Chapter 649: The Secret Blood Sacrifice of the Sak Tribe (the self-proclaimed name of the Greenskin
Walking out of the dark cave, gazing at the magnificent city walls in the distance, and then looking up at the bright moon hanging in the sky, Ulduar couldn't help but sigh.
"Ugh……"
He still remembered the hesitation of many priests when they made this decision.
But all the priests know one thing: as time goes by, the shadows hidden in the deepest part of the dark cave will eventually spread upwards.
Once the shadow spreads upwards, in the lightless underground world, the "Sak" clan will completely become a thing of the past.
(Thark means "son of darkness" in the language of the greenskins. As the greenskins have lived in the dark underground for many years, they have already developed a corresponding dark vision and can act without regard for the dark horizon.)
In order to gain hope of survival, the Sak tribe instinctively went to the ground and competed with the creatures on the ground for the territory of survival.
Later, after accidentally eating a tribe of goblins and increasing their wisdom, the Sak tribe finally understood why they instinctively wanted to escape from the cave.
The flesh and blood of the goblins can help the Sak people recall their past, instead of sinking into the shadows, completely forgetting themselves, and becoming unintelligent "beasts".
(I guess someone smart has figured out what it is?)
In order to avoid returning to the barbaric era of eating raw meat and drinking blood, they know that their race is far inferior to the surface people (a derogatory term used by the Sak tribe to refer to humans), but they have to do this in order to survive.
After some special verification, it was found that those shadows would always unconsciously fall into slowness and sleep when facing the light.
No longer as active as it was at the beginning, it is like a dead tide that swallows up life.
Therefore, the priests of the Sak tribe speculated that only by going to the surface and enjoying the light all year round could they receive the favor of the sun and stand in the shadows.
In short: living on the surface is the way to survive, and staying underground will only turn you into an idiot again.
Between the smart people and the fools, the Sacks held a referendum and overwhelmingly confirmed the next path of development with a ratio of seven to three.
Compete with humans (proper name) for territory!
One might ask why the Thaks don't try living above ordinary mines.
Above the pitch-black caverns are countless mines. Although the resources are extremely scarce, it is still possible to survive...
Well...of course it's because the mine is not suitable for the Sak people to survive.
Initially, after being whipped by Orengard's steam weapons, the Sak people wanted to give up the war, stay away from those terrible humans as much as possible, and live deep in the mines.
But for some reason, the priests of the Sak tribe discovered something horrifying.
The Sak people who once bravely set foot on this land in search of a chance of survival encountered an unprecedented disaster—they all lost their fertility!
Not only that, some unfortunate members of the tribe underwent horrifying physical changes.
The bodies of these mutated tribesmen were covered with pustules and tumors of varying sizes, as if they had been invaded by demons.
What's even more bizarre is that some people's limbs began to twist and deform, and they grew strange-shaped appendages, which was chilling.
However, the nightmare did not end there. Those Sak people who were tortured by the mutation soon died one after another, and the fire of life was quietly extinguished in pain.
This sudden change plunged the Sak priests into deep fear and confusion.
After much thought and research on ancient legends, the priests came up with various guesses and explanations.
One view is that there is some unknown powerful curse hidden above the mine. It is this evil force that deprives the Sak people of the right to reproduce and causes some of the tribe members to undergo terrible mutations.
Another theory points the finger at the Sak people themselves, wondering if they had angered some terrifying being and were eternally punished, forever losing the right to set foot in the mines.
In addition, many other strange theories have emerged.
Some people say that the soul of an ancient demon god is sealed under the mine, and once someone gets close, he will release a vicious curse; others believe that it is a forbidden area set by the gods, and anyone who dares to offend will be severely punished.
Amidst various different opinions, the entire Sak tribe was shrouded in an atmosphere of panic and confusion, and no one could know the exact truth.
Also because of various accidents, the Sak tribe gave up advancing into the depths of the mine and instead turned their attention to those terrifying humans.
After some experiments, the Sak tribe found that when they stood on the land of Orengard, there would be no abnormalities like those in the depths of the mines, and it was very normal.
At most, I'm a little uncomfortable with the sun in the sky.
But it's not a big problem.
Later, the Sak tribe sent people to try to conquer the fairy tribe, intending to raise them and live on their territory while enjoying their blood.
However, the dream power lingering around the Dream Forest at all times had a great influence on them. Before they could go too deep, they all fainted on the ground.
The fainted greenskins of the Sak were also killed on the spot by the guardians of the forest.
With no other options, they temporarily gave up the idea of heading to the surface of the Dream Forest.
Then, problems arose.
On the surface of the dark cave, there is an unknown "curse" hidden in the mountains, and the Sak tribe dare not set foot on that territory.
To the north of the dark cave is Orengard's extremely long southern front. The endless steel walls make them lose motivation just by looking at them.
To the northwest is the fairy tribe's dream forest and the ocean. Needless to say, the ocean is completely out of my mind.
