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Without Durotan's obstruction, Gul'dan quickly arranged the ceremony. On a day that was very suitable for a sacrifice, he began the ceremony.

After the great ceremony had begun, the earth began to tremble and the beastmen were unable to stand firmly. They had no choice but to fall to the ground. The trembling of the earth soon passed. When the beastmen raised their heads again, there was already a giant on the altar! One had huge horns, four feet, two hands, and a pair of bat-like membrane wings. There was a depression on his head, where green flames burned.

"What kind of monster is this?" All the beastmen were puzzled. Even Gurdan did not know how such a huge thing had appeared.

The beastmen didn't know, but someone did! Feldt sensed the presence of this great being as soon as it appeared, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. "Long time no see," he said flatly. Mannoroth! "

Mannoroth? It was actually him! That's not right! Kilgardan said he wanted to send a god! Isn't Mannoroth a demigod? Why are you here?

Of course, the orcs did not know about this. They only thought of it as the god that Kilgardan and Gurdane spoke of.

"My great god, your servant Gul'dan welcomes your arrival!" Although Gul'dan's heart was unsettled, he still had to express himself. Otherwise, it wouldn't be good to offend the real god, Kirkgardan. It was fine to play some tricks with him, but don't infuriate him!

"Whoa ? ?" Manolo laughed, his laughter was still as frightening as ever. Gul'dan, I am here on the orders of Lord Kilgardan. Have you prepared the ceremony yet? "

"Ready, great god!" Gul'dan rolled his eyes. "However, Great God, can you inform your servant of your name? Your servant will know how to address you!"

"I am the Destroyer, Mannoroth. I will bestow you with great strength and the confidence to conquer all!" Mannoroth pasted some gold on his face and forgot how he had been beaten by Hattie.

"Mannoroth the Great! The ceremony is ready, please follow me! " Gul'dan said humbly and led the way.

Mannoroth followed Gul'dan to a large vessel on the altar, which was used for holding things! Mannoroth extended his finger, which was the size of a man, over the utensil. Suddenly, a wound appeared on his finger, and blood began to flow from the wound. Soon, the utensil was filled to the brim with blood.

"Gul'dan, let them drink it!" Without another word, Manolus turned back to where he had been.

"Yes sir!" After Gul'dan respectfully sent Manolus off, he turned around and spoke to the other Chieftains, "Now, as long as we sign a soul contract with the almighty God Destroyer, Lord Manolus, we will be able to wield incomparable strength!"

"Hua ~ ~" The area below the altar immediately became lively, but no one dared to walk up. After all, they were unfamiliar with Mannoroth, and even the brazen Chieftains did not dare to rashly try out their fear of the unknown.

Mannoroth's blood seemed to boil as it continued to churn non-stop. At the same time, the shape of the blood constantly changed. Sometimes it was a human face, and sometimes it was a weapon.

If Feldt was here, he would definitely be able to sense that Mannoroth's blood was filled with the desire to destroy, the desire to kill, and the desire to kill! Perhaps he could see from this blood that Kilgardan's purpose was not certain.

Finally, the Warsong clan's chief, Grom Hellscream, made his move. Amongst these Chieftains, he was the bravest and most warlike. He seemed to be a bit stupid. He walked up to the altar in a few steps and arrived in front of Gurdan. "I'll go first!"

"Good!" Worthy of being my number one warrior! " Gul'dan praised without stinginess.

With Gul'dan's help, Grom signed a soul pact with Manolos, then walked over to the blood-filled vessel, knelt down, and drank the blood in one gulp! In a split-second, Grom seemed to have become a completely different person. His entire body was exuding a threatening aura, as if the blood he had drank earlier had already taken effect.

Grom raised his head and the orcs below the altar immediately noticed Grom's strangeness. Their eyes turned blood-red! It was abnormally blood-red! It was as though there was a large amount of energy contained within it.

With Grom's previous example, the various Chieftains of the Beastmen could not help but feel joyful. The effects of Grom were too obvious. The strength that others could sense was already much stronger, so how much strength could they possibly have? No one could answer.

Hence, the various Chieftains began to walk onto the altar, signing a soul contract with the help of Gurdane. They drank Manolus' blood to increase their strength!

Mannoroth watched as these beastmen drank their own blood. As they signed soul contracts, he felt that his power was constantly increasing and that he would soon break through to become a god. When he first knew that Haka had become a god, he envied Mannoroth for a very long time! This time, I'm also going to become a god! All of the Beastmen Chieftains present drank the blood of Manolo. They felt that they had gained great power, and under the enticement of the blood of Manolo, the Chieftains unconsciously spread their desire for conquest among their compatriots who had absolute trust in them.

Durotan's heart ached at the change in his countrymen, but he could not even protect himself now. Gul'dan had rejected him and sent him to the far edge of the border, not allowing him to return to the place where the Beastmen had lived for generations. Not only that, but Durotan had to endure the danger of being attacked by beasts at all times. He could not bring the entire clan to their deaths, so he was trapped by wild beasts and could not return to his original place.

The Beastmen were completely engulfed by the bloodthirsty curse in Manolo's blood. They were constantly suffering from that bloodthirsty desire, which they had initially tried to expel by massacring a large number of wild beasts. However, once the wild beasts around them were cleared, they began to suffer the torment of the bloodthirsty desire once again.

In the end, the unbearable beastmen started to kill each other, and battles continued to take place between the clans. More and more people started to bring out dead bodies in the competition arena, and the beastmen became a killing machine. They didn't even care who the enemies were, as long as they dared to stop them, they would kill them all.