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Faced with the oppressive and threatening bombardment from the Luna orbital cannon.

The roar in Lorraine's ears even drowned out the tauren druid's warning.

Lorraine is now free, no longer at the mercy of his underlings. But faced with the deadly attack of the Night Elf Sentinel General, he can only squeeze into the crowd and stand with his own people.

Being with myself makes me feel so much better.

Even with his two strange underlings by his side, Lorraine still didn't feel safe. Faced with the relentless bombardment of the enemy's powerful railguns, he felt much safer standing beside the old orc.

Lorraine remained calm and composed. He was still very curious about what kind of power the shaman's barrier was made of; it seemed to be the power of the elements.

Multiple elements...

When the tauren druid who had tricked him into coming to the underground city demanded that Lorraine hand over something, Lorraine turned around in confusion. It was then that the old tauren, Red Mist, called out his false name.

Knowing his true identity, it was this very thing that led the Howling Master to pretend to fight him while actually rescuing and protecting him from being hacked to smithereens by the beautiful night elf...

"what?"

"Alas, a sacred relic!"

"Capacitor?"

"No, no, no, hurry! With this, we can push back that woman's moon goddess mercy!"

Oh, you mean this!

The bewildered Lorraine finally realized—it was that thing...

Where is that thing?

Subconsciously looking down, Old Bull realized that besides the capacitor that Miss Little Niros the goblin wanted, the only other thing he knew he had was the legendary "Six Demon Bag," which contained the power of wind, fire, thunder, water, and even all things.

This thing was clearly given to him by Lao Niu, and now he wants to take it back?

......

Everyone stared at Papa Lasi and squinted, clearly unaware of what the Deer Antlers, the Soul of the Earth, and the Crimson Mist Venerable were talking about.

Only the Ghost Howler seemed to be looking forward to it. He raised his hands high and continuously channeled his magic power into the barrier above his head, but his gaze was fixed urgently on the necromancer in front of him.

One of the missions the Earth Ring is pursuing seems to be to find something—one of the relics that the Thunder Bluff Elder supposedly seized from Grimtotem.

......

The name "Terror Totem" is familiar to adventurers in the Barrens.

They were originally members of the elders' council among the Tauren. These Tauren shamans and druids, who claimed to have received an oracle from the Earth Mother, suddenly showed great hostility towards the new Horde's allies. They even declared that the Tauren chieftain Cairne Bloodhoof's decision to join the Horde was wrong and a foolish act of defying the spirits of their ancestors.

Orcs are invaders, no different from centaurs, quilboars, and goblins, and not much different from elves, human pirates, and dwarven explorers. Magatha, the leader of the Grimtotem, was originally a highly respected elder in the council of elders.

When the female tauren Magatha was young, her parents were killed by centaurs. She vowed revenge and would use any means necessary to defend the tauren's homeland.

She was a hardliner against alliances, and even against any other race coming to Thunder Bluff and Mulgore.

Magatha stole the Oramagus Bag, one of the sacred relics of the Earth Ring. Her followers began attacking all other races, but she herself still maintained contact with the elders, as the Tauren are a peace-loving, docile, and easily bullied race.

They accept their own kind who don't fit in, and even condone attacks by terrifying totems, all in the name of respecting their own kind's choices. This is undoubtedly an extremely foolish decision and attitude.

The Elders and Thunder Bluff will eventually reap what they sow...

"You mean this? It's right here, stuck to my chest, I can't get it off!"

Lorraine searched for a while, then tore open his chest and found the Oracion Bag on him. Not only was it on him, but it was pressed tightly against his chest. The bag's pocket was open, and several streams of different colored power were visibly flowing into Lorraine's body...

A multicolored beam of light emanated from the Six Magic Pack, and the strange capacitor absorbed this power, wrapping around Lorraine like a ribbon.

"It's really here! Thank goodness. The sacred object has been found!"

The Ghost Howler was pleased; he agreed to help Lorraine not because Lorraine was an officer of the Forsaken.

The Crimson Mist Venerable's eyes darted around, and he reached out to touch the Six Demon Pack, already sensing something was amiss.

"The terrifying totems must have had a purpose in stealing the sacred object. Now that the object is here, it means Mother Earth has her own intentions. Thank you, Mother Earth, for saving us once again."

The Crimson Mist Venerable spoke with conviction, and the Ghost Howl Master agreed wholeheartedly. The surviving tribal minotaur shamans and druids also seconded his opinion and prayed devoutly. If it weren't for the fact that this was still a critical moment, they would probably have performed a ritual.

......

Sandys & Feathermoon's intuition was correct. The Cenarion Druid Council and the Earth Ring share the same goal: investigating the whereabouts of the Hexagram Pack. This doesn't conflict with finding out the signs of the Cataclysm; in fact, it might bring them closer to the truth.

Sandys had entered a meditative state. She channeled the power of the moon goddess to exterminate Lorraine and the other tribe members. As for the unfortunate bystanders watching the spectacle, she didn't need to care.

There are no good people in the black market.

At least that's what the general thought. Even the middlemen who accompanied her, the sisters in the Sentinel Corps, Sandy believed that it didn't matter if her compatriots were sacrificed for justice.

I believe that the sisters will also bravely step forward and sacrifice themselves in vain... because they are all believers in Elune.

Of course, when the moon goddess's prayers were answered, the clever night sisters had already hidden far away...

Sandys was unaware of the tribe's true reasons for protecting Lorraine, this strange intruder, nor did she know about the Red Mist Venerable's underhanded tactics. She didn't want to think too much about it; all she needed to do with the tribe's beasts was purify them.

She doesn't want it, but someone else does!

First and foremost were the goblin engineers Erica, Covent, and Miss Ross, who had been watching the spectacle for quite some time. Miss Ross was stunned by Lorraine's brilliant performance earlier, and now she was even more delighted to see the night elf general locked in combat with the Frostwolf shaman.

The Horde and the Alliance are indeed the most dangerous forces.

Where there is an alliance, there will be a tribe; and where there is a tribe, an alliance will also emerge.

Wherever their soldiers went, nothing was left—no flowers, trees, furs, herbs, ores, treasure chests, houses, or land. Especially the so-called adventurers granted royal licenses, who committed countless atrocities of burning, killing, and looting. Their existence was the greatest danger to Azeroth, and of course, the goblins' perfect customers.

As the Crimson Mist Venerable pondered how to use the sacred artifact to counter the increasingly terrifying Luna Orbital Cannon, Lorraine and the others suddenly noticed that Miss Goblin Ross, carrying a strange mechanical umbrella, was slowly walking towards them within the range of the orbital cannon, without any apparent effort.

Ross moved closer to Lorraine, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "I have a wrench. Want me to help you remove that thing from his chest? Hmm, I feel like the capacitor's down there too... It might hurt a little, gentlemen..."