Chapter 1021 Pilgrimage

The place that the necromancer dislikes most is the area controlled by the orcs. In such a place, they can only secretly dig out a large number of orc bones in the orc cemetery. These bones are good materials for transforming the undead.

But unfortunately, the souls of these bones have returned to the embrace of the earth. Even the most powerful necromancer can only transform the orc undead into the most ordinary skeleton soldiers.

Even the strong ones among the orcs can still transform the undead into skeleton soldiers, just a little stronger.

And these most ordinary skeleton soldiers are the most ordinary cannon fodder for the necromancer, and they are purely used for consumption in the tactics of the sea of ​​undead.

Moreover, the necromancer dare not move the orc bones that have been transformed into spirits to continue to protect the tribe. As long as he transforms the bones into skeleton soldiers, it is equivalent to carrying a positioning device anytime and anywhere, waiting for the orcs to hunt him down.

So no matter how big the battle is, no matter how many orcs die, the orcs never have to worry about the bones being transformed into undead and causing any disaster.

Seeing the countless orc undead for the first time, all the orcs were shocked. Seeing the undead rushing over, no orc had any reaction.

The great chief had a very complicated expression, both sad and relieved. Seeing that the endless undead had surrounded them, the great chief took out the new heritage totem of the Bloodfang tribe.

The totem pole covered with the names of the orc ancestors just appeared, as if attracted by something, the totem pole bloomed with a soft light, and countless voices like the murmurs of souls sounded.

The densely packed words on the totem pole seemed to come alive, constantly rolling and wriggling, as if there were a lot of words inside the totem pole rolling onto the surface of the totem pole.

"Orc warriors, I, Krom Bloodfang, come to welcome your souls. May your achievements be remembered by all orcs, and may your souls rest in peace."

The great chief hugged the heritage totem pole and roared loudly.

Then the chieftain began to sing the ancient ballads of the orcs in his rough voice. This was the ballad that the orcs used to commemorate and praise the heroes of the tribe after the war.

The vicissitudes of life, the unyielding will to fight, the will to protect...

A group of orc wolf riders drew out their scimitars, cut their cheeks, and let the blood flow out. They raised their scimitars and almost roared, following the chieftain to shout the ancient ballads of the orcs.

Many people on the human side were ready for the battle, and Dilas took out the cracked shadow cloak to be on guard at any time.

Lin Yun watched all this silently, looking at the orcs who roared the ballad with red eyes, and sighed softly in his heart.

Full of blood, and as firm and steady as the earth, they will never retreat. Blood and scars are their medals. Only the most powerful warriors will be respected and revered by the tribesmen, and cowards will be spurned by all orcs.

In the most ancient times, the ancient legendary orc waved the broken totem and roared the roar engraved in the souls of all orcs.

Orcs never surrender...

Unfortunately, only these oldest orcs may be so pure, for the belief, not for the tribe, life is not important.

In the current world of Northrend, some orcs are even famous for cunning...

Lin Yun shook his head and looked at the undead.

The fastest undead had already rushed four or five hundred meters away.

Suddenly, the orc skeleton soldiers in the front who were waving bone weapons and roaring silently suddenly fell to the ground. In their heads, the soul fire that seemed to be very violent flew out of their eye sockets, like a piece of light blue firefly, flying towards the inheritance totem in the hands of the chief.

And those orc undead who lost the soul fire, their bodies seemed to have experienced tens of millions of years of weathering in an instant, and instantly turned into large pieces of ashes and scattered. Those ashes fell to the ground and soon disappeared on the ground.

As long as the undead enter the one thousand meter radius of the great chief, their soul fire will actively fly out of their bodies and fly into the inheritance totem.

Every time a soul fire sinks into the inheritance totem, a name will light up on the surface of the inheritance totem, and then the lit name will roll with the light of the totem pole and sink into the interior of the totem pole, and there are more names that flip from the interior of the totem pole to the surface of the totem pole.

It seems that those names are welcoming their masters. Every time a name lights up, there will be a faint murmur.

The team began to move forward slowly, and more and more orc undead appeared, and the level of appearance became higher and higher...

None of the humans spoke. This picture looked really shocking. At this moment, even those who looked down on orcs the most could not say any slanderous words.

"Merlin, these orc undead will not appear in front of orcs? What's wrong now?"

Andefa floated to Lin Yun and asked in a low voice.

Lin Yun shook his head.

