We All Must Sacrifice (Horde)

Slay 10 Shaman of the Black.

• slain (10)

<The eye speaks to you, its 'voice' reverberating as if coming from everywhere at once.>

You seek my sight, ? My powers come at a price. These disciples of the twilight have been honoring me with the blood of Wildhammer dwarves from the nearby ruins, but still I thirst. Perhaps you can do better.

Slay my old masters, and my vision is yours. Honor me with the slaughter of the Shaman of the Black. Blood is blood, after all.

<The Eye glimmers darkly, colors swirling about its dusky surface.>

Ah, the succulent thrill of life extinguished. Do you feel it, ? Do you relish it as I do?

No, I see not. You fight to protect the lives of others. Pity.