Several days have passed since the battle of the Demon-Slaying Canyon.

Because the forest is covered by evil energy and the effect of exploration spells is limited, the joint forces can only send scouts to conduct reconnaissance in the most primitive way, and at the same time contact the night elves as much as possible.

Within a radius of 100 kilometers, except for the demons, there was no trace of the night elves. It seemed that they had been evacuating for a long time. Everyone was like blind men, not knowing anything about what happened in the Ashes Valley, and could only stay foolishly at the entrance to the junction of the barren land, waiting for things to make progress. Before that, it was impossible for the army to set sail. Without knowing the movements of the Burning Legion army, they would march rashly. If they crashed into the encirclement of the demons one by one, they would be stunned.

In the past few days, as the story of the prophet spread, Angma gradually became well-known.

At the beginning, not everyone was as trustworthy as Drektar and Ronin, who would rather believe it than not trust it. Because Thrall's strategic decision to directly attack Huanglong to kill the enemy chief was carefully planned and considered. The orc troops far surpassed the demons in terms of military strength, and they also set many countermeasures against the powerful Manolos. Most people think that this may be a dangerous move, but the chance of winning is definitely not small.

But when they arrived at the Demon-Slaying Canyon despite the strong persuasion of Drektar and Ronin, they realized that everything that happened in front of them was no different from the "future clip" dictated by Angma...

Now they can't help but refuse to believe it.

Especially the members of the tribe showed twelve respect for Angma.

Shamans cannot be considered a profession, but a collective name for spellcasters who can live in harmony with nature and elements, understand the essence of the soul, communicate with the souls of ancestors, and then obtain guidance from the wisdom of ancestors. Not only orcs, but also have similar shamans, but there are only differences in faith.

Trolls also rely on communicating with the gods they believe in, obtaining guidance in the dark, revealing the future, and seeking solutions to get out of difficulties.

Among these three tribes, whether they are shamans, soul walkers, or trolls, those who are closer to the gods and able to obtain guidance from the gods are respected as "prophets" and are very respected. They are like spiritual leaders in their respective tribes. They are not as powerful as leaders like chiefs, but their status is even greater.

Thrall is only twenty-two or three years old, and there are many reasons behind how to firmly sit in the position of orc chief at such a young age.

On the one hand, he exposes Gul's conspiracy and indirectly saves the orcs, the only son of Durotan, the former chief of the Frost Wolf clan. He also plays a crucial role in the war to liberate the shelter and gains everyone's recognition. He is also the successor appointed by the former chief Orgrim on his death.

On the other hand, it is his identity as a shaman.

With drinking Manolos' blood and succumbing to dangerous evil powers, the traditional orc shamanic way was almost cut off.

For the orcs who have suffered from the mercy of others, the disaster of war, the disaster of prison, and the poisonous disease, the experience of these twenty years is like a walking corpse and is in panic all day long, making them unable to see the dawn of the future. They need to regain their past traditions to get rid of spiritual deprivation.

Thrall is the most outstanding shaman in the new generation of orcs under the guidance of Drektar, and with the help of some elders, he brought the traditional way back to the orcs.

It is this level of identity that makes the Tauren and the Troll trust him more. These two tribes are not only for repaying their kindness, but also for finding a better future for their tribe members, and willingly following him.

Obviously, in the minds of the tribe members, Angma, who had predicted that their chief was in danger, warned everyone to initiate the rescue, had become an existence that was exactly the same as elders like shamans.

Some even began to call him the "Blood Elves Prophet".

"Click!"

Angma walked through the camp of the joint forces. Every time he saw his guards along the way, he would immediately stand up straight and make a crisp sound when his boots bumped. At the same time, he looked ahead and greeted him silently with the fullest spirit.

"The power of time..."

Angma didn't notice this at all, murmured in her mouth, frowned, her eyes full of confusion, and her attention was all on the pile of ashes in the palm of her hand.

Around the ashes, a layer of slowly flowing golden quicksand was lingering.

As the quicksand rolled, the pile of ashes formed the shape of a small flower, and gradually became greener as time passed, returning to its original appearance. The golden quicksand kept changing, and the small flower sometimes recovered, and sometimes turned into a pile of ashes again. It seemed that as his mind changed, the time in the narrow space in the palm of his palm was constantly twisting and reversed.

This is the nameless flower he picked from the roadside and burned it to ashes with flame spells to use as an experiment.

"Three seats."

It was not until he heard the familiar voice of Quinthas that Angma realized that he had crossed half of the camp and returned to the camp that Jaina assigned to the blood elves.

After such a break, the little flowers floating on the palm of the palm instantly turned into a pile of ashes.

He dusted his hands and asked, "Is Master Luo Ning back?"

"I'm back and waiting for you in the big tent." Quinthas replied.

Quinthas, Elrondan and Olosalia have been following the old man around him since Angma was given real power by Prince Kelthas. When he was the three magicians responsible for the operation of the Sunwell Temple, Angma also specially transferred these three people back to him.

The search for the skull of Gul'dan was to dig out the possibility of non-existence in the impossible, all relying on the memory of this artifact in my mind. Angma's selection of minions was entirely due to whether they were faithful to the execution of the orders, and did not require how strong they were. Because no matter how strong the team was, it was impossible to snatch this artifact from the demon army of the Burning Legion.

So Angma brought the three of them together.

Originally, the three of them thought that they had gradually ignored the three intermediate mages who were not strong and had little ability, and were also lost for a while because they could no longer learn the superb spell casting ability.

As a result, surprises fell from the sky, and the three of them were naturally 120 willing to continue to follow Angma.

Angma nodded, lifted the curtain and entered the tent.

In the center of the camp, there was a sand table borrowed from the command post of the joint force. There were more than a dozen people sitting around, including three or four mages who survived the Battle of Dalaran with Luoning, and the rest were all blood elves.

The atmosphere was a bit dull, and people looked up at Angma when they heard the sound, and there was a hint of helplessness in their eyes. Without asking, Angma knew what the result was.

It must have been nothing again.

The Skull of Gul'dan has been kept in Dalaran's secret library. The meticulous mages have solidified some special positioning spell on it to prevent theft of the artifact. In the past few days, Luo Ning has been trying to activate the spell to determine the position of the Skull of Gul'dan and then launch the next search, but it has not been successful.

After the Burning Legion obtained the Skull of Gul'dan, it probably had eliminated the positioning spell above.

But Angma was not worried about this.

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