"They are all warriors, not undead."

After saying that, Lin Yun continued to look at the undead army that rushed forward one after another.

The souls of these orcs were suppressing the Lord of Fury, and their bodies turned into undead. It was impossible to completely sever the connection between the soul and the body.

As long as the souls of the orcs who suppressed the Lord of Fury have not died, these undead will never disappear. Even if they are killed and their bodies are burned to ashes, they will still be resurrected under the earth and crawl out of the earth again.

The endless breath of death, the souls of those orcs, and even their unyielding will are all the power to support these undead.

When those souls were still suppressing the Lord of Fury, these undead, especially the high-level undead, more or less had some memories of their lives. It was completely normal for them not to approach the orc tribes and not want the orcs to see them.

These orc undead certainly did not want the living orcs to know them, but those souls gathered together to form a new inheritance totem. These orc undead were equivalent to losing control, leaving only pure instinct.

They would attack all living creatures, just like normal undead.

According to legend, the undead were born because of their hatred for the living. They would instinctively attack any living creature. This is instinct, just like the instinct of people needing to breathe.

Lin Yun had long known that the undead would definitely appear, and this time was the time to let the heroic souls of those ancient orcs rest in peace.

The team was advancing very slowly, and it was unknown how many orc undead had died. Their bodies had merged back into the earth, and their soul fire had merged into the inheritance totem.

Slowly, the number of orc undead below level 20 became fewer and fewer, and in the end they completely disappeared. Those who continued to rush up were at least level 25 or above...

Two hours later, all the undead below level 30 disappeared...

Lin Yun also saw a few "familiar people." The highest-level undead that had been killed before were all resurrected, and behind them, the dark elves, ghost behemoths, and undead shamans all appeared...

The dark aura on the dark elves slowly dissipated, and the aura of death also slowly dissipated. In the end, the body turned into a light blue light, like a long blue river, rushing into the inheritance totem from a distance.

The ghost Behemoth roared to the sky, and it seemed to cheer a little. Its huge body jumped up, like a big dog rushing to its master...

His translucent body slowly dissipated, and also turned into a long river of light, all integrated into the inheritance totem...

In the end, all the orc undead disappeared, except for the last heaven-level death shaman.

In the eyes of the death shaman, a slowly burning soul fire swayed. His soul fire was not as crazy as other orc undead, just like a pure ordinary undead.

His soul fire was very calm, and his empty eyes seemed to have a trace of wisdom. He looked at the inheritance totem in the hands of the great chief in the distance, slowly fell to the ground, and walked over step by step.

The closer he got, the stronger the wisdom in his eyes became. When he walked to the range of 300 meters of the inheritance totem, his soul fire had not yet floated out.

Deidara frowned and took out his metal staff. A ball of orange flames burned, and the others also took out their weapons and prepared to fight.

Lin Yun suddenly appeared next to Deidara, stretched out his hand to stop Deidara, and shook his head at Deidara.

"It's okay, he is on a pilgrimage."

A hundred meters away, the wisdom in the eyes of the Death Shaman was like an old wise man.

He slowly knelt down, like an ordinary orc on a pilgrimage, and knelt in front of the inheritance totem.

The chief walked down silently, put the inheritance totem in front of the Death Shaman, and then stood on both sides with the orc army as if welcoming the return of a hero.

The Death Shaman slowly walked towards the inheritance totem. When he was ten meters away, he raised his hands, took off his head, and silently placed it in front of the inheritance totem.

In an instant, the soul fire in his head sank into the inheritance totem and disappeared. His body also turned into ashes and dissipated in an instant. However, the skull did not turn into ashes, but was attracted by the inheritance totem and flew to the top of the inheritance totem, as if it had merged into the inheritance totem and grew on the top of the inheritance totem.

A huge name flashed on the inheritance totem, Rexxar!

All other names were lingering around this name. The inheritance totem suddenly bloomed with endless brilliance, and a circle of halo spread around.

In an instant, this piece of black and gray land full of death regained its vitality, and green grass and vegetation grew out from the ground. All the breath of death dissipated, as if everything just now was an illusion.

The chieftain led the orc cavalry and knelt respectfully in front of the inheritance totem, and then put the inheritance totem away.

Lin Yun looked at the skull on the inheritance totem with admiration in his eyes.

This is a pure warrior. Everything he does, even if he is not an orc, will be respected by him. This has nothing to do with strength, it is purely because of his actions.

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