced Keuredo to persist for decades.

It wasn't until Gul'dan abandoned the original elemental beliefs of the orcs and introduced fel energy into the orc tribes that the Holy Land of Oshu'gun gradually declined.

Without the nourishment of the elemental essence, Keurei's injuries became more and more serious day by day. The spirits of the orc ancestors around him were very distressed by this, but they were already souls and they were helpless.

The last time Sharlayan left Draenor, Ke'ure's situation was already very dangerous.

Velen entrusted Maraad and Nubundo who volunteered to stay in Draenor with the task of maintaining K'ure's state.

Under the strong pressure exerted by the Burning Legion, it is not known whether the expeditionary force and the remaining draenei will have enough energy to take good care of Keure.

It's a bit of a stretch.

In Drek'Thar's cognition, the world of the dead is Oshu'gun, but this is obviously incorrect.

Oshu'gun only retained some of the souls that had not yet been summoned by the Shadow Realm, and the vast majority of orc souls would still flow into the Shadow Realm.

Durotan, who is still serving as a baron in the Academy of Soul Selection, is a clear example.

From Drek'Thar's point of view, Sharlayan's words were a little bit gibberish, which further aggravated his suspicion of this person.

"The world of the dead?" Drek'Thar grinned and sneered inexplicably, "Why didn't I know that there is a holy place like Oshu'gun in Azeroth?"

"Oshu'gun?"

Sharlayan froze for a moment, and after a few seconds, he hammered his palm with a dazed expression.

"So that's it, your brother thinks Oshu'gun is the so-called world of the dead?"

"If by your standards..."

Sharlayan casually opened the passage to Zlos, the world of withering, and the strange aura blown from the world of withered, which is directly connected to the shadow world, made Drek'Thar's whole body tremble.

"The so-called 'world of the dead' of this level, I can easily create one for you."

Drek'Thar jumped up from the ground in surprise, and pointed the wooden staff in his hand at Sharlayan full of vigilance.

"Who the hell are you! Why did you stay by Guy's side to confuse him!"

Sharlayan rolled his eyes angrily: "Bewitching? Which eye of yours saw me bewitching him? It's really kind of me to treat him like a donkey."

After closing the space channel leading to the realm of withering, Sharlayan endured his temper and continued to explain: "The world of the dead I'm talking about is the final destination of all the dead in the material universe—the Shadow Realm."

"Oshu'gun? What kind of beast is that thing? It just attracted the souls of some orcs by virtue of the power of the holy light overflowing from Naruk Ure. It doesn't even count as the sub-plane of death."

"Only you ignorant orcs would treat the waste products of the Draenei as treasures. Open your eyes and see the world as soon as possible. The Burning Legion across the galaxy will not give you much time to re-understand the world."

"The Burning Legion..."

Drek'Thar was annoyed at Sharlayan's merciless taunt, but Sharlayan's last mention of the Burning Legion quenched all his anger.

The face of the old shaman showed panic unconsciously: "You mean... Even after fleeing Draenor, the Burning Legion is still staring at us?"

"Heh~ what else?"

Sharlayan said sarcastically: "You don't think everything will be fine if you escape to Azeroth, do you? No, no?"

【Grass, although I know that Xiao Sa is deliberately using aggressive tactics, but I still think his tone is so cheap. 】

[I can no longer agree, my fists have already been clenched. 】

[A wave of Drek'Thar who sympathizes with pig brain overload. 】

Sarlayan ignored the barrage's comments, and continued to push Drek'Thar's luck into a corner step by step.

"I'm sorry to tell you that Azeroth is the thorn in the side of the Burning Legion's eye."

"Your escape from Draenor will not escape the attention of the Burning Legion, but will be regarded by them as an obstacle to the conquest of Azeroth."

"I know that your orc civilization is not yet civilized, and your understanding of the world is still very shallow. This is a necessary process for the development of civilization."

"But I'm sorry, there is not so much time for you to stay in your comfort zone and engage in that primitive ancestor worship day after day."

"Let me tell you straight, Shaman Drek'Thar."

"What you orcs call the Oshu'gun Holy Land is actually the Draenei spaceship that crashed into Draenor."

"The reason why it attracts the souls of orcs is because a naaru who is about to fall is unconsciously exuding the power of holy light."

Sharlayan sneered and warned: "Toguldan guides you to give up the service of shamanism and ancestor beliefs. Keure, who has not been replenished with elemental essence, is still deteriorating day by day, and may degenerate into a dark naaru at any time."

"Once the situation deteriorates to that extent, all your ancestor souls will be used by the dark naaru as nourishment to repair your injuries."

"The real world of the dead is the Shadow Realm that can accommodate all the souls of the entire material universe. Durotan struggled in one of the countries in the Shadow Realm. It was there that I met him by chance and got what he wanted to give to Goel. Wolf Soul Tomahawk."

Not only the old shaman Drek'Thar whose world view was shattered, Go'el was also fascinated by the secret knowledge that expanded the world view.

Hearing Sharlayan mention his name, Goel came back to his senses and nodded hastily.

"Yes, there are words left by my father in the wolf soul battle axe. It is under the guidance of the map he left that we can find the hermitage of the Frostwolf clan."

Suddenly receiving a lot of important information that he hadn't touched in the entire first half of his life at once, Drek'Thar really had a brain overload as the barrage joked.

"Huh~"

Shaking his head vigorously, Drek'Thar put aside the information that could not be absorbed temporarily, and solemnly took the wolf soul battle ax from Goel.

As a spellcaster and wise man among the orcs, Drek'Thar felt a certain will remaining in the weapon while holding the battle axe.

After using the power of the elements to activate the wolf soul battle axe, Drek'Thar also heard the message that Goel had heard.

With his understanding of Durotan's word habits and tone, Drek'Thar can be sure that this message is indeed from Durotan himself.

"Shadow Realm..."

Returning the wolf soul battle ax to Goel with a complex expression, Drek'Thar sighed faintly: "Is it really because our way of understanding the world is too narrow? I didn't expect that the Holy Land of Oshu'gun is just... hey ~"

Under Sharlayan's deafening warning, Drek'Thar seemed a little suspicious of life.

But in fact, he doesn't have to be so inferior, let alone orcs, there are not many people in Azeroth who know the existence of the shadow world.

If Sharlayan suddenly came to talk to kings like Terenas and Jean about the Shadow Realm, they would most likely be treated as a swindler.

Sharlayan folded his hands on his chest and asked calmly, "So, what are you going to do after confirming Durotan's message?"

"Continue to follow the Frostwolf Clan's seclusion policy? Or actively participate in the world and prepare in advance for the crisis that will come sooner or later?"