Psychic, this is a profession in the ancient tradition of orcs.

They were first born hundreds of years ago, in the Shadow Moon Clan, which specializes in stargazing, divination, and prediction of future and destiny in the world of Draenor, the first psychics appeared in the orc world as a medium to communicate between the living and the dead, and as an important part of the ritual of sacrificing ancestors.

At a time when orcs were still in the natural faith of shamans, psychics were considered a mystical phenomenon that could summon dead ancestors and use their ancient wisdom to enlighten and help the living when they were in trouble.

This used to be a very important part of the original belief of the orcs.

However, the dark forces of the universe have grown, and with the help of the old chief of the Shadowmoon Clan, Naozu, and the traitor Guldan, they have eroded the world of Draenor little by little, and after the final collapse of natural faith, the once noble psychics have been completely marginalized.

Compared with the warlocks who were trained by Gul'dan and were extremely aggressive, using shadow and corrosive powers, and could summon demons to fight, psychics did not play much role on the battlefield, and in times of war, this weakness doomed the decline of psychics.

But... Killed the inept Blackhan in Orgrim. The Black Hand Chieftain, after taking over the orc tribe, the Great Chieftain, who hated warlocks, forbade the existence of warlocks in the tribe, and the Shadow Council, which once single-handedly stirred up fear and death, was slashed by the orc warriors.

The fact that half of the continent was conquered later also proved that even without warlocks, the warriors of the tribe could still achieve great victories again and again!

In this case, Gul'dan, the warlock leader who lived for his life, had to once again rely on the power of the extinct orc psychics, and in order to show that he was "useful", he swore to the Great Chief that he would bring a powerful weapon of war to the tribe.

Reed. The Black Hand strode into the dark cavern at the bottom of Grimbaatar, and behind him, two sturdy orc warriors carried a crude wooden box.

When stepping into this dark cavern, Red covered his nose with some disgust, the dark air was filled with the smell of flesh and blood, and the disgusting smell of rot, as well as some cold and cold touches that made him very uncomfortable, like... It's like there's some invisible ghost creature in the air.

An old orc wrapped in a black hood stepped forward, carrying a strange lantern in his hand, the faint white light could only illuminate his feet, and it gave people an extremely strange feeling. In front of the black hand, at the moment of seeing this orc, Red subconsciously took a small step back.

It's not that this battlefield warrior will be frightened by an old orc, but the kind of gloomy, that kind of coldness that is wrapped around this old orc, it's like... It's like a moving corpse.

This strange feeling made Red very uncomfortable, and he just wanted to leave this ghost place as quickly as possible, so he waved his big hand, and the two orc warriors behind him, who also felt uncomfortable, quickly put the wooden box in their hands on the ground.

"This is the corpse you wanted!"

Red exclaimed:

"The corpse of the High Elf Ranger is very well preserved, you maggots should be used carefully, we don't have too many in our hands."

"Huh"

The old orc let out a strange chuckle:

"It's okay, aren't you going to attack Quel'Thalas? Soon... Soon we'll have enough material to experiment with... Hehehehehe"

In the midst of his scalp-numbing laughter, Red. The Black Hand didn't want to stay here for another second, he turned and rushed out of the dark cavern as if he were fleeing, as did the orc warriors who followed him.

It's definitely not a pleasant place.

"Smack"

In the dead darkness, under the light of the cold lantern, the corpse-like old orc stretched out his hand and opened the wooden box, he lifted the lantern, placed it on the corpse in the wooden box, and examined it carefully.

"Oh, a fatal sword wound, a broken heart... What a brutal attack. ”

"It's good that the bone structure wasn't damaged... You can still hear a little soul unwilling to wail, what a pleasant sound. ”

"No decay, no deterioration, no puffiness, slight loosening of the musculature, but not a big problem... Tut-tut, it's really an elf, and it's really a magical creature. ”

After a few moments, the old orc, who looked like a coroner, stood up in satisfaction, and in the darkness he clapped his hands gently.