The Dream Forest is powerless because of the existence of the power of dreams.
At most, they would occasionally pick up some spoils of war in the surrounding area and catch some lone elves who had run out out of curiosity and barbecue them.
South, east, northeast...
Either it was Orengard's patrolling army or the endless ocean.
Endless sea, no idea at all.
So after much thought, the Sak tribe still felt that it would be better to go to war with humans whom they could see and touch.
At least there is still some possibility of victory.
"Too many people of the ethnic group died..."
Ulduar's gaze penetrated the darkness and fell on the battlefield that was baptized by fire. The originally flat land was now riddled with holes, with large and small pits densely distributed. These were the traces left by the steam cannon shells.
Around the crater, the charred soil was rolling, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of gunpowder mixed with a strong smell of blood, which made people want to vomit.
On the battlefield, the bodies of the greenskins of the Sak tribe were lying in disorder.
Some bodies were incomplete, blown to pieces, with broken limbs scattered randomly, arms, thighs, and heads mixed in the mud, unable to tell whose was whose. Their rough green skin was now soaked in blood, becoming darker, emitting a strange light in the moonlight.
One of the greenskins had his chest blown open by a shell, exposing his internal organs. His heart was still beating weakly, but it was only barely lingering on and soon died.
Not far away, some tall and strong guys who looked like green-skinned leaders were lying on the ground with their huge bodies. There was a bloody hole as big as a bowl on their backs. Blood was gushing out and gathered into a pool, forming a dark red pool of blood in the low-lying area.
It still held the huge axe tightly in its hand, but its fingers were stiff and the axe blade was covered with dirt and the blood of its companions.
From time to time, faint groans could be heard on the battlefield, coming from the injured but not dead greenskins.
They lay on the ground, twisting their bodies in pain, trying to struggle to stand up, but were unable to do so due to their severe injuries.
A greenskin's legs were blown off, and he could only support his body with his hands, crawling hard on the ground, leaving a long trail of blood behind him. The blood trail looked particularly shocking in the moonlight.
An indistinct cry came out of its mouth, which was the desire for survival and the fear of death.
These greenskins had barely survived by pretending to be dead, but facing what was happening now, they had no choice but to struggle.
Ulduar looked at all this, his heart filled with sadness.
Those tribesmen who were once full of vitality and fought bravely for survival have now become the dead souls of this land.
The brutality of this war was far beyond his imagination, and he also knew that what awaited the Sak people might be an even more cruel future.
Just for the future of the race, they must make corresponding choices.
"it's time……"
Ulduar slowly closed his eyes, and opened them again with determination in his eyes.
"Your efforts are meaningful, because this will provide us with an important opportunity to break through Olengard's defenses!"
Having made this decision in its heart, it returned to the cave once again.
After a long time...
When the stars and the moon are shining brightly in the sky, it is the time when the weather changes, which is the traditional midnight.
At this moment, Ulduar stepped out of the cave again, his body shrouded in a strange aura.
He was wearing a strange robe, which seemed to be made of some unknown biological leather. The surface was rough and exuded a faint stench, as if telling of its ominous origin.
The strange patterns embroidered on the robe flickered with a faint dark red light. The light flowed slowly between the patterns like a living thing, sometimes converging and sometimes dispersing, like a crawling blood snake.
These lines are not ordinary patterns. If you look closely, they are actually distorted pictures.
It looked like countless faces struggling in pain, with distorted features and wide-open mouths, letting out silent screams.
Others looked like bizarre creatures, with their limbs entangled together, as if they were engaged in an endless fight.
On the collar and cuffs of the robe, there were circles of mysterious symbols. These symbols shone with a cold metallic luster, which contrasted with the dark red light on the robe, adding a bit of weird atmosphere.
Ulduar's figure, completely different from his fellow tribesmen, appeared particularly slender in the moonlight. His steps were slow and heavy, and every step seemed to be stepping on the void, making a dull echo.
His eyes revealed a kind of determination and madness, and in his hand he tightly grasped a staff made of human bones. On the top of the staff was inlaid a gem that emitted a blood-red light. The light was like a burning flame, jumping and flickering in the darkness.
At this moment, he stood at the edge of the battlefield, looking at the tragic battlefield, took a deep breath, and muttered to himself.
As his spell sounded, the air around him began to become thick and oppressive, as if an invisible hand was holding the whole world tightly in its hand. Ulduar slowly raised the staff in his hand and pointed it at the sky. The blood-red gem shone brightly, and a dazzling blood light shot straight into the sky, dyeing the moonlight a strange red.
"Hissing and gurgling, the sound of the universe and the universe is endless..." Ulduar's voice was like the cry of a night owl, low and hoarse, as if it was a vicious curse coming from the Nine Nether Hell, which made people shudder.
As his words fell, the bodies of the dead greenskins of the Sak on the battlefield began to tremble slightly, and wisps of dark red mist slowly rose from their bodies. These mists seemed to have life and gathered towards Ulduar.