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Chapter 335 The truth about the Holy Mountain

After Dasa left the camp of the Warsong Clan, he did not return to the camp of the Platinum Clan but went to the holy mountain Washugu alone. The main goal of attending the Kashgar Festival was to see the ship carrying the Delai The Ni came to Draenor's ship and to see the Naaru trapped in it, K'urei.

"Chief, are you here?"

As the shaman of the Platinum Clan, Dex would naturally follow Dasa here. He was also the first orc in the entire Platinum Clan to learn the truth about the holy mountain Washugu from Dasa.

On the way here, Dex, who had first heard the truth about Oshugu, was unwilling to believe it. In any case, he could not connect the sacred mountain where the souls of the ancestors resided with the transportation of the blue-skinned hooves. .

But Dasa was not a little angry at his attitude, and just said that he would take Dex to truly understand the world and the truth of a traditional custom of the orcs.

"Well, I chatted with the chief of the Warsong clan for a while and made some interesting discoveries. Okay, let's go. It's time for us to get really close to Washugu."

After Daza finished speaking, he was about to move forward, but Dex grabbed his arm.

"I'm afraid we have to go there later, chief. In the cave in the holy mountain, the great shaman Ner'zhul is convening a meeting of qualified clan shamans and chiefs. It seems to be related to early warning for the future."

Dex looked at Daza and explained why.

"Aren't you the shaman of the Platinum clan? Why, you weren't invited?"

Daza looked at Dex strangely. According to him, he should be on the invitation list.

"I am not qualified to participate in this meeting because I am not talented enough."

A bitter expression appeared on Dex's face when he talked about this. He also wanted to attend this party, but he was not qualified.

"Ner'zhul told you?"

Daza looked at Dex with an even stranger expression.

"No, it's one of his apprentices, a shaman named Gul'dan."

Dex shook his head and named the shaman who refused him permission to attend the meeting.

"Gul'dan? Since you were rejected, shouldn't you tell me as soon as possible? Why didn't you tell me before?"

Dasa felt that there was something wrong with the current situation.

"He said that if you, Chief, could come, you might be able to take me in, but it would have to wait until the meeting is over."

Dex didn't think much of it.

At this time, on the originally peaceful grassland, a white light suddenly appeared from behind Dex's neck, and the same cold light appeared behind Dasa.

Daza, sensing something was wrong, threw Dex away and kicked the assassin away at the same time.

No matter how dull Dex was, he knew what was happening. He never thought that an orc would dare to assassinate the clan chief at the Kashgar Festival.

Under the slight sway of the grass, Daza could already feel that at least five assassins were attacking him. These guys with superb assassination skills could not even tell his location through the cover of the grass and darkness.

Obviously, these assassins are blessed with shadow spells.

Facing this group of enemies whose whereabouts could not be seen, Dasa did not panic in his heart. He was fully alert and just waited for the assassins to attack him.

At the moment of the attack, these guys will inevitably reveal themselves. At that time, it will be his time to fight back.

In the darkness, these six female orc assassins seized an opportunity and cooperated with each other to launch an attack on Dasa. This was the moment Dasa was waiting for.

After tossing and turning, these poisoned short knives never came close to his body. Relying on his height advantage, Dasa almost killed the six assassins who attacked him one by one. While inspecting the corpse, he Only then did he notice that these attacking assassins were all female orcs, and their origins were undoubtedly the Shadow Council.

"It seems that you have been deceived. My shaman."

Daza took out the poison-quenched short knife from the body of a female assassin. This was definitely not the stone or bone weapon used by the conventional orc clans. It was made of metal.

"Chief, why don't we go back to the camp first? Call Ivar and the others. We must let that Ner'zhul guy give an explanation!"

After experiencing this assassination, Dex was instantly angered.

This is going against the traditions of the orcs!

How could Ner'zhul, as a great shaman, take the lead in violating tradition!

"You go back first. There will definitely be more to this assassination. Stay away from me. You can be sure that this assassination is coming for me."