"Boom"

The skeletons that were thrown in the corner like debris began to move strangely, these skeletons did not have the slightest flesh and blood on their bodies, only the skeleton was intact, but under the manipulation of the old orc, they seemed to be injected with some kind of strange life.

Under the orders of the old orc, the skeletons stepped forward, carried the wooden box and the corpse back together, and followed the old orc into the deepest darkness.

Once a dwarven city, the dwarves would often dig under the city in all directions, and with good ventilation, these potholes could actually be inhabited, but now they have been turned into testing grounds.

However, unlike the gloomy and dark dungeons, these places are made very bright by psychic spells, and they look no different from human mages' laboratories, and there is no disgusting smell.

In fact, these psychics deliberately made the entrance to the cave eerie, in fact, as well as to avoid unnecessary trouble.

Really speaking, these old psychics are actually the most important people in the tribe orcs who pay attention to personal hygiene and have a research spirit, and unlike other green-skinned orcs, they are all brown-skinned, which means that they are not polluted by evil energy, and they are pure-blooded orcs.

The old orc stepped inside, reaching out to remove his hood and clapping his hands, drawing the attention of the other busy psychics.

"Alright, fellow men, new material has arrived... Let's get on with the work! ”

Since the inheritance has long been cut off in the orc society, these old orcs are the last psychics of the orcs, and they are under the orders of the sinister and vicious warlock leader Gul'dan, according to his arrogant and bold ideas, to make new war weapons for the tribe.

The Warlock Leader's plan to resurrect the dead by merging the souls of the dead into new bodies was a plan that was much to the resistance of the High Chief Orgrim, who, in his youth, was a former believer in nature and could not accept this kind of manipulation of the dead.

But in the face of the seven human kingdoms that unite everything, the strength of the orcs united is somewhat weak, and after banning the warlock spells, the orcs are obviously at a disadvantage in the face of the human spellcasters, and Orgrim desperately needs a weapon that can effectively contain the casters, so after repeated thinking, he agreed to Gul'dan's evil idea.

But Orgrim did not allow Gul'dan to desecrate the remains of orcs who had died in battle, and even the remains of stupid ogres who followed the tribe, so he was forced to find another way.

"Buzz"

In the movements of the five orc psychics, accompanied by the ancient, primitive tribal style, like a war song-like chanting, the corpse of the washed elven ranger slowly levitated, a purple, obscure and mysterious magic circle.

After it was activated, wisps of purple light drifted across the circle, and they seemed to have some kind of intelligence, hovering over the suspended corpse.

The remnants of the soul hidden deep in the ranger's body were stripped out little by little, making the purple light on the circle more and more brilliant, and finally stored in a pure black soul stone, which was used by the warlocks to cast spells, and after the warlock's magic was banned, it was used to store the soul.

The once sacred, ritual of summoning ancestors of the orcs, in this war-torn era, was finally used to carry out this vicious experiment, which was the most painful thing for the once proud psychic, but Gul'dan was not merciful, and if he did not do what he said, these 5 remaining dying psychics would probably be sacrificed as the first batch of victims.

Ancient tradition or life, which is more important?

Life, of course...

"Buzz"

The purple light shone for the last time, and the last trace of soul that remained in the corpse was completely removed, so that the corpse, which had been carefully stitched with wounds, became the most perfect container for the orc warriors who had died in battle, with the help of which they could be resurrected again, in a cursed way.

However, a careerist like Gul'dan will not completely follow Orgrim's orders, although he wants to resurrect the orc warriors, but in fact, the ones who are thrown into these carefully selected corpses are all former Gul'dan diehards...

It was known as the Council of Shadows and even overthrew Blackhan at one point. The Black Hand Chieftain, the evil warlock organization that controls the entire tribe, after Orgrim took power, these power-seeking warlocks were slaughtered, but their evil spirits, carefully collected by Gul'dan's suitors, came in handy at this time.

