He could clearly feel that Sal's tension, anxiety, pain, despair and other negative emotions were constantly accumulating, and he couldn't help but slightly raise the corners of his mouth with a playful smile.

"Are you the demon who turned Grom and me into this horrible state?!"

The young warchief is indeed one of the few wise men among the orcs.

Although Zuo Si showed up last time disguised as a demon from the Burning Legion, he still managed to identify it immediately.

"Haha, I have many identities and forms, the one you have seen before is just one of them."

As he said that, Zuo Si's body shape began to change drastically. In just a few seconds, it changed into the previous appearance that merged the blood of Hakkar and the blood of the Dread Lord, and then quickly changed back again.

"How about it, have you seen it? Appearance is a very deceptive disguise. As long as you know a little bit about transformation or illusion magic, you can easily play various roles."

"So you're not a demon?"

Sal's nerves were obviously tense, and he probed with a furrowed brow.

Zuo Si smiled and shook his head: "No, I can indeed be regarded as a demon to a certain extent now, but it has nothing to do with the Burning Legion. On the contrary, I am a mortal enemy with them. In addition, you can call me directly

For Soth.”

"Thos? God of Contract!"

Sal's pupils suddenly dilated, his heartbeat accelerated several times in an instant, and his pupils began to glow with a strange blood-red light.

This is a manifestation of the stress reaction of the blood orcs after being stimulated by the outside world.

This shows how shocked and unbelievable he was.

Because if this is true, then there must be a huge conspiracy hidden behind the whole thing.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Yes, it's me."

Zuo Si responded in the affirmative generously.

At this moment, he no longer needs to hide his identity, it is time to show his cards and harvest the opponent's extremely valuable soul.

With the layout complete, from now on Thrall will experience a game where no matter what choice he makes, it will ultimately be the wrong one.

"In other words, the Kul Tiras naval fleet suddenly launched an attack on us under your command? What exactly do you want to do?"

Thrall held back his fear and anger and asked sternly.

The young chief could not understand at all how he had offended the god in front of him, so that the other party pretended to drive out all the orcs.

"It's simple, I want to play a game with you.

A game about whether orcs are worth saving.

What you have to do is keep making choices and finally come to a conclusion.

If you finally come to the conclusion that it is worthwhile, then I will find you and your compatriots a beautiful world with abundant products to settle down and thrive.

But if the final conclusion is that it's not worth it, then your soul will belong to me.

Well, it’s fair, isn’t it?”

Zuo Si smiled and explained the specific rules of the game.

If it were other orcs, I am afraid that they would have eagerly agreed by now, and firmly believed in their hearts that they would come to the conclusion that it was "worth it".

But Sal was obviously very alert, his face was full of vigilance and suspicion, and he didn't speak for a long time.

It wasn't until several minutes later that he cautiously asked: "What will happen if I choose not to participate?"

Zuo Si replied without thinking: "It will become extinct.

Whether it's the orcs of Azeroth or the orcs of Draenor.

I will turn them into war machines like the Blood Orcs, and then throw them into the most dangerous battlefield to consume them completely.

Never doubt this.

Because I have taken control of the Dark Temple in Moon Shadow Valley and stationed a huge army there.

As long as you are willing, you can do what you did to the draenei and do it to the orcs at any time.

Especially the so-called Road to Glory, I think it is quite creative and should be recreated as a classic."

While saying these words, Zuo Si had a creepy smile on his face.

The malice emanating from his soul immediately made Sal couldn't help but shiver. He subconsciously took two steps back and cursed with rapid breathing: "Damn it! You are simply a crazy butcher! Don't your conscience feel this?

Are you uneasy?"

"Butcher? Has a bad conscience?"

Zuo Si showed a disdainful expression and mocked: "These two words spoken from an orc's mouth are really full of black humor.

After all, what I did was just repeating what you have done before.

Don't forget that it was you who launched the genocide against the draenei.

That corpse-strewn road still runs between the Dark Portal and the Citadel in Hellfire Peninsula.

You can ask the orcs who participated in this war, do they feel uneasy in their hearts?

Ah, look.

Many of the guys who are clamoring outside to launch a war to conquer the entire Azeroth and turn all other races into slaves were those who witnessed it back then.

Do you think that with their current faces, they seem to feel remorseful, repentant, and have uneasy consciences for the crimes they have committed?"

moment!

Thrall fell into speechless silence.

As the chief of the tribe, how could he not know how many warriors among the orcs still recognized the barbaric, bloodthirsty, strength-oriented style of the old tribe, and how many orcs were secretly studying the evil spells of warlocks.

It is basically impossible to get these guys to admit their past mistakes and change their ways.

Of course, Thrall has never had similar extravagant desires.

I just hope that they won't cause trouble, do their jobs honestly, and contribute to the entire orc family.

But even this most basic requirement, which can even be described as humble, cannot be met.

The representative of this type of orc is undoubtedly Grom Hellscream.

After a while, Thrall raised his head and defended in a not very confident tone: "Not all orcs are like them.

Just like humans have good guys and bad guys, there are also good and bad orcs.

What's more, we have also been deceived, deceived and used by the demons of the Burning Legion.

And I can promise you that if you give me a chance, I can prove that orcs can rise above their dark past."

"Sorry, I already gave you a chance.

But the answer sheet you handed over was that Grom Hellscream and his Warsong clan once again took the initiative to drink the blood of demons, and killed the allies of the night elves and the jungle demigods who had outstanding achievements in the War of the Ancients——

Cenarion.

So your guarantee is worthless in my eyes, let alone trustworthy.

Because Li simply does not have the ability to completely control this loose tribal alliance composed of different orc clans, let alone the small actions of the chiefs in private.

Now your only option is to play a game with your soul on the line."

Zuo Si interrupted Sal's tirade without politeness.

Because he has never been a sympathetic person, and he is not interested in the self-salvation of the orcs. The only thing he wants is a valuable soul.

Apart from this, he doesn't care at all or cares whether the orc race will perish or not.

Talking in front of him was useless. Sal quickly adjusted his mentality and forced himself to calm down. Then he took a deep breath and asked: "Then how is this game going to be played? What are the rules?"

Zuo Si calmly explained: "At the next critical moment, I will provide you with corresponding choices.

What you have to do is keep choosing one of the two until the game is over.

In other words, this is a bet.

My bet is on the dark side of orc nature.

What you are betting on is the good side of orc nature.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Don’t worry, I will not use any method to influence the orcs in this process, they will only follow the truest thoughts in their hearts.

"

"Okay! I'll bet you!"

Sal is undoubtedly a very decisive person.

After hearing that the fate of himself and the entire race would be determined entirely by the orcs' independent consciousness without exerting any influence, he felt that he could give it a go.

Because even though there are a lot of bloodthirsty and cruel guys among the orcs, there are also many people who sincerely repent.

As long as they were still there, he would never be able to conclude that the orcs were hopeless.

Seeing that Thrall had fallen into the trap he had carefully crafted, Zuo Si immediately clapped his hands happily, and praised while clapping: "You are indeed a natural leader who can lead the defeated orcs out of the shadows. I like your decisiveness and confidence.

.Now that the contract has been reached, let us directly enter the first selection link."
To be continued...