Daza didn't think that there would be just one wave of assassinations. Based on what Gul'dan thought, there would definitely be another wave of assassinations.

Just before he finished speaking, several shadow arrows shot out from a shadow and headed towards him.

Daza picked up the body of the female assassin he killed and threw it over, blocking the shadow arrows for himself. At the same time, he also carried the poison-quenching short knife towards the location where the shadow arrows were shot.

The orc warlock obviously didn't expect Dasa's reaction to be so fast. A shadow fireball condensed in his hand and turned into a cone and sprayed out towards Dasa. Dasa, who had no shield in his hand, had no choice but to stop.

At the same time, he looked focused on the surrounding situation.

The shadow flames ignited the dry grass in this area, and the light of the flames dispelled the surrounding darkness. Dasa stood in front of the flames, looking for the warlock.

Needless to say, the more spells a warlock masters, the more arrogant he becomes. For example, Archimonde, as the strongest warlock among the eredar, never dodges when faced with a battle. On the contrary, He will also lead the charge on the front line.

But look at the orc warlock he was facing now. He was better at hiding his figure than the assassins who assassinated him. If Daza couldn't kill this guy now, he might not have a good night.

Facing the blazing flames, Dasa remained vigilant all night.

It was not until the fire on the grassland extinguished itself due to lack of combustibles and the sun rose again from the east that the chief of the Platinum Clan received support from the guards of the Platinum Clan.

"Chief! How are you?!"

Ivar rushed to Dasa's side with his weapon in hand, and he looked at him with great concern.

"Okay, I have nothing to do. It seems that the assassin is very patient and has given up for the time being."

After waiting all night, Dasa was filled with anger. He thought that the warlock really had any other back-ups?

As a result, he ran away immediately after being discovered by himself!

He battled with the air like this all night long!

After dawn arrived, the orcs from other clans who had discovered traces of battles gradually gathered here. It was not until the chiefs of the five major clans arrived that the orcs watching around dispersed.

Black Hand looked at Daza who was protected by a group of Platinum Clan orc warriors, and then noticed the corpses of assassins scattered around who had been neatly killed. He quickly understood what had happened.

"Are you in trouble?"

Durotan was the first to reach Dasa, but was blocked by Ivar holding a halberd.

After last night's thrilling night, the orcs of the Platinum clan were extremely vigilant about the Kashgar Festival, and they were also full of distrust towards these fellow tribesmen. Especially Dex told them about what happened in the ancient holy mountain of Washu last night.

"I mean no harm, Ivar."

Durotan looked at the tip of the spear pointed at his nose, and looked at the man holding the halberd with his blue eyes.

"I won't believe anyone until we find out who is trying to kill our chief!"

As Ivar spoke, he motioned for Durotan to step back.

"Don't be too nervous, Ivar. Just relax, the sun has risen, there's nothing wrong."

Dasa reached out and lifted the halberd in Ivar's hand, and spoke to comfort the warriors around him.

"You have been targeted. It seems that you are also their target."

Grommash walked up to Dasa with Gorehowl on his shoulders. He looked in the direction of the ancient holy mountain of Washhu out of the corner of his eye. The people he was talking about naturally meant Gul'dan and the others.

"Oh, I had an affair with the demons of the Burning Legion as early as when I was still in Azeroth. I don't remember how many demons I killed, but they can't finish them all."

Daza looked down at Grommash and his expression became relaxed after the sun rose.

Just as the chiefs of several major clans gathered here, Ner'zhul, dressed in great shaman attire, slowly walked out of the cave in Washugu with a group of shamans behind him.

"Everyone, you are so early."

"Ner'zhul! You have violated tradition! You are not worthy of becoming a great shaman!"

Ivar rebuked Ner'zhul loudly the moment he saw him, and even talked about Daza's assassination last night in front of all the orcs present.

Ner'zhul did not stop Ivar, but waited quietly for him to finish.