The old orc psychic carefully took out another soul stone from a box, it was a purple crystal, and the moment it came into contact with the magic power, he could even hear the screams of the soul contained inside, and there was an illusory shadow, which seemed to be an orc woman.

He placed the soul stone under the suspended corpse, and in the recitation of the other psychics, the mad and evil soul bound in the soul stone was pulled out of the soul stone in reverse, similar to the process of collecting the soul just now, but this time, the soul was poured into the prepared container in reverse.

As masters of soul and shadow magic, the Warlocks of the Shadow Council have their own unique methods of preserving their souls, and although their bodies have been slain by Orgrim, as long as they find a suitable body, they can still quickly control the body without a damaged soul.

So after the orc warlock's soul was injected into Tyrion's corpse, the corpse began to tremble strangely.

This means that the warlock is familiar with the body...

Five minutes later, Tyrion's corpse opened its eyes, but the pupils had turned an evil dark red.

"Smack"

The corpse sat up from the magic circle, and the resurrected orc sorceress saw the indecent thing of this body at a glance, she was a little jerky, and a little angry turned her head to look at the orc psychic behind her, and scolded in a hoarse voice, little by little, as if she had just learned to speak:

"Your... Eyes, blind! This is... Man... body! ”

The old orc took a step back with some trepidation, he humbly bowed his head, and explained softly:

"Mighty Dominator Lady Durag, the war is urgent, and the powerful and living body you asked for is hard to find, this is the most suitable and perfect body we can find in all bodies!"

The old orc beckoned to his companion, and soon a mirror was sent to the enraged orc warlock, who held the mirror in front of his eyes with his inflexible fingers, and saw Tyrion's symbolic, high elf, handsome, somewhat feminine face, and the orc's anger calmed down somewhat.

No matter what race, no matter what profession, people are always more patient with good things.

"Dangchang"

The mirror was thrown to the ground and shattered, and Durag the Ruler struggled to control the newborn body to its feet, it would take time for the soul and body to synchronize and merge, but for now, she was quite satisfied with the body.

She took the clothes handed by the old orc, draped them over her body, and snorted:

"I don't want this body!"

She licked her lips wickedly:

"When I break through the elven kingdom, I want to change the body of an elven female mage, and I will pick it myself! I don't think my esteemed mentor will stand in the way of my little wishes. ”

She controlled Tyrion's body, letting out a series of high-pitched and eerie laughs, and as her control over the elven body grew stronger, she subconsciously flipped her fingers and unleashed a low-level shadow arrow spell.

"Whoosh"

Corrosive dark energy shot out of her palm, slamming into the opposite wall with inprecision, corroding the stone into a small crater.

Durag the Dominant closed her eyes and felt the magic in her body, and after a moment, she opened them with a look of satisfaction in her vicious eyes.

"Very good, it's really a magical elf, this body's conduction of magic is just... Belch! ”

The Dominator's laughter was suddenly interrupted by a scream, and her new body spasmed and fell to the ground, and the old orc psychic hurriedly reached out to help, but the Ruler grabbed her wrist tightly, and the powerful sorceress screamed:

"Ahh Ahhh Suffering... It... Hunger... This body... Problematic! Ahhh ”

The terrible scream was like the howl of a ghost in hell, but this kind of soul was obviously successfully infused, but it never appeared in the scene, so that the five psychics were in a hurry for a while, not knowing how to save the former genius warlock of the Shadow Council.

"Quick! Drain her soul out! ”

The old orc shouted loudly, but before they could activate the Soul Draining Circle, the body of Tyrion, which had just recovered, once again calmed down in extreme distortion.

The manic and uncontrollable shadow power surged around his body, like throwing a shriveled sponge into the water, and the destructive energy was quickly absorbed by the body.

After a few minutes, the old orc reached out tremblingly and opened Tyrion's closed eyes, which had returned to their original blue.

"The soul of the Dominator... No, it's gone..."

"Hurry up and report to Lord Gul'dan!!"