"I swear to the spirits of the elements and ancestors that I, Ner'zhul, did not order the assassination of the chieftain of the Platinum Clan."

After Ner'zhul finished speaking about the four elements and the spirit of the ancestors, he appeared in the ancient sacred mountain of Oshu. This vision did not last long, but even so, the great shaman had already confirmed his innocence.

"I believe in the great shaman's oath. However, I came to the Holy Mountain and wanted to visit it in depth. Can you take me there?"

Daza could see the anger of Ivar and a group of Platinum Clan warriors around him, but he was sure that the assassination last night had nothing to do with Ner'zhul.

Because, as the great shaman, if Ner'zhul really wanted his life, there was no need to use such shameful assassination methods. He only needed to give him an "excommunication".

Those orc clans who don't know the truth are enough to cause themselves some trouble.

However, since the old orc did not do this, the assassination last night must have nothing to do with him.

"You are not qualified."

Before Ner'zhul could say anything, a hooded orc standing behind him spoke.

"You are not a great shaman. Can you represent the great shaman's will?"

Daza's eyes were always looking at Ner'zhul rather than at the little shaman who was speaking.

"Washugu is our sacred mountain, and foreigners have never entered it."

Ner'zhul raised his head and looked at Daza, who was taller than him.

"I am the chief of the Platinum clan, the great shaman."

Daza and Ner'zhul just looked at each other.

"As a big clan at the junction of Nagrand and Talador, the Platinum Clan is indeed qualified to visit the Holy Mountain and listen to the guidance of the ancestors."

Drek'Thar, who followed Durotan, spoke up for Dasa.

"Okay, you can come with me, and Chief Grommash, come too. I just have something to tell you."

After hesitating for a moment, Ner'zhul finally made up his mind and allowed Daza to follow them into the Washugu Cave. He also invited the chiefs of the other five clans to go deep together.

He seemed to have a plan to tell everyone at this time.

Under the leadership of Ner'zhul, Daza and the five clan chiefs walked into the interior of Washugu. Here, the internal structure of the spacecraft and the purple crystals could be vaguely seen.

"Strange, there should be ancestor spirits appearing here. Where have they gone this time?"

This was not Durotan's first visit to Oshugu, and he did not see the ancestor spirits this time.

The other clan chiefs didn't speak, and just followed Ner'zhul's footsteps toward the depths of the Washugu Cave.

Dasa noticed something from Durotan's words, about the issue that the ancestral spirits of the orcs could no longer communicate with the shamans.

When Ner'zhul led everyone to the waterhole in Washugu, he solemnly explained to the clan chiefs why he invited everyone here.

He said that the orcs' connection with the ancestral spirits was weakening, and not only with the ancestral spirits but also with the elemental spirits.

The reason for all this is the group of draenei hiding in Talador and Shadowmoon Valley.

Ner'zhul even vowed to call out the soul of his dead wife in public, and explained the authenticity of his prophecy to the chiefs through the mouth of his wife's soul.

Faced with this situation, if several chiefs hadn't seen real prophecies from Grommash, they might all believe it at this moment.

"Ner'zhul, you'd better take a closer look. Is it really the soul of your deceased wife?"

Daza smelled the stench of evil energy from this so-called soul, and he was now certain that the great shaman of the orcs was already in touch with the Burning Legion.

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

Ner'zhul was angered by Daza's words, and he would not allow anyone to slander his wife.

"Today, I will let you know the true face of your ancient holy mountain of Washu! Lula, Ture, Dore! The time has come to save your kindred!"

As soon as Dasa finished speaking, the dazzling holy light lit up from the crystal cluster above Oshugu's head, and then the figures of the three Naaru floated quietly in this not so spacious space.

Their appearance shocked everyone present.

"Lula, Toure and Dore, I never thought we would see each other again, but this shouldn't be my fate."

Keurei's voice came from under the water pool, and it was obvious that he also felt the holy light emanating from the arrival of the three Naaru.

(End of this chapter)